how am I going? I’ve spent a week doing nothing but read Destiel fics and listening to Angel with a Shotgun on repeat, I’m clearly doing very well.
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me *has a new obsession*
hmm let's see if there's a destiel fanfic with this
(9 out of 10 times there is)
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last three seasons spn are crazy. its just dean being borderline suicidal while sam tries to fix it by basically dangling his keys at him and going : “dean look! cowboys!” “dean look! strip club!” “dean look! haunted action figure.”
Meanwhile castiel is like i see that dean is suicidal, this is clearly my fault so i will remedy this by dying.
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no but the thing is. they KISSED. on screen. it was a real scene, not deleted, not removed from a script, it HAPPENED in front of the world's eyes. and AND the actors are normal about it and the whole cast and crew is normal about it and it's not vague and it's IMPORTANT. no matter the rest of it and what came after it, it happened!!
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Here it is. Second submission for Suptober 2022 (October 13th) and also the second part of the series 'There For You'.
Please enjoy reading. 😉
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Last night Dean had had another nightmare. But instead of being alone, as he first believed, he didn't have to go through it alone. Around one o'clock in the morning Castiel had come to him. After the angel had let him explain, they had fallen asleep cuddled up close to each other. As much as he disliked motels, Dean still had to admit that he didn't have that privacy like he did here in the bunker. Sam was always there. Here Sam always ran a few rounds and got 'decent' breakfast, which gave Dean up to two hours to himself in the morning. Today Castiel was there too...
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Here are the stories:
Archive Of Our Own
Wattpad
fanfiction.net
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The first time Castiel heard the phrase to 'kiss something better' he thought it sounded like a ridiculous notion.
How could a kiss heal a wound? Kisses held no magic. No power.
But Castiel found the phrase drifting back to him while he looked at Dean, hissing with pain as he wiped blood away from his grazed skin.
(Dean insisted on wearing jeans with useless intentional rips on the knees, so it felt inevitable that he would eventually scuff the skin there.) (Castiel had even told him so.) (Dean had told him to stop being such a nag.)
Strange how Castiel knew that there were no mystical properties to a kiss, and yet now it was all he could think about. He could sink to his knees and place his lips directly over the wound, letting his grace knit the flesh below. Or... he could grab a fistful of Dean's flannel and crush his lips to Castiel's own, walking them backwards until they hit the wall, bodies lined up, grace pouring in through their joined lips to thread down Dean's body to the injury and-
"Hey, Cas? You okay there, buddy?" Dean said, snapping Castiel out of his thoughts. His lips pulled up into a playful grin that actively grew as Castiel huffed and narrowed his eyes. "Y'kinda giving me a look like you might smite me or eat me."
"Your jeans are impractical," Castiel snapped in a deep rumble. He prodded Dean in the forehead with two fingertips - felt his grace seal the injury instantly - and disappeared with a hard flap of wings.
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