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deancaskiss · 1 year

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for a long time, dean denies that there’s anything serious going on between him and cas. even if that’s what his heart yearns for. he tells himself over and over that cas just wants dean out of hunger, out of desire, because angels can’t fall in love… cas can’t fall in love.

but dean can’t stop himself from falling; it was too late from the very first touch, the very first rushed kiss. but it’s not serious. it’s not real….

until it is real.

until, one morning, cas comes into the kitchen, where sam and eileen and jack are all sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast as dean finishes making bacon. cas walks up behind dean and brushes a kiss across the back of dean’s neck, murmuring a soft, “hello dean.”

and when dean turns around, about to say good morning to cas even though he was startled by cas’ overt display of affection in front of everyone- an unspoken rule they’d never crossed before, that everything between them was for their eyes only- he realizes something monumental.

cas isn’t wearing his usual suit and trenchcoat. no. instead, he’s wearing dean’s led zeppelin tshirt that dean had been wearing yesterday- the one cas had thrown on the floor before they’d tumbled into bed between gasped breaths and desperate kisses- with one of dean’s hoodies tied around his waist.

before dean can say anything, cas leans in, pressing their lips together in a kiss; soft and tender, in a way cas has never kissed him before.

in the back of dean’s mind, he registers that this is the first time cas has ever worn something of his. the first time cas has walked around in dean’s clothes like they belong to him.

when dean breaks the kiss, cas has that beautiful soft smile on his face that makes dean feel weak in the knees. he knots his hand into the collar of cas shirt to steady himself… his tshirt that cas is wearing, and he utters in shock, “you’re wearing my clothes.”

cas laugh, rolling his eyes fondly as he says, “good morning to you too, dean.”

and that. that right there. that’s when dean realizes it is something serious. because when cas leans in again, and dean meets him halfway, the kiss is just as gentle and sweet as the last.

the kiss. cas wearing dean’s clothes. kissing right there in the kitchen at breakfast where their entire family is currently teasing them and loudly yelling about bets lost or won.

dean knows it now.

cas loves him, too.

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angelfishofthelord · 1 year

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-american teenager, ethel cain-

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thisisapaige · 2 years

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for suptober22 day 13: morning after

Dean wanted to blame the beer, but he only had one.

Dean wanted to blame the lack of beds, but there were two.

Dean wanted to blame the cold, but it was summer in the south.

He reached across the bed, running his fingers across the strong stubbed jaw of the one lying across from him. He couldn’t believe the night before, couldn’t believe they did that, and couldn’t believe he had no desire to run out of the motel room before the person woke up.

Not that the person could wake up. He didn’t sleep. He was an angel, after all. An angel whose bright blue eyes shone in the sunlight peeking from between the slats of the window blinds. An angel, naked except for the sheets pulled up to his waist, with his skin marked with memories of last night. He could heal it if he wanted, but instead, he kept the reminder of Dean.

Dean smiled. “Morning, Cas.”

Cas grabbed Dean and kissed him, pushing him down into the mattress and making sure that morning became good, became great, became grand.

Dean didn’t have anything to blame for this. He should thank everything that made it happen.

#suptober22 #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #spncreatorsdaily #feathersforcas #deancaskiss #i'm feeling soft this fine thursday evening #double drable #it's 200 words because that makes me happy :)#enjoy!#writing paige

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mybrainproblems · 1 year

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okay so. canon divergent AU of 06x02 two and a half men where dean decides that fuck this he is not handing over a defenseless baby to his shady hunter relatives who clearly have some unknown ulterior motive and rancid vibes.

so dean just. peaces out with bobby jr (the 'john' gets dropped real quick) and retires from hunting. finds a small city somewhere in the midwest (i volunteer actual sioux falls bc it's a cool little midwestern city) and he doesn't love being in a city at first but it gives him and his shapeshifter baby a little bit more anonymity than a small town, but is still near-ish to bobby (who lives somewhere outside of either oacoma or deadwood).

lisa isn't really up for another kid so they have an amicable breakup and he goes to live out his single dad life. cas starts to pop in every so often and ends up really liking bobby jr. and is surprisingly good with kids so he just... keeps coming over more! and dean spends most of s6 trying not to get dragged back into hunting but it's hard when there's so much happening and he keeps trying to justify cas' shady behavior to everyone bc he's so good with bobby jr! how could he be a bad angel person?!

basically you have a season that splits between the actual plot of s6 minus dean and then dean being a single dad and cas kinda-sorta co-parenting. and cas wants to abandon the heaven civil war and tell crowley to get fucked so bad. but he can't! bc he has to protect dean and bobby jr!! so 06x20 tmwwbk hits even worse bc it's not just that dean feels betrayed by cas, it's dean and his son who cas was what? playing house with him while in bed with crowley?

anyway. thoughts thoughts thoughts! need to rewatch s6 to really get a proper handle on how it all goes but. i am compelled by this possibility.

#bobby jr the only valid jr in spn #destiel #spn #mbp writes #fic idea #feathersforcas

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hauntedpearl · 2 years

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Lael's (inspired by @skepticalfrog's fic)

like most people, my relationship with God and religion isn't all that... straightforward. like most people I'm always trying to unentangle my own faith in the universe and people and everything from what I was taught to believe in growing up. i don't know if there's a God. i don't know that it matters. but i do feel like the world would be a better place if we believed that God was an old Guatemalan man who runs a diner in Kansas. that He is in the impressions of kindness in this world, wherever they may be. isn't that kind of the whole point of it, anyway?

#couldn't stop thinking about LAEL SINCE I READ THAT FIC? MY BRAIN JUST WOULDN'T STOP GETTING THE ZOOMIES SO HERE #proem? kind of???? idk it's writing kf some kind #this is a rough draft tho i wrote it in like ten minutes please be kind 😭🙏🏾#doe's writing #spn poetry #but also. GENERAL POETRY AGSCHSJSKS #idk man idek how to tag this help 😭😭😭#the cheapest room in the house #the thing is. god is people. that's it that's what im getting at. idk if it came across tho 🤡☠️#feathersforcas #ID in alt!

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birbgalaxy · 2 years

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back to my spn roots (rainbow wings)

#spn #castiel #cannot tell you how awkward it was drawing this in a busy laundromat at 2am #feathersforcas #birb drew a thing

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castiel · 2 years

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drabble day 4: memories

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

for most people, the memory of their significant other saying those three little words for the first time, is a good one.

but not for dean.

“we’re all out of cereal and milk so jack and i are going to pick some up. love you.”

dean’s heart dropped in his chest and he stumbled to where cas was leaning in the doorway, throwing his arms around him and burying his face into cas’s shoulder.

“you’re coming back.”

it wasn’t a question but cas answered anyways.

“of course, dean.” he pulled away a slightly to cup dean’s cheek. “… are you sure you don’t want me to remove the memory?”

dean leaned into cas’s touch and looked back and forth between his eyes. they’d already lost so much.

he shook his head. “i don’t want to lose another second with you.”

cas kissed him softly. “then you won’t. do you want to come with us to the store?”

dean smiled through his tears.

“i’d love to.”

#destiel fic #deancas fic #dreamydrabble #klinejack #deanncastiel #feathersforcas #jenn writes #jennmishwrites #set post series obvs #sorry for the sadder one but it’s still soft!!!💖#my poor baby is traumatized that ‘i love you’ means goodbye for good

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misha-fucker · 2 years

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sweetheart (condescending) || ao3

It starts when Dean and Cas are bickering about a case, trying to figure out what the fuck was killing all these people. The only clue they have is the blood was completely drained from the victims’ bodies through an IV and there were at least two of them working together.

They had been arguing over whether it was a group of vampires (Dean’s theory) or vetalas (Cas’ theory) for the past hour at a local diner.

"Okay sweetheart," Dean says, sarcasm dripping with each syllable. "I guess we'll see soon. There they go." He points to a shady group he recognizes from the CCTV footage.

Cas shoots him a withering glare as they slide out of the booth. Dean pulls out his wallet and drops a couple bills on the table, and when he looks up, Cas is already out the door, dramatically flinging the door open.

#creativecaviar #user4x01 #becauseofthebowties #angelscas #feathersforcas #archervale #jennmish #thisisapaige #destiel #destiel fic #d.writes

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birbs-in-space · 2 years

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i'm not very sure how to promo fics, but to everyone who was interested in the gardener dean stuff, i ended up writing a fic about it for a friend of mine! it's all very silly and slice-of-life and if you enjoyed that, you might enjoy this!

greener, still || 9128 words || -> [AO3] <-

In the end, Dean takes up gardening, Cas takes up hoyas, and Jack starts to find his place in the world.

#i even made little dividers for it jgfisdjgif there's one of them #i don't normally do this for my own fics but i wanted to have a way to show the passage of time without actually like. saying it gfjisjgif #i'm so scared of this self promo thing normally i just release stuff into ao3 and hope for the best lmaoo #my spn stuff #new post #spn #feathersforcas #i hope it's ok that i'm tagging you renu since you seemed interested in my posting jsidjgfisd

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angelcaswinchester · 2 years

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hi y’all, just wanted to update my backup blog a lil! new url and new theme <3

🎆 fireworksdeancas >>> bumblebeedeancas 🐝

#bex talks #hi y’all this is bex jasmine’s backup blog #just a lil spring cleaning #a new floral spring theme to match my main blog #I hope y’all like it #I’ll still stop by on here every now and then #this blog is my backup in case anything happens to my main or if I ever hit post limit #signal boosts appreciated #becauseofthebowties #tuserpris #emeraldcas #scottstiles #spxcekya #userjactingjoices #useralison #archervale #deanncastiel #feathersforcas #userda

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samsrowena · 5 months

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↳ holiday GIFt requests ✧ deandonna 🎁 (for @vernerpantonwave)

↓ tag list (asked to be added/removed!)

@passengerseatcas @waldrea @canadiandutchiefangirl @loveofastarvingdog @raytoroinmybackpack @saintedcastiel @universalcas @magdaclaire @my-people-skills-are-rusty @here-for-thee-gay-shit @wartyfrogfish @carveredlund @johnwatersbongwater @bloodydeanwinchester @deanabean @spiritmunie @petrichoravellichor @amaranthhiding @angelsdean @castiellesbian @thigholstercas @cosmosinfinity23 @hammyletto @rainsongdean @the-randomest-ofthe-fandomest @toobusytobebored @freakwiththeknifecollection @fangirlxwritesx67 @huntressandlioness1 @vwwingsandthings @thisisapaige @k-slla

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deancaskiss · 17 days

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loving on island time

Kiss #24 - Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Birthday Prompts: Country music, lover, beach kiss, purple, “Will you accept this rose?”, Dr. Sexy, sharks

Summary: Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug, set it on the bedside table, and placed a kiss against Dean’s temple. 'Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’

Word Count: 2,015 (continued under the read more). Also posted on ao3.

It had been an idea created out of something unexpected, sparked by Dean pointing out a piña colada at a bar, saying, “Not as fun without the umbrella in it.”

Cas cocked his head, stirring his own drink with a straw. “Where did you get a drink with an umbrella in it?”

Humming, Dean took a sip of his beer and his lip curled up into a half-smile. “I haven’t. It’s just the cliché beach drink in all the movies,” Dean chuckled. He changed the subject after that, directing Cas’ attention to the menu, and how Cas’ reflection in the condensation of the glass made him look even more devastatingly handsome. A fact that was ridiculously untrue yet made Cas fall even more in love with his husband.

No matter where Dean steered the conversation during their date night, though, Cas couldn’t stop thinking about Dean’s earlier answer about the tropical drinks with umbrellas in them. And now the seed had been planted and an idea was percolating in Cas’ mind.

A week later, Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug and set it on the bedside table. He placed a kiss against Dean’s temple before making his way back to the kitchen to get his tea. By the time he made it back to their bedroom, Dean had his back pressed to the headboard of the bed with an old rerun of Dr. Sexy playing quietly on the TV. The note was in his hand.

“What is this?” Dean asked, gesturing at Cas with the note.

Cas quirked a smile at Dean and shrugged his shoulders. “An anniversary gift?”

Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas in response. “Our anniversary was almost 2 months ago.”

Cas sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand settling on Dean’s thigh. “Okay, just a regular gift. But someone once told me you accept gifts when they’re given to you.”

“Must’ve been a wise person.”

Cas smiled warmly at Dean. “For once, let me take you somewhere.”

Dean leaned into Cas’ space, brushing his lips against Cas’. “You’re not going to tell me where you’re taking me, are you?”

Shaking his head, Cas murmured, “My lips are sealed.”

“Does that mean no more kisses?” Dean asked.

Closing the gap, Cas pressed his mouth against Dean’s softly. “I’ll make an exception for kisses.”

The note fluttered to the ground as Cas let Dean pull him down, down, down onto the mattress.

‘Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’

Cas made sure they took his pickup for the roadtrip and insisted he do all the driving to ensure it remained a surprise.

Anytime Dean picked up a map, trying to plot points to see what roads Cas was taking, Cas leaned over and tugged the map from Dean’s hands. “Nice try, Dean.”

After that, Cas made sure to change up the roads he was taking so that Dean couldn’t extrapolate anything from the route they were taking.

They alternated playing classic rock music and country music. Cas liked it because he knew Dean pretended he didn’t want to listen to country music, then he’d catch Dean tapping his along to the music against the window as they drove.

They spent days on the road, and somehow it felt like every other road trip Cas had done with Dean, and yet completely different. This was just them and the open road. Cas driving Dean instead of Dean driving Cas. Something old and something new all at once. And looking over at Dean as the sunlight lit up his face through the window, so beautiful and breathtaking, Cas never wanted this road trip to end.

The way Dean reacts when he gets his first glimpse of the beach is nothing short of stunning. A soft gasp, followed by a surprised chuckle, and then a grin spreading across his lips as his hand finds Cas’ thigh and squeezes so fondly it makes Cas’ heart ache.

“You’re kidding me? Is that–?”

Cas nodded, tilting his head to offer Dean a warm smile. “Is this okay?”

Dean met Cas’ gaze and replied, “If you weren’t driving right now, I’d kiss you senseless.”

“I can pull over if you’d prefer?” Cas asked.

The laugh that slipped from Dean’s lips filled the truck. “Just drive. I’ll kiss you on the beach.”

Twenty minutes later, Cas stood where the sand met the concrete of the pathway. His eyes were on Dean.

Dean. Who had his feet in the sand. Even from a hundred feet away, Cas could see the way Dean’s head was tipped back with his eyes closed, sun bathing his skin in golden gleams.

Serenity.

It was written in the downward slope of Dean’s shoulders and the way his lips tilted up.

So beautiful that Cas was captivated.

A throat cleared, and Cas tore his eyes away from Dean. “You said you wanted umbrellas in your drinks, right?”

“Yes, two umbrellas…” Cas trailed off, his gaze moving to something on the counter at the back of the bar. “Could I have one of those too, please?”

The bartender offered Cas a knowing smile and nodded his head towards Dean. “Trying to make an impression, huh?”

Letting his eyes wander back to Dean, Cas shook his head. “I’m already his lover,” Cas replied, his wedding ring glinting in the sun as he picked up the drinks that the bartender had completed.

By the time Cas had stepped up next to Dean with the drinks, the sun was starting to dip beyond the horizon; a purple dye stained the sky and the water below.

“Hey handsome,” Dean said, turning his gaze from the waves on the shore to Cas.

The look in Dean’s eyes took Cas’ breath away.

“What’s that?” Dean asked, gesturing to the drinks. There was a crinkle in the creases by Dean’s eyes as he smiled at Cas, and Cas ached to press his lips against those lines.

Shaking the thought from his head, Cas gently offered the drink with the splash of color to Dean. “Will you accept this rose?”

Dean’s eyes flickered from the rose perched against the rim of the drink, to the matching red umbrella in the center of the drink, to Cas, and then back to the rose. “Castiel Winchester, you really are something,” Dean murmured, plucking the rose from the drink and twisting the stem back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

“Is that a yes?”

In a deliberately slow motion, Dean plucked the drink from Cas’ hand and crouched to wedge both drinks into the sand. Then, he stood up and stepped into Cas’ space. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’ neck, and Cas immediately leaned into the touch. “The answer is always yes. To marrying you. To being your husband. To the rose. Yes, Cas.”

A moment passed between them, Dean staring into Cas’ eyes, and Cas reaching out with his Grace to feel the warmth of Dean’s soul. And then they were kissing.

Cas let out a hushed breath as his lips traced the curve of Dean’s mouth. The taste of salt air transferred from Dean to Cas, and it sent a shiver down Cas’ spine.

It was so easy to get lost in the way Dean licked his way into Cas’ mouth. The way Dean let out these stuttered little gasps against Cas’ lips that melted into the kiss.

Settling his hands on Dean’s hips, Cas rucked up the corner of Dean’s shirt, letting his fingers graze against Dean’s skin.

Dean let out another quiet groan, his hands moving up into Cas’ hair, instinctively pulling the angel closer as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues grazed against each other, and Cas chased that intimate touch again and again.

When Dean kissed him like this, hurried and desperate as if he couldn’t bear to spend a second not kissing Cas, it felt like Cas was drawing from a live wire every time their mouths brushed against each other. Intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.

It was Dean who pulled back from the kiss, shaking as he drew in a deep breath.

But that wasn’t enough for Cas. He needed more. Needed to let everything that Dean was consume every molecule of his being.

With one hand on Dean’s waist, Cas mimicked Dean’s earlier touch by sliding his other hand into the hair at the back of Dean’s neck, bringing Dean back into the kiss. And Dean went willingly, his fingers tugging at the strands of Cas’ hair as he teasingly traced his tongue over Cas’ bottom lip.

Cas opened his mouth, letting Dean lick his way across Cas’ tongue and the roof of his mouth as he focused on the way their lips fit perfectly together.

Each time they broke apart for a breath, they dove back in, trading deep kisses back and forth as if it were their air supply. The sand beneath their feet, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the wind whipping around their bodies. It all faded into the background as Cas chased the taste of his husband’s lips.

Finally, Cas eased back from the kiss, nudging his nose against Dean’s before pressing their foreheads together. They were both puffing quick fast breaths against each other’s cheeks.

It didn’t matter that Cas didn’t need to breathe to live, Dean still had the ability to steal all their air from Cas’ lungs.

Dean let out a breathless laugh, tracing his fingertips across Cas’ neck and down to his shoulder blades. “God, I love you.”

A flush creeped up Cas’ cheeks and he dropped his forehead to Dean’s shoulder. He peeked out across the water, realizing there were stars glimmering above their heads and the moon had replaced the sun. They’d spent far too long and yet not long enough kissing on the beach.

“Our drinks have melted,” Cas mumbled against the crook of Dean’s neck.

“Looks like we need more then,” Dean said, and even without seeing Dean’s face, Cas knew that he was grinning.

Dean pulled back, his hand sliding down Cas’ arm and entangling their fingers together as he started to guide them away from the ocean and back towards the beach bar. They’d only walked a few steps when Dean stopped their movement. “Oh, wait, I forgot. Found this washed up on the beach and thought you’d like it for your collection.”

When Dean reached into his pocket he pulled out a black fossilized shark tooth and placed it into Cas’ hand. Cas turned the tooth over in his palm several times. It was beautiful; smooth and shiny and perfectly preserved. “Thank you,” he murmured, running his thumb across the edge of the tooth before tucking it into his own pocket for safe keeping.

As they started walking again, their hands linked, Cas nodded his head up to the bar. “The bartender saw me staring at you when you were watching the waves earlier. He thought I was trying to flirt with you by buying you a drink.”

Dean laughed again, bringing Cas’ hand up to his lips so he could place a kiss against Cas’ knuckles. “And here I was thinking it was me trying to flirt with you all those years ago.”

Humming, Cas turned his gaze towards Dean, “And yet, it was me who kissed you first.”

Dean pulled them to a stop just short of the bar. “Hang on, I kissed you first when I rescued you from the Empty.”

Cas felt a laugh bubble up from his chest. “Fine, I’ll give you that one. But I was the one to propose to you.”

“Only because you beat me to it by one day,” Dean said as they both sat down at the bar, their hands still linked together.

“Gotta be quicker than that, Winchester,” Cas teased.

Dean leaned over and pressed a kiss to Cas’ cheek. “Two can play at that game,” Dean murmured against Cas’ jaw. Turning his attention to the bartender, Dean said, “Two piña coladas with umbrellas in them for my husband and I.”

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angelfishofthelord · 1 year

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-sun bleached flies, ethel cain-

#my spn gifs #feathersforcas #thisisapaige #userda #tusersana #tusergen #userbon #spxcekya #userjeb #universalcas #blueecp #usertabitha #meltingtracks #usermoogs #becauseofthebowties #justcastiel #greatcometcas #ethel cain

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thisisapaige · 2 years

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for suptober22 day 16: red

Cas pushed Dean against the concrete wall in the alley. The neon lights of the motel sign overhead, old and buzzing, flashed red. It was like a warning, a siren, a call for Dean to run away. Dean didn’t run. The passionate fire in Cas’s eyes fascinated Dean. He wanted to see if the flame would destroy him.

It was dangerous to let a powerful angel manhandle him like that. Cas could disintegrate him with a thought and a flare of holy light. Despite that, Dean was pliant, turned to putty, and let Cas do what he wanted. The danged excited Dean. It made him feel something. He hadn’t felt something like this since Hell.

Cas was yelling, shouting, his powerful booming voice echoing down the empty backstreet. The vibrations of it made Dean shiver, not unpleasantly, down to his core. Cas’s hands were hard and harsh on Dean’s shoulders. It could bruise him. It could mark him. Dean hoped it would. That way, he’d know Cas cared.

And Cas’s lips were close, so close. Dean stared at them, at how they moved, at how they were dry, and at how they would feel to touch.

Well, he was a dead man walking. Why shouldn’t he find out?

Cas cut off mid-sentence with a startled choking noise when Dean pressed their lips together. At first, Cas was hard and unyielding, but then Dean was shoved up against the wall by Cas’s big, strong body, and Cas was kissing him. Cas was kissing him with an open mouth and eager tongue which was quick to learn what Dean liked. Cas was still pissed, still seething, but he directed those feelings into dragging his teeth across Dean’s lower lip, into gripping Dean’s hips and holding him close, into keeping Dean in place with the force of his fury.

Dean grabbed the back of Cas’s neck and pulled him closer. It would burn them, would consume them both in a sea of red until nothing was left of them but blackened ash. Dean was ready.

A breeze cooled Dean, and he wasn’t in the alleyway anymore. He was standing in Bobby's house, both his brother and surrogate father figure staring at their sudden arrivals with dropped jaws.

“What the hell happened to him?” Sam asked.

“Me,” Cas growled.

#suptober22 #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #spncreatorsdaily #feathersforcas #deancaskiss #spn 5x18 #ever think about them angrily making out in the alley scene in point of no return... i do #enjoy!#writing paige

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