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deancaskiss · 2 years

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dean doesn’t mean to startle cas as he walks into the motel room; beers in hand as he nudges the door closed with his foot. “got us some supplies so we could research here while sam works the other angle at the… what are you doing?” dean asks, catching the way cas is standing in front of the mirror with his shoulders tense and his back to dean. he can see the way cas perceptibly jumps at his voice, and the almost hidden way the aura around cas is quaking and shivering with some kind of pent-up emotion.

“nothing,” cas mumbles, still not turning towards dean. “I should go.”

and dean can see the moment cas makes up his mind; the moment cas starts to draw on his grace as he attempts to fly, but dean reaches out in a panic, his hand landing on cas’ shoulder. “don’t go,” he says, the words pulling painfully in his chest. vulnerable. god, dean hates that feeling. but he really didn’t want cas to go. he likes the angel’s company, maybe a little more than he should, but it’s not like anyone else needed to know that. and whatever it was that was bothering cas, maybe they could figure it out. together.

cas seems to take a large shaking breath at dean’s words, which is almost comical because dean knows for a fact that cas doesn’t need to breathe like a human does. when the angel turns around, dean can see the frustration burning up cas’ eyes, turning blue to a hazy silver, but he can also see the tie that is loosely draped around cas’ neck, exactly where it had been after the rather annoying tussle with the werewolves they’d faced an hour ago.

dean raises an eyebrow questioningly, unsure why cas hadn’t just fixed it already and moved on, when, oh. dean suddenly gets it. big bad castiel, angel of the lord and powerful being, didn’t know how to tie a tie. the thought is ridiculous and adorable, and dean couldn’t help the way it made his heart skip a beat in his chest. quirking his lips in a small smile, dean reaches out, watching ever-so-subtly out of the corner of his eye to see if cas rebuked his movement. but cas let him reach out, just like he always did. just like he only ever allowed from dean.

wrapping a hand around one end of the loose silk, dean tugged on it lightly. “can i?” dean asks, letting the fabric slide through his fingers before he loops it around his fist.

cas held his breath for a moment, before letting it out sharply through his nose and giving dean a single nod of approval. dean can’t help but offer the angel a smile as he reaches up with his other hand to reposition the tie. “blue tie. blue eyes. if i didn’t know any better, I’d say you like the color blue, baby,” dean teases softly, and oh shit, had he really just said that? dean froze, darting his eyes up to cas’ face, where he saw a faint tinge of red dart along cas’ cheekbones. mmmmm, maybe cas looked good in blush-colors too.

“dean.” the way cas said his name sent a shiver up dean’s spine, and it took everything in dean to force his attention back down to cas’ neck and not to linger against cas’ lips.

“it’s actually not too difficult when you get the hang of it,” dean says, steering the conversation away from the thoughts flittering around in his head. instead, he focuses on the feeling of his fingertips brushing against cas’ neck and down his chest as he begins the familiar motions. “cross over, loop under, and back over. wide end over, through the knot, and tighten,” dean murmurs, sliding the perfect knot of the tie into place against cas’ neck. when he finally glances up again, he catches the way cas is looking at him, and it makes dean want to push cas backwards against the wall and fit their mouths together. but he shouldn’t and he can’t.

cas looks down at the perfectly tied tie, and his tongue darts out across his lower lip before he’s glancing back at dean again. “show me again,” cas says; a statement, not a question, spoken in a hushed tone that sparks the air between them with electricity.

dean can’t stop the way his heart kicks violently against his chest, and he reaches out to tug lightly on the end of the tie. there’s an implication in cas’ words, in his tone; in the way cas is looking at dean now with a desire that has completely replaced the earlier frustration. and dean doesn’t know where the words come from, only knows the way he can’t stop looking at cas’ mouth and can’t stop thinking about the way cas’ gaze is lingering on his lips, too.

“I can show you how to untie it, too, you know.”

the words hover in between them, with dean’s hands tangled in cas’ tie and cas slowly leaning closer closer closer into dean’s space.

“yes.”

cas is the one who presses his lips to dean’s, and god, dean can’t help himself from thinking of all the ways he can use cas’ tie now that he can finally have this.

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johnsilvers · 2 years

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the old man and the sea (1952) // black sails (2014-2017)

#silverflint #james flint #john silver #black sails #flinthamilton #edits #if you saw me post this before no you didn't <3 #skdkdjjskd #deltracks #userda #userhani #sails.txt

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bestiarum · 2 years

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— i hope you can hear me

#nothing can inspire me the way they do. how does that work #also i hope it's ok to tag you guys i know i'm not active here that much anymore but you know how it is when destiel happens sakdhhl #userda #deltracks #donestiel #outdean #seraphcastiel #uservilma #spxcekya #strings of words

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tiarnanabhfainni · 2 years

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Burning Rubbish - Martina Evans

#spn #dean winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #something something setting your own life on fire #i need to stop using that one shot of john looking like azazel but it melts my brain #watch dean destroyer amv and You Will Understand #never put anything in a tracking tag before but here goes #deltracks #chapeldean #tiarna edits #catch me being annoying about this

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gentlemancowboy · 2 years

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For @emeraldcas’s Creator Celebration for the prompt “I can fix this,” and @floral-cas’s Spring Floralnatural Celebration for the prompt “garden.”

Read on ao3

It starts with a few small pots on the windowsill in the kitchen. Some limp looking parsley, a ficus with only one leaf, a calathea with an infestation of mealybugs. A sad little assortment of dilapidated plants that anyone else would take one look at and consider a lost cause.

But not Cas.

Dean tries to stop him the first few times it happens. They’re out at the grocery store, or paying a visit to Sam and Eileen, or driving past a yard sale, and Cas inevitably notices a discarded or neglected plant and makes it his mission to rescue it.

“You know,” Dean says after Cas comes home one day with an extremely large cactus with suspicious black fuzz on its side. “If you want plants, we can just go to the nursery and get some new ones.”

“No. It’s okay, Dean. I can fix this,” he says, and Dean doesn’t have it in his heart to tell him otherwise.

So he lets it be.

Soon, the windowsill isn’t big enough to house the hodgepodge of foliage that has found refuge under Cas’s care. They spill onto the floor of the kitchen. They sit along the fireplace mantle and on the little table in the entryway and on the bookshelves in the library. When Dean finds a couple of wilted pothos in the shower one morning, he figures enough is enough, and spends the next few weeks digging out a patch of earth in the backyard for a greenhouse. Dean may not fully understand Cas’s green thumb, but if Cas wants a garden, Dean is at least going to give him a proper one.

Despite Dean’s skepticism, the plants begin to mend. The pothos spring back to life in a matter of days. The ficus pushes out several new leaves by the start of summer. And the cactus—which Dean was sure was a biohazard—now stands happy and healthy in a bright corner of their living room.

“I gotta say, I’m surprised,” Dean says one Saturday morning, walking into the greenhouse where Cas has already been posted up for an hour, tending to a heart leaf philodendron. It’s become a new part of their daily routine for Dean to bring Cas his morning cup of coffee this way. When they both became morning people, Dean will never know. “I didn’t think that little guy would make it to next week.”

“It just needed someone to take care of it, that’s all,” Cas says, accepting the coffee from Dean and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Dean looks around the packed greenhouse. “Still don’t know why you go through all this effort, though. Why not make it easier on yourself and get some healthy plants for once? Why bother with these ones?”

Cas smiles down into his coffee before looking back up at Dean. Even after all these years, that look still makes Dean’s heart to skip a beat.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but—well, they remind me of you.”

Dean looks at a shriveled up aglaonema on the shelf next to him—because apparently Dean is now a goddamn botanist and knows the names of plants and shit—and frowns.

“Gee, Cas. You sure know how to make a guy feel special.”

Cas tracks his line of sight and lets out a small chuckle. He sets down his coffee and wraps his arms around Dean’s waist. Dean doesn’t look at him, but he does let himself melt into Cas’s arms just a bit.

“That’s not what I mean, Dean,” Cas says, giving him a light squeeze. “I mean, yes, I did rescue you from hell and rebuild your body atom by atom—”

“Yeah, yeah, show off. Do you have a point?”

“Dean.” Cas’s hand is now cradling his jaw, his thumb stroking his cheek. Dean sighs at the touch, leaning into it, before meeting Cas’s eye. “You’re not the plant in this metaphor. I am.”

“What, uh—what do you mean?”

“I have been a weathered and withered plant on more than one occasion. I lost my way more times than I can remember. You could have deemed me a lost cause. You could have thrown me out. But you never did. Even at my worst, you never gave up on me. And now, I look at my life and what it’s become and—well, it’s blossomed. And that’s all because of you.

“So, yes, I see a bit of myself in these plants. But more than anything, they remind me of how you must have seen me. And if you saw all that and still brought me back from the brink of oblivion, I can surely help a few little innocent plants do the same.”

And Dean doesn’t know how Cas does it, how he makes Dean feel more worthy than he’s ever thought possible. He surely doesn’t deserve it, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to prove that he does.

He kisses Cas, solid and deep, because he doesn’t know what to say, and when they break apart, Dean sees tears welling up in Cas’s eyes. Dean brushes them away before they can fall.

“Thank you for saving me,” Cas finally manages to say.

“We saved each other,” Dean says, and kisses him again.

#emeraldcas2k #springfloralnatural #spn #destiel #spn ficlet #destiel ficlet #my writing #useralison #gardenercas #angelscas #casblackfeathers #deltracks

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heartshapedcas · 2 years

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And if I can’t go home, I’ll build one in these bones

@spnpoetryrenaissance prompts: bodies & home

transcript under the cut

The body count started the moment I crashed into these bones

Wrapped myself around two lungs

and melted into muscles all the way down

to feet that have been carrying me ever since.

Always walking away

toward some higher altitude absolution

where I'll make myself worthy

of the eyes that once watched that little girl run through fields instead of fire

of the arms that sheltered her from nightmares

about monsters that look a little too much

like me.

Maybe I'll never stop striving to be better

but quietly, somewhere along the way,

forgiveness flooded the path

splashing up at me with every step

I can feel it seeping in

I thought if I could be useful

that goodness would follow

But what are healing hands

to legs that keep leaving?

What good is this body if it can't be held onto?

And when is a good time to tell you

That your hand on my shoulder

breath on my cheek

arms circled around me like a new kind of halo

helped me learn to make a home of myself

The way you pulled the love right out of my stolen chest

Gave me words and a place to come back to

Again and again

Until the heart and the home and the phrases were my own.

Now I'm sitting here in this beating heart

and I can hear a thousand others.

These ears weren't meant to know the melody of a prayer 20 miles away

Or the bumblebee buzzing in a garden two doors down

Just as these wings weren't meant to sway in a slowdance

Or fold around a child of my own

But I’ve settled into the entirety of me

whatever I was before, swallowed down

absorbed into the walls

and the door inside with a lock

and a key that fits only in my palm

#maddy.words #I am releasing this into the wild #imposter syndrome is SO real #sorry all my poems have the exact same vibe do u still think I'm hot #anyway. anyway #here! poem! all of u who have done like all the prompts for poetry month I am humbly kneeling before you HOW do u do that<3 #also not sure how I feel about the format? idk I'm overthinking #ok #maddy.stuff #spn poetry #spnpoetryrenaissance #castiel #ok tagging a couple mutuals tracking tags <3 #deltracks #userpiss #emeraldcas

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 2 years

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for day two of @myaimistrue ‘s celebration: demons

Despite how great things are here, at Sonny’s, Dean can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong. Sure, his dad wanted him to rot in jail, which meant that he never wanted to see Dean again, but Dean knows John Winchester, and he doesn’t quit. After all, he’s spent the past twelve years dragging Dean and Sam across the country in search of a monster he’ll never find.

Dean knows the real reason that his dad wanted to leave him here: it was so he didn’t have to own up. Instead of admitting that he’d left his sixteen and twelve-year-old in a moldy motel room for three weeks without any food money, driving Dean to stealing the peanut butter and bread so that Sam would stop trying to hide his crying from hunger, he pinned it on Dean. Dean was the failure, not John.

Dean knows that fundamentally, his dad had done the wrong thing, but it doesn’t stop shame from swirling in his belly when he tries to sleep at night, doesn’t stop him from being hesitant with friendships or carving sigils onto his bed or salting the perimeter.

(Doesn’t stop him from wondering when he won’t have a bed of his own anymore.)

And Dean’s right: John does come back, right when Dean’s actually starting to be happy, just like he always does. He always picks them up and dumps them somewhere new right when things are finally starting to get good, always telling them not to be sad (real men don’t cry, boys).

Dean doesn’t want to get back into that car, but he has to, because after a couple months at Sonny’s, he’s finally accepted the truth: in hunting his demons, his dad’s become one.

The next place he and Sam get left, Dean doesn’t even bother going to the high school.

#myaimistruecelebrates #deltracks #offbeatwrites #del I would apologize for not writing yesterday but you follow me on insta. you know exactly what I was doing yesterday #(and that I was Schwasted)#anyways sorry about this and like. Emotions and stuff #xoxo #as per always I am fantasizing about hitting John Winchester with a car <3 #tw abuse #also like. the timeline offers NO help on if bad boys happened before/after after school special because dean would have been 16 in both #(I think)#so just. enjoy the last line. don't pick at it too much. it's fanfic.

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myaimistrue · 2 years

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hi everyone! thought i’d let you know i’m (finally) starting a tracking tag!!!!!!!! i love supporting all the stuff people make on here and it feels like this is a great way to make that happen <3

you can use the tag #deltracks or you can @ me directly!

anyone and any medium of content is welcome :) i’d love see anything spn related, but if you have something in particular from another fandom you’re really excited about, feel free to tag me in that too! obviously no w*nc*st or anything along those lines.

shoot me an ask if you’ve got any questions!

#finally got around to this! i've been meaning to make a tracking tag for agesssss #deltracks #del's posts

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keepseedoodles · 2 years

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april 10th: angels 😇 in the style of Netflix’s Lucifer for myaimistrue’s content creator celebration

#myaimistruecelebrates #deltracks #happy birthday (:#supernatural #spn #spn fanart #angel garrison #castiel #i don't know how to draw him T__T #anna milton #uriel #fanart #digital drawing

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soldierpoetsinner · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Supernatural, Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Additional Tags: Sequel, Standalone, supernatural spinoff series, sam's only in here once, dean's here twice, The Winchester Gospels (Supernatural), you don't really have to watch supernatural first, it's just original characters in the supernatural universe, after the time of the winchesters, Sam and Dean are retired, Canon Compliant, trust me - Freeform, i hate 15x20 as much as you do but i want a chance at this being real canon, it fixes 15x20 tho, sam and dean are legends, sam and eileen are married, dean and cas are a thing but they're still figuring it out, sam winchester is tired, Dean Winchester is Tired, dean can't quite give up on his past, Dean Winchester Has PTSD, very gay Summary:

Nothing ever really ends, though, does it? After 15x20, they got Cas back, went hunting until they were fat and bald and chugging Viagra. Then they retired— Sam with Eileen and Dean with Cas. They locked up the bunker and that was that. But the monsters aren't all gone, not yet. There's work to be done, work for the next generation. Eight kids from Minnesota drive into a state park. Seven walk out, different people. Legends. Myths. The new family's business. A canon-compliant sequel to Supernatural that could absolutely be picked up and produced (looking at you, Jensen). It's very gay and very queer. Ace author probably won't write in any romances. Just found family cleaning up the mess the CW left behind.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #fix-it fic #sequel to spn #found family #new kiddos in the show #honestly the canon characters are hardly mentioned #sorry #original story #fanfic #ao3 #lgbtq #many poc #legends #Totally Natural #deltracks

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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it’s always easier to confess at night.

it starts when dean prays to cas for the first time. it’s pitch black outside, and somehow that helps. somehow that makes the words easier. because, shit, dean didn’t think this was going to be so difficult. that it would feel like admitting he had faith- had trust- in a being he didn’t even know he fully believed in. but cas was- and when had castiel suddenly become cas? dean didn’t know- different. cas was different. there was something about the angel that dean felt like his soul was reaching out for.

“cas, I need you.”

dean doesn’t realize how many of his confessions are spoken at night. how, over the years, he finds ways to tell cas all the important things, but only in the cover of the darkness. only when the depth of the dark acts as a blanket of reassurance to cover the bubbling nerves that are writhing underneath the surface. the next confession is over the phone, late one night as cas is driving and dean is at the bunker, head resting on the library table as his eyelids grew heavy.

“cas, come home.”

it wasn’t deliberate. or maybe it was. okay, yeah, it was. something about the dark made dean feel safe. the monsters they hunted crept through the inky blackness of the night, and somehow that’s where dean felt most like himself. felt like he could be whoever he wanted to be. it’s dark as he and cas finish cleaning up from the hunt; both of them circling around the impala together as their arms brush against each other and an electric spark of something unspoken darts between them. dean’s hand reaches out, reassured by the darkness of the night sky surrounding them. his fingers loop around cas’ wrist, pulling cas closer until the angel is sharing the same breath as him. until they’re pressed against each other and dean can just barely see the silver glow of cas’ grace glinting in his eyes. and dean wants it. wants it so badly it aches in his chest. the darkness fuels him with courage.

“kiss me, cas.”

in the darkness of their room, dean can feel cas’ fingers dancing over the skin of his hip as they lay together. dean closes his eyes, letting his head rest on cas’ chest. there’s something about this; something about the way the dark has always made him feel safe, but cas makes him feel safer. and now he has both. this confession dancing on his lips has been trapped in his chest for longer than he can even comprehend. reaching out, dean trusts his instincts to trace the outline of cas’ face in the dark. slowly, dean leans down and presses his lips against cas’; smiles as he feels cas’ hand on his hip tighten as the angel kisses him back. in the comfort of the dark, dean whispers his confession against cas’ mouth, until it sears its way into cas’ grace, his soul, his entire being.

“I love you, cas.”

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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hi y’all 🥺 I can’t believe I’m here celebrating such a huge milestone with you all (and this milestone includes my lucky number which makes it even more special) and I’m just so thankful and grateful to all y’all for all the love and support <3

I wanted to do something exciting for this milestone! along with some prompts that y’all can create for, I want to do something I’ve personally never done before to celebrate the creators in this fandom!

from now all the way until june 26th, please send me an ask (anons or with your url are welcome) with your favorite content creators in the fandom! I will post the ask to spread some love to these creators and then I’ll reblog 3 of their creations to signal boost some of their amazing work! I always love to see the talent and beautiful creations this fandom can make and can’t wait to highlight some gorgeous creators for all that they do!

for the creating part of the celebration: feel free to create any type of content you want (fics, gifs, edits, poetry, playlists, art, etc) inspired by the prompts listed below. when you post your creations, feel free to either tag me (@angelscas) or use the tag #angels6k. I absolutely cannot wait to celebrate with you all! <3

and now, onto the prompts:

june 24th - jonasbrothersnatural // lucky // secrets

june 25th - “kiss me” // “did you know I love you?” // “I think I want to marry you”

june 26th - late-night phone calls // missing pieces // photographs

as per usual, feel free to make destiel content or anything else supernatural related! please keep your creations suitable for minors, and no i*cest.

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bestiarum · 2 years

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#i have returned. after more than a year lmao #strings of words #i hope it's ok to still tag some people.#spnpoetryrenaissance #deltracks #icegifs #nuntox #chocolatecakecas #donestiel #seraphcastiel #usersila #rambleoncas #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #like okay. i've been gone for ages and haven't contributed to the fandom in even longer than that.#and only have been lurking around lately. but damn it i missed this ksdjhdsjf

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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dean calls cas angel all the time. but cas can tell there’s a difference in the way he says the word depending on the setting, and there’s something about the varying inflections dean can put on the word that leaves cas a lil speechless.

“c’mere angel,” dean hums, eyes blown wide with desire as he beckons cas closer before tugging on his tie to pull cas onto the bed.

“just because you’re an angel,” dean mutters under his breath as he’s moving the last traces of the fight with the vamps, shooting a look at cas that’s half annoyed and half impressed.

“knock it off, angel,” dean says, humor laced in his tone as he plucks the whisk from cas’ hand and shakes his head at cas’ attempt to mix the batter.

“hey angel,” dean murmurs softly as cas climbs into bed and dean wraps his arms around cas’ waist as he pulls him closer; kissing cas’ cheeks and eyebrows and then finally, his lips.

“has anyone seen my angel?” dean calls from the hallway and cas looks up from his book, smiling as he calls back to dean that he’s in the library.

“oh, it’s on, angel,” dean says, snagging the extra water gun from the porch as he chases cas around the garden.

“this one’s my angel, go get your own,” dean dares, sliding a hand possessively along cas’ back as he stakes his claim.

“I love you, angel,” dean whispers into cas’ ear, and cas can feel the confession wrapping around his Grace and setting his entire being racing with adoration.

okay, maybe dean calling him angel isn’t so bad after all.

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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the kiss had been an accident; a late night fumble of lips and hushed breath as the movie drew to a close. dean hadn’t meant to do it… or maybe he had. it was just too tempting, and cas was right there and dean just couldn’t resist.

it had been gentle and slow, just the brush of lips against each other as dean traced the shape of cas’ mouth and cas pushed closer towards dean.

and then cas had pulled back, startled, stuttering out some ridiculous excuse about checking on the laundry, and then he bolted from the room.

the moment left dean stunned; bringing his fingers to his lips in shock as he grazed over the place cas’ lips had touched just seconds before. the kiss had been so quick that it almost felt like it hadn’t even happened. and for a moment, dean thought he’d dreamed the whole thing, until he felt a shivering tingle across his lips; the same way he felt cas’ grace whenever the angel healed him.

oh.

the kiss was real.

it left dean feeling dazed and dizzy as he made his way back to his room. he thought the feeling would fade, but as he flopped down onto his bed he swore he could still taste cas on his lips. minutes ticked by, and that sensation of cas’ lips against his lingered; a taste of warm summer breeze and a hint of sweetness crackling with energy. it was addicting and dean was insatiable. he wanted more; wanted to chase cas’ mouth into another kiss and another, until all he could taste was cas.

when the thoughts felt like they were consuming dean, he stumbled out of his room in search of the angel. but he didn’t have to go far. cas was in the hallway right outside of dean’s room, leaning against the wall with an expression of longing etched into his face. when their eyes locked, dean reached out as cas leaned forward towards him.

“dean, i’m-” cas started to say.

“don’t pull away this time,” dean quickly said as he pulled cas closer.

“i won’t,” cas said, words ghosting against dean’s mouth as their lips slotted together in another kiss.

this time, it wasn’t just a hint of grace that dean could feel and taste on his lips, it was an overwhelming torrent and dean couldn’t get enough. as dean deepened the kiss, he felt cas’ arms slip around his neck and his grace sparked warmly against dean’s mouth. one kiss blended into two and then three, and when dean broke the kiss, absolutely breathless, cas was utterly beaming at him.

“you’re the one who pulled away,” cas pointed out a moment later, a smile on his face as he shared dean’s breath.

“whatcha gonna do about it?” dean said, wrapping a hand around cas’ tie and tugging him closer.

cas’ only response was to chase dean into another kiss.

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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Temptations and Sensations

for my mini birthday celebration, prompt: angel!cas <3

also posted on ao3. word count: 1309

It had started as a simple question; Dean’s curiosity getting the better of him as he let his mind wander to how Cas’ angel powers worked. They’d been cooking together, even though Cas rarely ate. The angel claimed he enjoyed spending time with Dean, and something in Dean’s chest had flip-flopped at the thought that Cas did things like this with him even though it had no benefit for Cas himself, merely because he enjoyed Dean’s company.

“What do sensations feel like?” Dean asked, sliding the bowl of mixed spices from Cas’ hands as he added them into the dish.

Cas cocked his head, gazing at Dean with scrunched eyebrows that made Dean want to reach out and feel them against the pads of his fingers. “What do you mean?”

Shaking his head to disrupt the stray thoughts of cupping Cas’ face and tracing each wrinkle and line of stubble, Dean cleared his throat. “I mean… to you. What do sensations feel like to you? How do you interpret taste? Or touch? Or smells?” he asked, motioning to the pan where a warm aroma of paprika and cayenne pepper floated up to infuse the air around them.

Shrugging, Cas gave Dean a puzzled look as if he were searching for the answers within the very fabric of space that separated at the counter. “Different than you do,” Cas said carefully, almost thoughtfully. “Not bad. Just different. We have words in Enochian that capture things similarly to how you feel sensations, but it’s not as visceral as human descriptions.”

“Does that mean you like things that have human sensations? Or are they disconcerting?”

Moving past Dean to pick up the vegetables, Cas let their hands brush as he handed them to Dean. “Sometimes it’s overwhelming. But when it’s something we share… it’s good.”

Pausing his stirring, Dean turned and gave Cas a small smile. “Tell me what you feel?”

Sliding a long slender finger along the rim of the bowl, Cas murmured several words in Enochian- sending a shiver down Dean’s spine- before tilting his head to smile softly at him. “Warmth. Luscious. Soulful.”

There was something about the words that had Dean’s breath catching in his lungs. Swallowing thickly, Dean asked, “Which part are you describing?”

“All of it,” Cas said, eyes flickering across Dean before darting away.

Oh God. Yeah, Dean was so screwed.

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The second time Dean inquired about sensations, they’d just stopped at a diner on the way home from a hunt the two of them had taken in Oklahoma.

It was late, the moon having replaced the sun hours ago; sending a cascade of silver light across Cas’ face until he was almost glowing in the seat next to Dean. It felt poetic, watching the ethereal energy that seeped from Cas as he quietly munched on the food they were sharing.

“What do you want?” Cas asked, gesturing to the food that was balanced in his lap. “Don’t want it going cold.”

Humming, Dean pointed at the wrapped burger, and when Cas handed it to him he unwrapped it against the steering wheel. He couldn’t stop himself from darting his gaze from the road over to Cas, watching as Cas ate like it was the most captivating sight he’d ever witnessed. And, yeah, it kinda was. Watching Cas experience tastes, blending Angelic thoughts with human sensations was something that left Dean dizzy.

"Can I have a-" Dean trailed off, watching from the driver's seat as Cas' plush lips wrapped around the straw dipped in the creamy milkshake. He swallowed thickly as Cas licked his lips absentmindedly to chase the taste of sweetness, flashing Dean a gummy smile as he tilted the cup towards Dean.

"Did you want a sip of this milkshake?" Cas asked.

Dean's mind had been focused on the fries a moment ago, but now he'd been sidetracked by Cas' mouth and the idea of tasting the Oreo milkshake on Cas' lips.

“What does it taste like?” Dean asked, noticing a little too late that his voice had dropped an octave and he desperately needed to clear his throat to shake off the hints of something more lingering beneath the surface.

Closing his eyes, Cas took another sip, a content expression settling across his face. “Light. Like the first peeks of sun in the morning.”

“Is that a good thing?” Dean asked, the comparison slightly obscure and yet completely Cas.

Nodding, Cas took another sip with a pleased smile. “I can catch a lingering hint of sweetness, too.”

There were a lot of things Dean wanted to say to that; most of them about Cas being the sweet one. Instead, he bit down on his tongue and held out his hand with a beckoning motion. “Well, now I’ve gotta try it to see what this first peek of sunshine tastes like.”

The milkshake was good, but something about knowing Cas’ lips had been wrapped around the straw was the real taste that Dean was chasing as he took another sip.

~

Slumping down the couch, Dean let his legs press against Cas’ side as the final scene came to a close and the credits began to roll. It was late, several beers and more popcorn than a human should eat making Dean feel content and carefree.

He blamed that feeling on the words he said as the movie ended. “What does touch feel like to you?” Dean asked.

“Depends what kind of touch,” Cas replied absentmindedly, balancing the empty bowl on the edge of the table as he picked up the remote.

“Like this,” Dean mumbled, pressing his feet against the warmth of Cas’ thigh.

Cas froze for a second, eyes flickering over to Dean before he said quietly, “That’s not fair.”

“Why not?”

Tilting his head, Cas gave him this unreadable expression that made Dean’s heart lurch in his chest. “Because it’s always different with you.”

“Different how?” Dean asked, pushing himself up against the cushions so he could analyze Cas’ face. Did Cas feel it too? This spark between them, indescribable and overwhelming to every sensation?

“Like it’s never enough,” Cas replied, glancing at Dean with a look that struck a chord deep in Dean’s chest.

He knew that feeling all the way to his soul. Deep and aching as he reached out across the space between them to pull Cas closer. “Longing. That’s what the sensation is.”

Cas opened his mouth, about to say something, but Dean shook his head, letting his hand reach up to trail fingertips across the warmth of Cas’ cheek. “What about this? What does this sensation feel like?” Dean murmured.

“Temptation,” Cas replied, eyes fluttering shut as if he couldn’t handle the simple touch.

Leaning in, Dean let his mouth ghost over Cas’, heart leaping against his ribs as he whispered, “What about now?”

Before he could let Cas reply, he pressed their lips together; a butterfly kiss, soft and tender, before he was pulling back, completely breathless.

Reaching out, Cas pulled Dean closer without opening his eyes. “Dean,” he said on an exhale, so softly it almost wasn’t a word.

“Look at me,” Dean said, waiting until Cas’ eyes opened before he kissed him again. Cas kissed him back, lips gentle yet delicious against his own as they moved against each other. “What do you feel now?

“Whole,” Cas said, quickly pressing their lips together again in a chaste kiss. Then another. And another. “Is that how it’s supposed to feel?”

Dean nodded, chasing Cas’ mouth until they were hovering on the brink of a kiss. “Yes, it’s-”

Cas didn’t let him finish before he was drawing him closer until they were tangled together. “New favorite sensation,” Cas said against Dean’s mouth.

Laughing, happy and giddy, Dean chased the enchanting sensation until he’d memorized the way Cas’ mouth tasted. Definitely his new favorite sensation, too.

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