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sketching-fox · 3 months

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Hi everyone! Nice to see you all!

Sorry for a long time without posts!

In good timing, I finally finished this Destiel comission for @fanficwritergwen, based on her beautiful fic Centerfold! Thanks for your patience waiting, while I was stuck in too much work and personal issues!

LINK to the fic

Also, in a good moment to wish Happy Valentine’s Day! And happy anniversary to them!

My hugs!

#supernatural #castiel #deanandcas #destielfanart #destiel #fanart #deanwinchester #spn fanart #spn fanfic #destiel fanfic

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ao3feeddestiel · 7 months

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Suptober 23 Collection - MySPNDollhouse by Caliel66 (Tumblr)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pEVPYH7 by DeanandCas My mini fics for Suptober 23. All visual. All Destiel. Words: 42, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pEVPYH7

#IFTTT #Suptober 23 Collection - MySPNDollhouse by Caliel66 (Tumblr)#DeanandCas

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fictionfanaticspod · 2 years

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It’s One Shot Wednesday!⚡️ This week we’re reading a Supernatural fic ‘We’ll Draw In Breaths Like We Don’t Have Air’ by casfallsinlove. Listen now on Spotify or Apple podcasts!⚡️ https://archiveofourown.org/works/836611 https://fanficfanaticspod.buzzsprout.com/?fbclid=IwAR2WpGg7kw0dBt9E4dfEDvx_DLfXyWSbJF2d5glKpUg04Y_mRQGsHVwb-38 #podcast #supernatural #supernaturalpodcast #fanfic #ff #fanfiction #fanficfanaticspodcast #deanwinchester #castielnovak #deanandcas https://www.instagram.com/p/ChXC6IkOzc6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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fuckspn · 2 years

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okay but there really is something so malicious about how supernatural was allowed to acknowledge dean’s Intense Subtextually Gay Relationships With Men and how they’re Clearly Different From Sam’s Relationships With Those Same Men as long as it’s all directed at the other character. anyone and everyone was allowed to make cracks about cas and crowley being in love with dean for years on end but when dean admitted that his relationship with cas is different than sam’s--i lost cas and it damn near broke me--the line had to be cut. yeah these guys’ relationships with dean are different than their relationships with sam but it’s all because of them being the weird gay ones who insisted on falling in love with dean despite his valiant heterosexual effort to keep them at a platonic arm’s length. of course dean wasn’t allowed to reciprocate cas’ feelings or react to the confession or even be particularly nice to cas because if we acknowledge that dean is part of the reason deanandcas is so different from samandcas then we’re also acknowledging that the gay subtext isn’t just coming from cas but from dean too, which means we’re acknowledging the possibility that our all-american marlboro man action hero isn’t straight. and we can’t have that because it failed the market research

#the greatest hits

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hauntedpearl · 1 month

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because I process everything through dean and cas. i think. i think dean doesn't know what love is really supposed to feel like. the forever kind of love. the kind he thinks cas feels.

i think it felt like heat and hunger when he was twenty three and there was this girl with the dangerous smile and a look in her eyes like she could kick his ass and he better know it. and I think it felt like something that didn't quite fit right but fell across his shoulders all the same when he was with Lisa and he thought, well, it keeps me warm, this, whatever it is. it keeps me happy.

but then there's cas and he can't put his finger on what it is he's supposed to be feeling. and he thinks it should be big. after the dungeon and death and the empty and everything. after. after. he thinks it's supposed to make the world feel different. he thinks it's supposed to do something to his bones, the way cas talks about it. and it doesn't. and dean thinks, maybe, he's not meant for things like this. maybe it's just that he's empty. maybe cas is missing out by choosing him. and it's selfish, but there's something in there, and he can't let go, because it hurts, hurts like a heart attack, and he'd know because he's had a few. and he thinks, whatever it is, this broken, bent, useless thing, it wants him to stay still, for once, and he listens.

and it's the little things, i think. it's how he knows to spear tomatoes off Cas' plate or maybe it's how he knows to make time to tie his tie for him when they go out. how he switches the radio in the car to whatever cas wants to listen to — knows a frown means pop music, and a sleepy heaviness in his eyes calls for the oldies and there, that soft light, that makes dean think of the summer and the sea, that's when he knows to pick his own favourite mixtape.

i think it comes slow, this realisation, that there isn't dean's life anymore, not really. it's deanandcas' life, and they fit together, seamless, and dean's been worried about how he is not enough, but he thinks about how he's slotted into place here, in Cas' arms and his home, and his habits, and he thinks. he thinks maybe that's what it is supposed to feel like. or maybe it's what it feels like to him. and it's not a feeling that lifts his feet off the ground, but it's this soft thing in his chest, something like his mother's hug when he was young, truly young. like watching his infant brother's fingers curling around his pinkie for the first time. like walking into a house and seeing a place where your shoes are supposed to go, putting them there, almost unthinking, your mind already on the food at the table. like the smallest shift in your being. a settling of sorts.

he doesn't think he loves cas like cas loves him, doesn't think he could if he tried. cas' being is the breadth of the world and his love is bigger than that. it's hard to compete with that sort of thing. but dean's heart is full, and he thinks he fits nicely, at the center of it, this big, wonderful, impossible thing. thinks he makes it happy, too. thinks maybe that's kind of the whole point.

#from the drafts #hahaha....*softly* what the fuck #i do not. remember writing this #doe's writing adventures #spn posting #destiel stuff #dean is some flavour of aroace to me #anyway. ANYWAY. I THINK. sometimes you fall in love and it doesn't feel like the movies znd you're like maybe that's sth wrong w me #but maybe love is this big all encompassing blanket snd you're always in it so you don't alwYs notice it big like that ykwim

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deancaskiss · 1 year

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is it too late to let you know (under the mistletoe)

Summary: When Dean rescued Cas from the Empty, it should’ve been easy to yank Cas close and kiss him; making the confession a two-way street. But Dean was caught between too many emotions, and the moment slipped away. Days of silence bled into months, and Dean felt the distance between him and Cas growing into a chasm as Christmas fast approached. When Sam decides to meddle with some well placed mistletoe and claims that by the end of Christmas, they would be deanandcas again, Dean doesn’t believe it. The kisses don’t mean anything, it’s just mistletoe kisses. But, with each kiss, things start to change, and Dean begins to wonder if maybe these kisses do mean something after all.

5 times Dean and Cas kiss under the mistletoe and it doesn’t mean anything, and 1 time they kiss and it definitely absolutely without a doubt means something.

Word count: 4,838 (continued under the read more). Also posted on ao3.

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! Time for some deancas kissing under the mistletoe!

This whole thing should’ve been easier. It should’ve been instinct to yank Cas into his arms, shake him senseless and maybe push him away for doing such a dumbass thing like gambling his life like that, and then tugging Cas back into his arms and kissing him stupid.

That’s how it should’ve gone.

But when they finally rescued Cas from the Empty, when Cas was standing back in the Bunker, chunks of inky blackness chipping off of him and pooling on the ground around him in large clumps, Dean just stood there, shaking, caught between vibrating relief and shuddering anger.

He wanted to slam Cas against the wall; caught between the urge to pick a fight with fists or to crash their lips together instead.

Words got caught in his throat. Dean wanted to scream and yell, threaten Cas for leaving him the way he did. For the words that Cas left hanging between them. He wantes to grab Cas, hands cradling the back of Cas’ neck as he made the confession a two-way street.

But none of those things happened.

Instead, Dean got up into Cas’ space, pointing his finger accusingly in Cas’ face as he snarled, “Don’t ever do that again.”

And, just like that, the moment was over as Dean turned and stormed away.

Dean thought the seven months without Cas were shitty, but these last few months now that Cas was home were a different kind of pain. At this point, Dean wasn’t sure if it was him avoiding Cas or Cas avoiding him.

The forced conversation. The averted eyes. The stilted attempts to avoid running into each other. It was a slow torturous agony.

Dean hated it. Hated Cas and hated himself.

But he hated the space between them the most. Because it felt like they were never going to be deanandcas again.

The silence stretched between them. Hours turned into days into weeks and bled into months. And Dean ached. Ached for his best friend, even though he was right there.

August shifted into September without a stir. September into October and Halloween occurred without any affair. November gave way to December.

And that’s when Sam came bounding into Dean’s room, with far too much excitement and happiness, and it made Dean’s stomach lurch.

“Christmas, Dean. We’re going to celebrate Christmas this year. The whole family. Bobby, Charlie, Jody, Donna, and the girls. Jack’s even gonna join us- Cas convinced him.”

“Oh, did he now?” Dean said, the words coming out like a growl.

The sound that left Sam’s mouth was caught somewhere between a sigh, a frustrated huff, and something else almost mischievous. “Christmas is happening, Dean. And by the end of it, you and Cas will be deanandcas again. Mark my words. It’ll be a Christmas miracle.”

Dean grabbed the nearest thing he could reach, which was only a pillow, and he hurled it at his meddling brother's head.

Great. Just what they needed. A giant Sasquatch forcing the Christmas spirit to “magically” solve the tension between him and Cas. Perfect.

As it turned out, Sam’s version of a Christmas miracle was mistletoe.

Piles and piles of mistletoe.

Hanging from every doorway, wait, scratch that, hanging from every available surface of the Bunker. Dean had witnessed Sam catching Eileen under it a whopping 15 times already, and it had only been in the Bunker for less than a day.

Maybe it was just an excuse for Sam to kiss Eileen at every chance he got.

But Dean very quickly realized who the intended target was. And he’d just fallen trap to it, walking through the doorway into the kitchen just as Cas was leaving.

“Looky what we have here,” Sam taunted, motioning to the mistletoe above the doorway. “You two have to kiss now.”

“It’s tradition,” Eileen piped up, grinning from her place next to Sam at the kitchen table. “Couldn’t mess with the ritual behind that, could we? Might cause unnecessary ramifications, and I don’t feel like hunting any monsters during Christmas,” Eileen said, eyes darting between Dean and Cas with a sneaky glint to her gaze.

Goddammit. Sam completely had her in on this little plan of his. Now Dean was going to hunt them both down and feed them to the nearest vamps nest for this.

When he finally shifted his dagger-like gaze away from his traitorous brother over to Cas, he felt the air lurch out of his lungs like a punch to the gut.

Cas had this look in his eyes, caught somewhere between wistful and angry; yearning and threatening. It drew Dean in like a magnet, pulling him closer on instinct.

Something deep in Dean’s chest ached, open and raw and bleeding. Whatever that feeling was, it must’ve been written on his face, because Cas swooped in with angel-speed, grazed his lips against Dean’s for a fraction of a second, and then marched off before Dean could even blink.

The realization hit him as the last glimpse of the trenchcoat disappeared around the corner seconds later. Cas just kissed him. Kissed him and walked away, as if it meant nothing at all.

The next time it happened, it was the doorway into the War Room. Eileen was sitting at the table by herself, with a spread of books that she and Cas had obviously been looking at together before Dean had walked in and interrupted their moment.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Dean teased, the joke falling from his lips on impulse. The way he used to tease Cas before. Like nothing had changed.

For a brief moment, there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of Cas’ lips. As if he’d forgotten that they weren’t on speaking terms; like there wasn’t a chasm cracking wide open between them.

That little smile was enough. It gave Dean a dash of hope. Maybe they could fix this. Maybe they weren’t too broken.

He could do it. Right now. Close the gap between them, and kiss Cas like he should’ve done the second he’d rescued Cas and brought him home. And if it went South, then he could blame it on the mistletoe. No harm, no foul, right?

But that would mean crossing the bridge before they’d mended it. There was no stability, and the thinly layered stones would crumble beneath their feet; sending them into icy waters once again. And Cas deserved better… he deserved more.

“Dean,” Cas said, quiet and slow.

His name. The first time Dean had heard Cas say his name since they’d broken out of the Empty together. Dean felt the sudden yearning strike. A need to hear his name on Cas’ lips like that again; not with anger or betrayal, but a hint of tenderness seeping into the once reverent way Cas used to say his name.

Leaning down, Dean pressed a feather-light kiss to Cas’ cheek. A chaste touch; there and then gone. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start.

Shifting out of Cas’ space, Dean moved into the War Room, grabbing the stack of candy he was supposed to be bringing to the movie that the girls and Jack were watching.

From the corner of his eye, Dean could’ve sworn he saw Cas’ arm move, his fingertips grazing over the spot on his cheek where Dean had kissed him. But by the time Dean actually looked over towards the doorway once his candy stack was stable, Cas was gone.

Dean was starting to feel like he was seeing mistletoe everywhere he looked. But it was the glimpses of Cas that really had Dean doing double-takes. The way he could just see the trenchcoat fluttering around a corner or the flicker of bright blue eyes connecting with his own across the room before darting away. It was occurring more often, as if Cas was letting Dean see him for the first time in months.

And if it was just that, it would’ve been enough. Really.

But… the mistletoe was increasing in numbers.

And the kisses shouldn’t mean anything. They didn’t. They really didn’t. Or, maybe they did.

No.

Dean couldn’t go down that road.

Because that would mean words would need to be spoken. Out loud. And he couldn’t… didn’t know how.

The kisses didn’t mean anything. They were just mistletoe kisses. Not going down the road of something more.

Speaking of roads.

There was a new filter that he needed to switch out in the Impala, and at least that was something he could do to keep his mind off of mistletoe and kisses and a certain angel. Making his way out to the garage, he wasn’t expecting to run into anyone. Or to find a clump of mistletoe hanging in the doorway leading into the garage.

Yet, here Dean was, in the doorway, his hip bumping against Cas’ as the angel made his way back into the Bunker. They both stopped. Two sets of eyes flickering up at the same time and then dropping down to each other again.

“I thought you said we had to stop meeting like this,” Cas said, darting his gaze back up to the mistletoe before landing on Dean again.

It was the longest sentence Cas had said to him in months.

Dean swallowed thickly, his eyes locking on the smudge of dirt on the collar of the trenchcoat. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying catching me under the mistletoe,” Dean said, nudging his shoe against Cas’ in a gentle bump.

Cas shuffled slightly, and Dean winced. Dammit. Wrong thing to say. This thing between them, whatever it was, was too fragile to be throwing grenades like that. He wanted to take it back, to reach out and snatch the words lingering in the air and hide them back behind his ribs.

“Maybe you’re the one hanging the mistletoe waiting for me,” Cas replied. They both knew that wasn’t true; both knew it was Sam and Eileen with the stash of mistletoe.

But before Dean could point that fact out, Cas was leaning in, his lips grazing over Dean’s jaw.

The kiss was subtle, just a hint of plush lips against stubble, but the warm tingling sensation lingered as Cas pulled away. There was a ghost of a smile on Cas’ lips as he turned and walked away, leaving Dean standing under the mistletoe; fingers reaching up to touch where Cas’ lips had left an impression against his skin.

“Oh, hey,” Dean said, catching sight of Cas walking down the corridor in the opposite direction from the Dean-cave.

Cas turned around at the sound of his voice, his steps slowing down as he raised an eyebrow at Dean.

“I was just, uh-” Dean started, pointing towards the room with his thumb. “Just about to watch a movie. Jody and Donna were gonna join in a few. Just thought you might wanna, you know…” he trailed off, realizing he didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

Before, it wouldn’t even be a question. Dean would just bump his hip against Cas’ and flash him a smile, nodding his head in the general direction of the Dean-cave. Cas always knew what Dean was offering, and he’d smile back, and they’d move that way together, without having to say a word.

But now, when he actually needed to say the words, he didn’t know how.

Down the hallway, Cas was almost frozen in place, his body half tilted towards Dean as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to move closer or to bolt the other way. The angel’s eyes darted towards the room where they’d watched movies together a hundred times, before moving back to look at Dean.

“I’d like that,” Cas finally said, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The air trapped in Dean’s lungs suddenly rushed out past his lips, and he sighed in relief. “Great, yeah, awesome,” he said, motioning for Cas to follow him.

But of course, as luck would have it, they both managed to walk into the room at the same time. Under the doorway. Where a collection of mistletoe hung just above their heads. Mistletoe that hadn’t been there 5 minutes ago when Dean had set the movie up before going to pop some popcorn.

Their eyes locked almost immediately, and Dean let out a huff of air that turned into a laugh. “Let me guess, there’s mistletoe above us, isn’t there?”

Cas pretended to wince, looking up in a deliberately slow motion before tilting his head in that way that made Dean’s stomach twist in knots. “It appears so,” Cas said, and god dammit, was that a hint of playfulness in his voice? Or was Dean just imagining it?

“I think it was my turn to kiss you, if I’m not mistaken?” Dean asked, before realizing that yes, he’d just admitted he was keeping score. That Cas had kissed him first, then he’d kissed Cas, and the last time Cas had kissed him.

Cas nodded, his eyes darting down to gaze at Dean’s lips before quickly looking away.

From this angle, standing almost side by side, Dean could see the curve of Cas’ hair moving around his ear, and the sudden urge welled up in his chest. Without stopping to think, Dean quickly moved to press his lips to that spot behind Cas’ ear, just below a curl of hair. He lingered there for a beat, savoring the way he could almost feel the tremor that made its way down Cas’ spine.

He only pulled away when he heard Jody and Donna’s footsteps down the hall.

Cas quickly moved to his old seat, and once again Dean found himself left standing under the mistletoe, repeating to himself like a mantra that these kisses didn’t mean anything.

The knock at his door broke Dean’s concentration, and he looked up from the mini vending machine he was building for Jack as a gift. Why he thought ordering this would be a good idea, he had no idea. It was like a piece of ikea furniture, with far too many instructions that were too vague in Dean’s opinion.

Maybe a break from the infernal contraption would keep Dean from throwing it at the wall and buying Jack 20 boxes of nougat instead.

When his eyes locked with Cas’, he froze. “Hey,” he said, gaze suddenly glued to the way Cas’ throat worked as the angel swallowed.

Cas offered him a small smile, motioning with his head back down the hall towards the main area of the Bunker. “Charlie’s looking for you. Something about Claire and Jody in the kitchen and that you were needed.”

Dean grinned, remembering the pie challenge that Jody and Claire had suggested that morning.

Pushing away from the desk, Dean grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and he draped it over the vending machine, hiding it from view in case Jack came peeking. “Gotta pie-crown to defend,” Dean said in answer to Cas as he moved towards the door.

But, instead of moving out of the way so that Dean could get through, Cas was rooted to the spot in the doorway.

“Earth to Angel,” Dean teased, bumping against Cas with his shoulder. “You gonna let me leave or am I going to have to push you into the kitchen with me?”

But Cas’ eyes weren’t on Dean. They were looking up.

Frowning, Dean cast his eyes up, too.

Dammit.

“I didn’t! That wasn’t… I didn’t put that there,” Dean quickly defended as he looked at the mistletoe, down to Cas, and then back up to the plant. Dean was going to kill Sam. Absolutely kill him.

“If you wanted to kiss me, Dean, all you had to do was ask,” Cas said, a lilt to his tone that took Dean one second, two seconds, three to catch.

Cas was… was Cas actually teasing him right now?

“Told you I didn’t put it there,” he muttered, even as he caught sight of that half-smile on Cas’ lips that clearly said Cas was enjoying himself far too much. “Besides, it’s you who owes me a kiss this time, so how do I know you didn’t put it there as an excuse to kiss me.”

“You caught me,” Cas said, putting his hands up in defeat even as rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, well,” Dean huffed. “It is your turn, so pay up.”

Cas smiled, this time genuine, and Dean could’ve sworn his heart stopped for a second before kicking back into gear at full speed.

“As you wish,” Cas replied, closing the gap as he pressed his lips against the crinkles next to Dean’s right eye. If Dean thought his heart was beating fast before, it suddenly felt like it was racing a marathon at the tenderness of the kiss.

It was… intimate. Soft. Almost reverent. Cas pulled back a few seconds later, but Dean could’ve sworn it felt like Cas’ lips were still there, kissing along the wrinkles and up across his temple.

Without a word, Cas moved out of the doorway and started to walk towards the kitchen.

“Are you coming?” Cas called over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Dean said, voice thick and rough, and he cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he said again, but even as he followed Cas to the kitchen, Dean couldn’t shake that warm feeling that was still lingering on his skin.

Christmas Eve had crept up quicker than Dean expected. But maybe that was because his mind had been a little preoccupied lately. He’d spent the last two days avoiding Cas. Not because he didn’t want to see him, but because an idea had been forming in the back of his mind. The idea to take matters into his own hands.

After that last kiss, standing in the doorway to his bedroom, it was as if Cas had spelled it out for Dean in big bold letters across his door.

It was right there. And now they were… it felt like that bridge had been crossed. They were talking again. Seeking each other out and interacting like they used to. They were deanandcas again.

Except, there was something else. Something written in-between the words. Dean had felt it, maybe since Cas had kissed his jaw. Or maybe it was when he’d kissed Cas on the cheek. But it was there, and Dean had to do something about it.

It had to be him.

It should’ve been him all those months ago, when Cas was shedding clumps of darkness to reveal angelic light standing in the Bunker again. It should’ve been him who closed the gap, who said the words back to Cas with actions instead of verbally. He hadn’t then. But he needed to now.

Finding Sam’s stash of mistletoe had been easy. Honestly, the sock drawer, Sammy? How cliche.

Sliding the plant into his pocket had been a little more challenging, mostly because it left an obvious clue he was carrying something in his pocket.

But the most difficult part was closing those last few steps. Dean found himself lingering in one of the archways to the library, watching Cas read as if it were the most riveting thing he’d ever seen. And maybe it was; because Cas was here, and it was Christmas, and they were deanandcas again.

Taking those last steps felt like torture, but not the bad kind. The kind of sweet torture that Dean knew meant he was making the right choice. The choice he should’ve made months ago.

Approaching Cas from behind, he peered over the angel’s shoulder to see the book splayed out on the table.

“Whatcha reading?” he asked, sliding his hands into his pockets, fingers grazing over the leaves of the plant.

Cas darted his gaze from the page, offering Dean a smile. “It’s about Christmas traditions. Jack said it was important that I read it. Didn’t have the heart to tell him I already knew it all, so I took the book and promised to read it anyway,” Cas said.

Yep. That was Cas all over. Ready to do anything just because it meant something to someone he cared about.

“Well, I-uh, needed to borrow you for something,” Dean said, inching the mistletoe out of his pocket and keeping it hidden in his hand.

Cas grinned, closing the book with far more care than anyone ought to. “As long as it isn’t more wrapping. Charlie and Kaia had me helping them wrap all morning.”

Dean laughed, but he shook his head. Moving his hand, he held the mistletoe above Cas’ head and then gently nudged Cas’ shoulder with his other hand. “Look up.”

Tipping his head back, Cas looked up, his eyes latching onto the mistletoe that Dean held over his head. He quickly looked at Dean, then at the mistletoe; a dawning realization washing over his face.

“Last time, you said if I wanted, all I had to do was ask,” Dean said, swallowing thickly as the words swelled up in his throat. “This is me asking.”

Now it was Cas’ turn to swallow, and Dean watched the movement of Cas’ throat as Cas kept his head tilted back, eyes never leaving the mistletoe wrapped between Dean’s fingers.

“Asking for what, Dean?” Cas whispered.

Here it was. Now or never. No going back. Time to right his wrong and do what should’ve been done from the moment he’d rescued Cas from the Empty.

“To kiss you,” Dean said, the words rushing out in a breath that tasted like relief.

When Cas moved, pushing back from the chair, it was with purpose. Reaching out, Cas’ fingers wrapped around Dean’s wrist, keeping the mistletoe above their heads as he leaned in closer into Dean’s space.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Cas breathed out, and Dean lurched forwards, using his free hand to grab hold of Cas’ trenchcoat as he pulled Cas closer until their lips finally met.

This kiss wasn’t anything like their first.

While Cas’ lips had barely grazed against Dean’s for a fraction of a second the first time they’d been under the mistletoe together, this time it was like neither of them were in a rush to let go.

Cas immediately melted into the kiss, and Dean dropped his hand until he was wrapping his arm around Cas’ shoulders. Slotting their lips together was easy. It was the easiest thing Dean had ever done in his entire life.

A stuttered sigh escaped between their mouths as Dean traced over the shape of Cas’ lips with his own, and Dean couldn’t give a damn if it was him or Cas making the sound, because right now all he could focus on was the way Cas’ lower lip felt caught between his own.

They broke apart with a gasp, and Dean quickly dove in again, chasing Cas’ mouth at the same time as he marginally tilted his head. Their mouths met perfectly, both of their lips parted just enough that they were pressed flush against each other. Dean held the kiss, keeping their mouths locked together like it was a lifeline.

Cas pulled back a fraction, before his lips caught against Dean’s lower lip, and Dean felt a shiver dash down his spine. A hand was suddenly cupping his cheek, and Cas leaned in again and again, repeating that same motion as their lips met in the middle with a fervor that had Dean feeling weak in the knees.

Then it was Cas tilting Dean’s head, with his hand still on Dean’s cheek and the other brushing against Dean’s jaw, and a soft graze of tongue darted out across Dean’s lip. Dean felt his knees wobble as a shuddering breath slipped from his mouth and melded into Cas’.

Gripping hold of the trenchcoat tighter, Dean chased that teasing touch of tongue with his own, lightly tracing over Cas’ lower lip before pulling away.

Now it was Cas who was letting out the softest groan between their mouths, diving in deeper to chase the taste of Dean. It was just a fleeting touch of Cas’ tongue against his own, enough to leave Dean breathless, before Cas broke the kiss.

Dean leaned in again, lips gliding together as he slowed the kisses down. And Cas seemed to like that even more; lingering on each brush as they traded touches back and forth.

Easing back slowly, Dean alternated between open mouthed brushes and catching Cas’ parted lips with his own. The kisses were slow and languid, as if there was no rush in the world.

And God, Dean loved it. The way he could feel the tremble in Cas’ body as he captured the angel’s lower lip and tugged on it softly. Or the way he felt like he was half absorbing and half swallowing the little gasps and shaky breaths that Cas kept making. If he’d known kissing Cas was going to feel this good, he would’ve pressed the angel against the wall and kissed him senseless from the second he’d gotten Cas back from the Empty.

Closing the gap again, Dean pressed their mouths together, and he shuddered as he felt how warm Cas’ lower lip was. Nudging back slightly, he caught sight of Cas’ kiss swollen lips and everything in his brain went blank. He’d done that. He’d just kissed Cas so much that the angel’s lips were red and glistening.

Peppering quick pecks to the corner of Cas’ mouth, Dean leaned in for one last lingering kiss. Cas huffed out a breath through his nose, the air cascading over Dean’s cheek, and Dean slowly eased back until their mouths were just barely ghosting against each other.

Adjusting his arm, Dean moved to tilt Cas’ head until their foreheads were pressed together. Cas let out a little hum, slightly moving so he could press a quick kiss to Dean’s cheekbone.

“That was-” Cas started to say.

“Long overdue,” Dean murmured, unable to stop himself from nudging Cas’ nose with his own before he inched his way back to Cas’ mouth.

He couldn’t stop. Now that he’d had a taste, had felt the shape of Cas’ mouth against his own, he just couldn’t get enough.

It was as if they were making up for lost time, lips moving against each other again, this time more hurried as Dean nudged Cas back against the table so he could use the leverage to press more hungrily into Cas’ mouth.

“We should…” Cas said against Dean’s lips before he pushed forward to kiss Dean again, letting out a groan.

“Yeah,” Dean hummed, licking along the seam of Cas’ lips before teasing his mouth open so he could initiate those open mouthed brushes again that had them both breathless.

At some point, Cas’ hand had shifted from Dean’s shoulder and had slipped down into the back pocket of the hunter’s jeans, and if that move wasn’t enough to have Dean seeing stars, then Cas’ tongue in his mouth was about to make him go supernova.

Just as Dean wrapped his tongue around Cas’, a slow clap behind them made Dean break the kiss with a gasp.

“About damn time,” Sam said from the doorway, a massive grin on his face.

“Oh, don’t stop on our account,” Eileen teased. “We were enjoying the show.”

Dean felt his face flush, and he glared at Sam and his meddling girlfriend. He was sure his rumpled appearance was severely dampening the threat, but he shot daggers at them anyway. “Yes, yes, your plan worked. We get it. Unless you want to watch me push Cas up onto the table, I suggest you get out,” Dean said, making his point by nudging Cas backwards until his thigh slipped between Cas’ legs.

Cas’ mouth parted again, this time with a breathy gasp, and Dean leaned back in to feel that gasp against his lips. He didn’t have time to look back to see if Sam and Eileen had gotten the hint, other than the vague noise of Sam making a disgusted sound and the echo of retreating steps. But Dean couldn’t bring himself to care, because if he didn’t get his lips on Cas’ again in the next two seconds, Dean swore he might just cease to function.

Nudging Cas up onto the table, Dean stepped between Cas’ legs as he chased Cas’ mouth into another bruising kiss.

“You know they’re just-” Cas broke off, meeting Dean’s lips and sighing into the kiss. “-going to go tell everyone that we’re-” Cas stopped again as he lurched forward to find Dean’s mouth again. “-making out.”

“Don’t care,” Dean huffed, finding a very delectable angle that meant he could catch Cas’ lips fully between his own. “Shut up and kiss me.”

The moan that slipped between them was shared, and Dean drew Cas closer until it felt like they were melding together as one.

The mistletoe lay discarded on the ground, completely forgotten; dropped at some point when Dean slipped his fingers into Cas’ hair as they continued to kiss.

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mishacolinsackles · 5 months

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You broke me first #supernatural #jensenackles #supernaturalfans #deanwinchester #castiel #destieledit #supernaturalfans #deanandcastiel #deanandcas #destiel #spn #thecw

#jensen ackles #misha collins #dean winchester #castiel #the cw #the cw supernatural #supernatural #spn #destiel

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sheepstiel · 1 year

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destiel bloggers really be tagging posts like

#screaming crying throwing up #AGSSHDJDSHDJFJ #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #EATING GLASS #i need to lie on the floor for ten to fourteen business days DON'T TOUCH ME #destiel #deanandcas #otp: i was here #otp: profound bond #spn episode 6x20 #spn the man who would be king #destiel amv #lordhuronnatural #userdesitelnumber1

#haha i do that #deancas

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casbeeminestiel · 1 year

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‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours

Dean wouldn’t have called himself a faithful man. Over the years, he’s heard himself described as many things- irreverent, stubborn, codependent, righteous, temperamental, broken. But faithful? Nah, never.

Not until he married Cas, anyways.

Twelve years gone and two years on, he finds himself putting the hours into believing in someone and something bigger than he.

It’s not always easy. Of course it isn't. Nothing worth having ever is.

But sometimes, like right now, Dean finds that it is easy.

For example, it’s easy to thread his fingers through Cas’ on the drive across I-10 in Florida, warm skin on warm skin and wedding ring on wedding ring on the bench seat between them in an untangleable knot. He can feel Cas’ pulse, steady and strong where his own thumb caresses his husband’s wrist. Cas shivers and smiles, and Dean…

Dean falls in love for the millionth time.

And again in a diner parking lot a few hours later as he sucks sticky, syrupy kisses down the column of Cas’ throat in Baby’s backseat. Turns out the only thing that can rival how hot it is outside is Dean’s husband.

“Dean,” Cas groans, panting. His hair is a mess from Dean’s hands raking and tugging at the silky strands.

When Dean pulls back to answer, he feels a sharp spike of lust join the warm, sweet affection suffusing throughout his body. Cas is a damn vision in the midday sun streaming through the windows, his tan skin dappled with shadows cast by the thunderheads starting to creep overhead in a drastic vignette. He looks like a painting.

“Hot damn,” Dean rasps, leaning back in to get his lips in the hollow of Cas’ collarbone. He sweeps his thumb behind his ear and smiles to himself as Castiel’s laughter at his eagerness turns into a stuttering gasp.

Soon enough, Cas sheds his leather jacket- a new addition to his wardrobe, one that Dean is a little obsessed with- and Dean’s flannel joins it on the floor of the Impala, followed by their shoes and socks. Jeans and boxers and shirts are pushed out of the way. Hands find hands again as lips search out skin. Dean likes them like this, an ouroboros of DeanandCas.

Outside, the rain has started to fall to the earth in sheets, a true subtropical spring thunderstorm. Inside the car, they’ve lost track of time, lost sense of anything but the act of losing themselves in each other.

Thunder rattles the windows, but Dean doesn’t notice. He’s too busy making the love of his life fall apart in his arms over and over again.

It’s crazy how these things work, he thinks; how his forever home fits so perfectly inside his first home, how Cas’ legs fit around his waist, how he fits inside Cas, how their hands fit together.

How they fit together.

Their lives, their bodies, their souls. ‘Til death do them part, and after.

Afterwards, after they’ve found the energy to dress themselves once more, they lay there for a while longer and listen to the storm outside. Dean can drive in this weather, but truth be told, he’d rather listen to Cas’ heartbeat under his ear where his head is resting on his husband’s chest.

It’s alright. They have time.

Cas is quiet where Dean is curled around him. Far as Dean can tell, it’s a good kind of quiet. He’s proven right when Cas trails lazy fingers in circles over the knobs of Dean’s spine through his shirt. The static sound of rain continues outside as Dean reaches up to grasp Cas’ free hand in his own and kisses each knuckle. He doesn’t have to look at his angel to know he’s smiling.

They both do a whole lot of smiling these days.

“Dean,” murmurs Cas, the first to speak in the sacred hush of their afterglow. Dean tilts his head with no particular urgency to meet a set of eyes that still draw him in after all these years.

“Mmm, what’s up, sunshine?”

“I find that I’m hungry again. Is that normal?”

Cas’ face is scrunched up adorably, brows knit together in genuine befuddlement.

Dean can hardly help himself as he buries his face in the toned chest beneath him, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Dean, it’s- stop laughing at me. It’s a serious question!” Castiel, for all his effort to appear stern, is laughing too. Also, Dean notes that his hand has not stopped stroking over his spine. That should not make him blush after the last hour or so, but god help him, it does.

“Cas,” he says through teary eyes, still wheezing slightly, “I fucking love you.”

“And I, you. Really though, Dean. Why am I hungry?”

Dean can’t resist. He doesn’t have another round in him, but he’ll never pass up a chance to fluster his husband. In a move that was surely more graceful twenty years ago, he raises himself up on his hands where they’re now planted next to Cas’ head and leans down again so Cas can feel it when he breathes the next words into his ear.

“Sweetheart, as much as I fucking love you, I also love fucking you. Tends to make a guy work up an appetite.”

In a contrast with the heat behind his words, he plants a sweet, quick kiss on Castiel’s now burning cheek and retreats to his spot on his chest.

Cas scowls and swats Dean on the shoulder, but Dean feels his heart skip a beat when he throws a wink his way.

In a few hours, they’ll be sitting on a moonlit balcony with a warm seabreeze in their hair and fancy white hotel sheets waiting for them inside.

In a few days, they’ll probably stop at this diner again on the way back. Dean will probably order pancakes because he knows Cas likes them almost as much as he likes stealing them off of his plate. Cas will lick syrup off his fork, and Dean knows they’ll end up in the backseat again because as sure as the rain falls here every afternoon, he just can’t keep his hands off his husband.

In a few weeks, they might be on the road again, or they might be at home. Maybe Claire will visit, or maybe Jack will pop in. Maybe Sam and Eileen can come over for a backyard barbecue. If the sun shines bright over Kansas for a little while longer, maybe Cas can start his garden anew. Dean will watch him from the porch with a cold beer in his hands and fiddle with his ring, knowing Cas is doing the same when he sits back to take in his hard work.

In a few months, in a few years, Dean has no idea where the road is going to take them. They’ll laugh, and they’ll cry. They will fuck and make love and rest their weary bones next to one another. Sometimes they’ll fight, no doubt, but they made vows they intend to keep. For all the words they exchanged at the altar, Dean took one thing away two years ago. It’s the main thing, honestly. The big thing.

Later that night, under those heavenly hotel covers, the faithful man privately renews the vow he made back then as the angel snores away with his head tucked neatly away under Dean’s chin.

Wherever we go next, whatever life throws at us, I’ll have faith in your hand in mine.

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#deancas #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #happy two years deancas #deancas anniversary #supernatural #always floridanaturaling #posting this to ao3 too #duckposting

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yeyagrimes · 2 years

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My first Destiel fanfic.

I'm excited bc now I can be part of the Ao3 massive collection of stories!!!

I hope you can read it!!

Thank you so so so much my love @pixiereedus for your amazing art!!! I'm in love with it!!!

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grumpylumberjacksworld · 1 year

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‘It’s the southern way, southern love baby.’

@ruffledfeathers89 🖤🤠

#Destial #deanandcas 🖤

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sosaysdean · 2 years

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Oh my gosh the big destiel hockey fic. Everyone was like “oh this is the greatest fic ever” but the made Gordon into an anti destiel homophobic mustache twirling villain? First of all Dean and Gordon fucked raw. Second Gordon never met castiel and he was really a “Sam centric” villain (although. Tbh Gordon did nothing wrong compared to salmondean’s behavior even just a bit later in the show like it was just racism that made him a villain) but making him a villain against destiel is just so dumb like I’m pretty sure zachariah Crowley and Michael were all in that fic as hockey players use one of them instead since they’re actually against dean and cas and deanandcas

not gordon as the villain what the hell goes on

#racially motivated I fear #FUCKED RAW HEBDHDJDNSBSNSVS #ask #anon

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 7 months

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Suptober 23 Collection - MySPNDollhouse by Caliel66 (Tumblr)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HmsgeyL by DeanandCas My mini fics for Suptober 23. All visual. All Destiel. Words: 42, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HmsgeyL

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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fuckspn · 1 year

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I posted 1,275 times in 2022

152 posts created (12%)

1,123 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@fuckspn I'M one of my own top reblogged blogs?? girl help the snake is eating its own tail

@4x01

I tagged 522 of my posts in 2022

#the fuckspn rewatch - 62 posts

#the greatest hits - 10 posts

#heritage post - 6 posts

#oh you know - 3 posts

#prev x2 - 3 posts

#sorry op - 3 posts

#i still think about this post sometimes - 2 posts

#shattered - 2 posts

#prev - 2 posts

#screaming and shaking and spitting phosphoric acid - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but i’ve only seen up through tombstone so my choice of s8 and s11 is simply because they’re the later seasons i watched almost every ep of

My Top Posts in 2022:

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EXTREMELY fun night for terminally online people

1,355 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

claire novak is genuinely the best character supernatural ever came up with. she’s a bitch. she’s empathetic. she’s bratty. she’s selfless. she held a sword to a random teenager’s throat. she has abandonment issues and struggles to accept the love of her adopted family as a result. a gay angel is possessing the corpse of her biological father and using it to have sexual tension with her surrogate father figure. she has a saintlike capacity for love and forgiveness. she is determined to kill and cannot be stopped. she’s a dean mirror. she was a werewolf for a hot second. she’s holding dean’s dvd of caddyshack hostage. she actively refuses to go to college. she broke the unbreakable cycle of violence by forgiving the supernatural creature that destroyed her family instead of seeking revenge. AND she’s a lesbian

1,476 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

how do you even come back from this. how do you survive doing something this embarrassing. i literally think i’d fake my own death and move to a 12-person town in the canadian wilderness

1,565 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

saw trap voice hello, jensen ackles. your spn prequel is at risk of cancellation due to low viewership. you know the only way to save the show is to renege on 12 years of homophobia and make destiel canon for the third time. if you refuse, the show will be cancelled and you’ll have to say goodbye to your best friend dean winchester forever. which will you choose, jensen: dean winchester alive but bisexual, or dean winchester straight but dead? misha collins will tweet about cas being a top every hour on the hour until you make your decision

3,728 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

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