Dean just learned about this festival at Epcot He's on his way to tell Cas so they can start planning the family trip.
Of course Claire and the girls are invited. Charlie can't wait to try Disneybounding [x]
must I rewatch all of spn? is it not enough to selectively relive the best moments through gifs on tumblr dot com?
mitski made a whole ass album called be the cowboy she's a heller okay
cas is dean’s heaven. dean is cas’ world. together, they are both home
lover the size of a skyscraper
inspired by this art sent to me by @dykeswinchester
![Chapters 21 & 22 [read here]A Ghost Story
read from the beginning | playlist | ko-fiFic Summary: Castiel Novak has haunted his familys estate for 150 years, awaiting the return of his lost love. Upon their reunion, Dean Winchester learns of his past reincarnation. After the night of Castiels resurrection, the two try to find out why theyve been given a second chance. The answers may be hidden in the forgotten memories of Deans former life - but sometimes the truth is better left buried.Chapter Preview:For a second, Dean and Cas just lingered awkwardly in each other’s space. Dean didn’t know how to start this conversation. He wondered if he should ask Cas how he’d been since they last saw each other, but it would sound disingenuous. Or, no—it would sound common. Like how strangers or acquaintances spoke to one other, not really asking for a real answer.The back of Dean’s neck started to tense up. He rubbed at it, casting a look to where Sam and Jack were spread out on their backs in the snow, both of them laughing like kids.“You wanted to tell me something?” Cas prompted after a long moment, causing Dean’s attention to snap back to him.Dean opened his mouth, deciding to launch right into it. “Yeah.” The word got stuck in his throat, and he had to clear it. When the hell had he forgotten how to talk to Cas?Stomping down his nerves, he powered through: “So, I was talking to Charlie. Her and Dorothy found this… I dunno. Psychic or whatever in town. Apparently, she’s supposed to be pretty good. I dunno if she can give us any answers but me and Sammy figured—” He shrugged and looked down at his boots. Idly, he kicked at the gravel. “Might be worth going to. She ain’t cheap but, if she can help…”“Help?” Cas asked.Dean knew he wouldn’t like the answer. Hell, Dean didn’t like it either. He was half-hoping Cas would try to stop him.Forcing himself to look Cas in the eye, he said, “Help me remember what happened after you died.”He let it hang in the air, gave Cas all the time he needed to absorb what he’d just said.Cas bit down on his lower lip and glanced off toward Sam and Jack. He breathed out through his nose, shoved his hands into his pockets. Dean’s gaze dragged up and down Cas’ face. He looked exhausted, eyes drooping and the skin under them bruised. Face bleached. Even his hair looked limp and without luster. Guilt washed over Dean, knowing Cas was probably sleeping badly, too. On a couch. Fearful of being swallowed up by the dreamless emptiness.Dean wished he’d just come home.Cas nodded once. “I understand.”Dean couldn’t decide if he was relieved or petrified. “And I still don’t remember—you know,” he said, swallowing hard, “everything that went down before that, either.” He was sure Cas understood that for what it was. “I just think—I dunno, might be good to have my side of the story, right? Maybe then we can get to the bottom of all this.”Cas turned his head back to Dean, eyes tilted downward. “And you think this will bring you peace of mind?”Dean scoffed out a laugh. “Fuck, I didn’t say that. Probably not.” He tried to say it as flippantly as he could. Cas didn’t so much as chuckle. “But I figure I owe it to both of us to find out.”“Okay,” Cas said. “Then, I’ll go with you.”Dean was definitely relieved now. He thought he could collapse under the emotion. “Thanks,” he muttered. “The appointment’s tomorrow morning.”Cas only nodded.Dean felt a little bit better about this whole situation. He thought maybe he could do this—maybe he could be brave—with Cas at his side.But that was all Dean had to say for the time being. He nodded gracelessly, not really knowing how to end the conversation. Cas probably didn’t want him hanging around. “Okay. So, uh…”He could feel Cas’ eyes on him.“Dean, would you,” Cas said, and Dean’s eyes snapped up to him hopefully, “like to join Jack and me?”Dean bit back a giddy smile. His chest inflated. He cast his gaze back to Sam and Jack. Jack was pelting Sam with snowballs; Sam was clutching his chest dramatically, pretending to die. And Dean had a couple hours before his shift at the garage started. He figured he had time to kill.“Yeah, wouldn’t wanna break up the kids,” he joked.There was a smile in Cas’ tone when he agreed, “No, we wouldn’t.”The two of them walked toward Sam and Jack, Dean’s boots sinking into the icy snow as they went./////Tagged: @herowilson @thetiredstuff @skella-bro @casthegrumpy @celestialcastiel @bluefirecas @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets @that-one-fandom-chick @haru-park96 @alejandriaiqq @no-aesthetic-all-aethetic @amirosebooks @epple-benene @wanderingcas @agus-likes @the-ship-haz-sailed @justkissalreadyforfucksake @madimoo31 @an-angel-in-love-with-a-hunter @gracelesstars @bazghetti @wayward-waffles @theojaxons @jenmishrob @all-or-nothing-baby @auttownblue @leftistdean @sargafust @wannabe-loser @jessalrynn @splicedthoughts @castielss @that-dumbass-on-a-horse @passionfruixts @fabreagab @princesswinchester100 @superduckbatrebel @hopefuldreamers-world@theangelwiththewormstache @casandeans @unamusedelipsis @mylovelydame21 @confusedisaster @superduckbatrebel @destielwentcanonomg @highest-brightness @i-put-the-ayyy-in-asexual @darkacademiagay @imthedoctorlove @freckledean @youcanteverknowenough @chicken-kebabs @myguardianangelisatrickster @hotactiongirlcoded @wingsandimpalas @casandhumanity @tploz @starlightoffandoms @dontsgotalifee389 @on-a-bender @lilac-void @castiel-mybeloved @siriusseverusdeservedbetterPlease let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters/fics or if you’d like to be taken off the list. #destiel#deancas#destiel fic#deancas fic#spn#supernatural#spn fic#spncreatorsdaily#my post #a ghost story](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c99f1cced3c507f843b34cb5779877a0/4bebebfce5fee591-a8/s500x750/f4964d975101e91d0c1b3e7be3302bad22bb5c49.jpg)
Chapters 21 & 22 [read here]
A Ghost Story read from the beginning | playlist | ko-fi
Fic Summary: Castiel Novak has haunted his family's estate for 150 years, awaiting the return of his lost love. Upon their reunion, Dean Winchester learns of his past reincarnation. After the night of Castiel's resurrection, the two try to find out why they've been given a second chance. The answers may be hidden in the forgotten memories of Dean's former life - but sometimes the truth is better left buried.
Chapter Preview:
For a second, Dean and Cas just lingered awkwardly in each other’s space. Dean didn’t know how to start this conversation. He wondered if he should ask Cas how he’d been since they last saw each other, but it would sound disingenuous. Or, no—it would sound common. Like how strangers or acquaintances spoke to one other, not really asking for a real answer.
The back of Dean’s neck started to tense up. He rubbed at it, casting a look to where Sam and Jack were spread out on their backs in the snow, both of them laughing like kids.
“You wanted to tell me something?” Cas prompted after a long moment, causing Dean’s attention to snap back to him.
Dean opened his mouth, deciding to launch right into it. “Yeah.” The word got stuck in his throat, and he had to clear it. When the hell had he forgotten how to talk to Cas?
Stomping down his nerves, he powered through: “So, I was talking to Charlie. Her and Dorothy found this… I dunno. Psychic or whatever in town. Apparently, she’s supposed to be pretty good. I dunno if she can give us any answers but me and Sammy figured—” He shrugged and looked down at his boots. Idly, he kicked at the gravel. “Might be worth going to. She ain’t cheap but, if she can help…”
“Help?” Cas asked.
Dean knew he wouldn’t like the answer. Hell, Dean didn’t like it either. He was half-hoping Cas would try to stop him.
Forcing himself to look Cas in the eye, he said, “Help me remember what happened after you died.”
He let it hang in the air, gave Cas all the time he needed to absorb what he’d just said.
Cas bit down on his lower lip and glanced off toward Sam and Jack. He breathed out through his nose, shoved his hands into his pockets. Dean’s gaze dragged up and down Cas’ face. He looked exhausted, eyes drooping and the skin under them bruised. Face bleached. Even his hair looked limp and without luster. Guilt washed over Dean, knowing Cas was probably sleeping badly, too. On a couch. Fearful of being swallowed up by the dreamless emptiness.
Dean wished he’d just come home.
Cas nodded once. “I understand.”
Dean couldn’t decide if he was relieved or petrified. “And I still don’t remember—you know,” he said, swallowing hard, “everything that went down before that, either.” He was sure Cas understood that for what it was. “I just think—I dunno, might be good to have my side of the story, right? Maybe then we can get to the bottom of all this.”
Cas turned his head back to Dean, eyes tilted downward. “And you think this will bring you peace of mind?”
Dean scoffed out a laugh. “Fuck, I didn’t say that. Probably not.” He tried to say it as flippantly as he could. Cas didn’t so much as chuckle. “But I figure I owe it to both of us to find out.”
“Okay,” Cas said. “Then, I’ll go with you.”
Dean was definitely relieved now. He thought he could collapse under the emotion. “Thanks,” he muttered. “The appointment’s tomorrow morning.”
Cas only nodded.
Dean felt a little bit better about this whole situation. He thought maybe he could do this—maybe he could be brave—with Cas at his side.
But that was all Dean had to say for the time being. He nodded gracelessly, not really knowing how to end the conversation. Cas probably didn’t want him hanging around. “Okay. So, uh…”
He could feel Cas’ eyes on him.
“Dean, would you,” Cas said, and Dean’s eyes snapped up to him hopefully, “like to join Jack and me?”
Dean bit back a giddy smile. His chest inflated. He cast his gaze back to Sam and Jack. Jack was pelting Sam with snowballs; Sam was clutching his chest dramatically, pretending to die. And Dean had a couple hours before his shift at the garage started. He figured he had time to kill.
“Yeah, wouldn’t wanna break up the kids,” he joked.
There was a smile in Cas’ tone when he agreed, “No, we wouldn’t.”
The two of them walked toward Sam and Jack, Dean’s boots sinking into the icy snow as they went.
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NAH but remember when cas made that deal with the empty we were all like ohhh cas finally letting himself be happy is gonna be him confessing to dean and we were RIGHT. what the fuck. what the FUCK
gonna rewatch 15x18 (and 15x19, 15x20) with my non-shipper bc ,dean’s straight’ mom today.
wish me luck surviving this extra large emotional trap field.
“You let me ruin myself,” Castiel says, slow, “to keep the Michael Sword busy?”
Misha: the mixtape was rock ballad love songs
Also Misha: Cas wouldn't have known what to do with that arcane technology
So Cas didn't listen to it? Ever? He has no idea Dean loves him 😢
I see your sneaky ways, Dimitri.
Smart. Keep the sniper away.
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The one thing Cas wanted needed was a Walkman. And headphones.
It is 10 am and I am already crying over destiel. They deserved to be together. Cas still never getting his true happiness. I can’t do this today
The moment they realize the viewers love him they hate him. As soon they realize that Castiel became important part and not just brothers story they did all to abuse him. They make him evil "god", they killed him, they make him human and took all his powers, they tried to make us believe that Dean hate him but all know it can't be true.
Unfortunately to them we know that the story of Dean and Castiel naturally can only go in one direction that love and not this. Anything else it's not natural to this characters.
In the end they returned to brother story and I can understand the thought behind it, but it been years not Just Sam and Dean story so it ridiculous.
They had chance really give us not stereotypical gay love story and they destroyed it.
Jimmy idea it's cruel and make me believe that abusing Castiel is one of their kinks or they hate so much Misha.
Sometimes in real life supernatural makes me feel so exhausted. Like, I'm so tired of hearing how the c*w and the w*b fucked over my 2 favorite actors and I'm so tired of learning how the actors kept things from being even more fucked up like, no thank you I'm full.
Instead you can find me curled up with a fanfic on how these two humans find happiness in both themselves and each other because god fucking dammit they deserve good things in life and the trauma they have been through doesn't mean they should spend their lives suffering.
Fuck you to high hell c*w for trying to say something different.
The supernatural in our minds is so much better than what you ended up delivering.
Conversely, the pink overlapping section could be titled:
At least one of us is deceptively in our 20s
The creators treat our relationship with respect
And the mauve overlapping section could be titled:
Healthy boundaries? What are those?
We have semi-adopted children together that the narrative forgot after a few seasons
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
And even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure.And we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying. And so I hold myself back and swallow the callnote of my dark sobbing. Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need? Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware That we are not really at home in our interpreted world.
—The First Elegy from the Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke
insp by @brownbicon
