the idea of john cena sitting down to watch supernatural, getting to the gunnar lawless episode and being like “oh dean is bi for sure” and then getting to later seasons and saying “oh he’s bi and in love with his best friend” and then getting to 15x18 and feeling so strongly about it that he tweets about love confessions said too late and then follows a bunch of destiel accounts is so. so funny.
Tumblr sure is a good way to learn about what’s happening on twitter.
I'm like 99% sure Kathryn Newton posted about destiel on her insta before!
I FORGOT MY TWO DADS AND UNCLE MOOSE TOO!
happy birthday, chayya @sweatercas!! 💕 a little jo and deancas being snarky besties for you (with some bonus jobenny mentions) 💖🎉
“Oh, Deano, we’re home!” a song-song voice echoed from the top of the stairs.
The loud thunk of the metal door closing made itself known, but it wasn’t quite enough to drown out the greeting.
As Dean appeared below them, he called back, “Sorry, what was that? I think someone in Arkansas might not have heard you!”
Jo shot him a look before trotting down the stairs, Cas close behind her. “Honestly,” Dean went on, “I don’t think noise that loud should be able to come out of a person your size.”
“Yeah, well,” she quipped back, throwing a duffle bag down onto the table, “I’ve never been one to follow protocol.” Dean rolled his eyes and snatched up the duffle to unpack it. “How’d it go?” he asked, addressing them both.
“Fairly straight forward,” Cas supplied. “The shtriga was easy enough to pin down once we spoke to the families.”
“Your boy here makes a great fake husband,” Jo cut in, giving Cas a playful elbow to the ribs. “Yeah?” Dean smirked. “Makes an even better real one.”
Cas smiled fondly as Dean pulled him over for a kiss on the cheek. Jo feigned retching even as her eyes sparkled with laughter.
“Really though,” she chuckled, “it was an easy one. In and out and ‘bye-bye monster.’ Any hang ups on your end?”
“Nada.” Dean moved back towards the duffle bag. “HQ ain’t really my thing, but if you two keep up like this, we’ll have to send Sam and Eileen on vacation more often.”
Jo snorted, boosting herself up to sit on the table as Cas moved to help Dean unpack. “Uh huh,” she mused. “Good luck getting him to lay off the books for more than a week. He goes reverse stir crazy when he isn’t here.”
Dean chuckled, and there was silence.
“I’d be happy to take a shift, though,” Jo went on after several moments. “Like next week or something, if you needed it.” Her voice was a little too casual; Dean leveled a look at her.
“And I don’t suppose you’d be aware that one Mr. Benny LaFitte volunteered his time for next week, huh? That’s just a happy coincidence for you?”
He felt more than saw Cas fighting a grin next to him as Jo struggled violently against a blush.
“So?” she snapped. “What, you don’t trust a girl and a monster to run things here? Worried we’ll ruin the integrity of your precious little fort-”
“I’m worried you’ll ruin the b-”
Dean was unable to finish his retort as a tin of rock salt connected squarely with his jaw.
“It was nearly empty,” she shrugged with defiant nonchalance.
Dean rounded, pointing a stern finger at Cas, who was no longer able to bite down his laughter.
“Watch it, mister.”
Cas bit his lip as he worked to stifle the last of it; Dean huffed out a sigh and looked back to Jo, defeated.
“Just watch yourself hanging around these mythical creatures, okay?” He popped another kiss onto Cas’s cheek and stage whispered, “I hear they can get real clingy-”
He ducked as a handful of empty shells came flying through the air towards his head.
it was abosolutely NOT intentional but whenever i think about the fact that chucks first episode is called “the monster at the end of this book” and he was the final villain 10 whole years later makes me feel genuinely insane like. they just accidently created the most amazing bit of foreshadowing
Thinking about when Jensen as Dean just fell on his knees when he thought he lost Cas in Purgatory. And how the dam broke and his tears wouldn’t stop. How he did everything to let Cas know that no matter what, they would always come back to each other. How he prayed to his best friend, pleaded for him. How Jensen as Dean bared his soul to Cas, and in words, which is big for Dean, to tell him that even though his anger took over him, Dean would never give up on his angel. How Jensen knew this was Dean’s chance to prove that he loved Cas, without them letting him be explicitly queer. And man did he do it well. He gave us a confession when he wasn’t allowed to. King!!!!
HOW TENDER 😭
a concept: dean going down to the empty to rescue cas, but in order to get him out, he has to give him a piece of his soul… something the empty can’t really stomach to touch. a tether to earth, to dean. and it hurts to give it to him, of course it does, but after he hands it over, some of cas’s grace rushes in to fill the gap. they emerge from the empty with cas a little more human and dean a little more angel than how they entered
it aches when they’re far from each other. dean’s soul and cas’s grace call out for their missing piece
This morning, like most mornings, Dean woke up before Cas. Cas’s face was wrinkled from sleep and still shadowed in the semi-darkness of early morning, but Dean stared anyway. Twelve years they had loved each other. And, for most of those years- if Dean was being honest- they had known. But knowing back then just meant longing with no hope, and now they knew. Now they knew, and the longing was different. Like there had always been an electric current buzzing between them, and six months ago they had finally turned on the light. Like somehow, impossibly, it had only gotten more intense.
Dean reached up to trace a finger behind Castiel’s ear, almost tucking a lock of hair that wasn’t quite long enough to stay put. He would cut it for him soon. Cas smiled- just the tiniest bit- in his sleep.
More intense, but sweeter, too.
Dean let his hand fall down behind Cas’s shoulder, pulling him close and burying his face where Cas’s neck met the pillow. He felt a small hum and then a hand on his own back.
“Good morning, Dean,” Cas murmured, still thick with sleep. A lump started to form in Dean’s throat; waking up together was still novel, especially today.
“Good morning,” he said back. And then, “I love you.”
Cas was suddenly very alert beside him. He never missed an I love you, always giving those moments his full attention. “Making up for lost time?”, Dean had pretended to tease once. But Cas had only smiled in that way of his, radiant even in his sadness. “No,” he’d answered, “it’s just what you deserve.”
Cas grabbed Dean’s chin lightly with his thumb now, tilting his face up just enough to meet their eyes. “I love you,” he said back.
Dean felt himself smile, but mostly he felt something swell and flutter inside his chest. He looked at Cas, thinking of how lucky he was. Of every moment he’d ever wanted to say it and thought he couldn’t. Of how he would never not say it again.
(He didn’t think about that day- or the week of hell that followed, leading up to the nightmare of a rescue. He got lost in it sometimes, in a way that cast a faraway look over his eyes. The first instance of this had prompted a worried Cas to say “Come back to me” and Dean to cling to his hand a little too hard in repsonse. “As long as you always come back to me.”)
Dean brought his own hand up to Cas’s cheek, lightly brushing dark hair from his temple again. He stared long, like he always did, and then kissed Cas sweet and firm, which still felt new and holy every time.
Every moment he’d ever wanted to and thought he couldn’t.
“I love you,” he said again.
This time it was Cas who pulled him in.
let’s say it’s a shot from “the man who would be king” but with a little bit of Castiel’s trueform
this moment always makes me so sad, because he is looking up, reaching to heaven, waiting for an answer, and he doesn’t know yet that heaven is silent not because no one is listening, but because no one cares
this picture is in very bad quality sorry because it’s size is only 4×10 cm because i can’t draw normal big pictures but if you open it it becomes slightly better