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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 3 years

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happy birthday, dean winchester <3

"Cas?"

Dean knocks once and opens the door a little, only enough for him to stick his head through. At first sight, Cas is sitting at the edge of the bed, holding his phone. At second, he's smiling.

"Dean," Cas looks up, smile broadening. He's so beautiful. "Would you like to come —"

"Nah," Dean grins back. "Not right now. Heading to bed." He leans his head against the doorframe, and winks. "Kind of a long day."

It was Dean's birthday.

And the rest of the Winchesters had planned the hell out of it.

There'd been Winchester Supreme breakfasts (for everyone, which yes, meant that Sam had had a tiny aneurysm) a midday Scooby Doo marathon (venue: the Deancave) a party in the evening with balloons and actual birthday pie, and karaoke after dinner. Jack had gotten him one of those 3-in-1 boxed board games (Monopoly was the only thing on the cover he recognized), Sam and Eileen, a leather journal because "you can finally start writing your own story, chuck-free," and socks, and Cas had apparently been responsible for the (friggin' awesome) pie, and had then surprised even the other three with a ridiculously soft, green cardigan during gift giving.

Dean had not just gotten to spend time with all of his family — and he's talking Jody, Donna, the girls, Garth, Charlie, everyone — but actually gotten to see all of them hang out after so long, and be happy, and celebrate, under the same roof — it'd been so perfect, it feels like a dream even in hindsight.

There's really no way to describe it except as one of the best days of his life.

"I believe it was." Cas says, eyes twinkling. His eyes flit back to his phone, and Dean's follow — his breath hitching in his chest when he sees a picture of him in the pink, polka dotted birthday hat. (Garth's idea, though really, everyone's.)

Cas had been —

He'd been smiling at Dean.

"Yeah." Dean feels a little winded. "Awesome, though."

"Goodnight, Dean." Cas looks up again, wearing the same, happy smile. It does things to Dean, really.

Makes him feel the same kind of way Claire and Donna (and later, upon Claire's insistence and everyone else's cheering, Kaia) partnering up to sing a way too dramatic cover of Jingle Bells at him (in January) did. Or Eileen and Sam Night-Moves-ing him, giggly together on 'stage' in a way they'd definitely deny having been the next morning. It was the kind of feeling you get when you're really happy, and there's (finally, finally) no reasons not to be.

And all of it, reconjured by a single gummy smile.

It's sometimes kind of staggering how stupidly in love he is.

"'Night, Cas." Dean manages, a floaty feeling in his gut, and he closes the door. He stays right there, though, hands clenched into fists and breathing slow.

His head's a whirlwind of feelings, insides fluttering like they decided to pick up from the example of the butterflies that at this point, he's stopped trying to control around Cas.

It's like somehow, suddenly, he's been cut loose. All these years, all the repression — all the not-yet's, and he-can't's — all of it, it feels like it's fading. Cas makes him happy. Cas smiles at awful pictures of Dean, and then smiles up at the real Dean like he doesn't even have to hide it anymore (then why does Dean?) and bakes him pie, and saves his life, and buys him sweaters that match his eyes and proceeds to point it out — and makes him happier than he's ever been.

Cas is family, and Cas is home. And he's the love of Dean's life, and maybe he doesn't have to keep it in anymore — because he sure as hell can't.

Like he's floating on a cloud, and the chains binding him are rendered needless, and fall to the ground, it suddenly hits Dean.

Dean Winchester's free.

The enormity of it sinks, or tries to, as he licks his lips. Force of habit. There's still the faintest taste of sugar. And maybe he's just really drunk and can't tell, but there's really nothing holding him back anymore, is there?

(And it is his birthday, after all.)

Before he can second-guess himself — which usually happens right about now — he barges through the door again.

Cas is standing now, and his eyes widen when Dean scales the distance between them in a couple of fast, desperate steps. Puts a hand on his hip, the other cupping his face.

Tilts it up, and Dean's thumb trembles dangerously close to the corner of Cas's mouth.

What is he scared of?

It's Cas.

His voice is barely a whisper.

"Can I —"

Cas jerks his head in a stilted nod, and Dean closes the gap between the in a single movement, tilting his head the other way. Their lips meet, Dean's moist and Cas's soft, and Cas leans into it — leans into Dean, and oh, it's perfect — and Dean's other hand leaves Cas's waist to come up until he's holding Cas's face in both his hands, ignoring the tears pricking his eyes, as he squeezes his eyes closed and lets it fall, and kissing Cas harder.

It's years and years of buildup, but everything's worth it for the devastated sound Cas lets out when Dean pulls back, wide-eyed and gasping for breath, and Cas inadvertently chasing his lips even further into his personal space.

It's always been Cas.

"Dean." Cas breathes, chest heaving.

Only now does Dean notice his hands on Dean's waist, when a ghost of a touch sends a shiver up his spine.

He just kissed Cas.

"Hey, Cas." Dean bites his bottom lip, voice as shaken as his knees feel. Cas leans up a little, and Dean closes his eyes again when their foreheads touch. He can feel their breaths mingling, but it's the closeness that gets him. "It's my birthday today." He adds, something almost coy in his tone, for the sake of saying something, 'cause how can he not breathlessly ramble the silence away?

(Dean still can't believe he just kissed him, but hell, is he glad he did.)

"I love you." Cas returns.

"I'm pretty sure the saying goes, happy birthday." Dean tells him with a shit-eating grin, hooking his arms around Cas's neck. He's half expecting an eyeroll, more probably that patent reserved-for-Dean frown, but what he gets is another kiss. Less fleeting, less chaste.

Dean all but melts.

Always and forever, Cas.

"So be it." Cas mutters, looking up at Dean with a smile dancing in his eyes, but lips pursed. And it's about to be midnight again, so it's the last wish of Dean's entire forty second birthday when Cas says it.

"Happy birthday."

(Dean hears it loud and clear.)

"I love you."

#destiel #happy birthday dean winchester #(is there a tag we're trending on tumblr too or —)#dean winchester #castiel #tfw 2.0 #wayward sisters #destiel fluff #deancas #canon compliant #BUT FINALE DENIALING BECAUSE TO HELL WITH THAT #bluefirecas #rambleoncas #tearsofgrace #queenrowena #oh writing my writing #userpris #first kiss

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scarecrowandmrking · 4 years

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Rowena Killer Queen Tribute

Sharing the fan vid I made of Rowena from Supernatural. I think Killer Queen is a great song for her :) @brieflymaximumprincess @blakechaos08 @angel-e-v-a

#rowena #rowena spn #ruth connell #supernatural #spn #witch #witch aesthetic #killer queen #queen #spn fan #spn fandom #queenrowena

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tearsofgrace · 3 years

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the empty couldn’t hold castiel asleep for long. nothing had changed. dean was still the one thing he wanted... the one thing he couldn’t have

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deancaskiss · 3 years

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dean wanting to be affectionate with cas once they get together but not knowing exactly what cas likes. cas wanting to reach out and touch dean but not knowing what dean is comfortable with. dean locking their pinkie fingers together because ‘does cas actually want to hold hands???’ and cas tugging on dean’s sleeve because ‘can I just lean in and kiss him or does he want me to let him know first???’ they fumble and they’re awkward at first, but then dean presses a kiss to cas’ temple one night and the dam breaks. cas reaches out and takes dean’s hand in his, and dean uses their joined hands to tug cas into a proper kiss. “this is what we were missing,” cas murmurs against dean’s mouth. and dean smiles into the kiss and replies, “yeah, not missing anymore though” as he squeezes cas’ hand and kisses his angel again

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glowstickcas · 3 years

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6.19 mommy dearest

#destiel #spn #deancas #destieledit #spnedit #mine #queenrowenas #kashmircastiel #tuserari #userdorksinlove #click for better quailty 😔

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queen-rowenas · 3 years

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ok but consider this: dean having to teach an angel about road rage

it’s sometime in s5, they’re going down the highway, just the two of them, dean driving and cas sitting in the passenger seat. the original purpose of cas’s visit long forgotten as they discuss dean’s ranking of the best burger joints in oklahoma

when a car cuts them off, driving all over the road, and dean has to jerk the wheel to avoid getting bulldozed, a protective arm moving in front of the angel. he honks, he curses, he yells about what the hell was that and how they shouldn’t even be on the road, they’re gonna kill somebody

and cas is just sitting there, eyes narrowed, a deep frown on his face. the air crackles with electricity, and the music on the radio turns to static

dean only frowns for a second before flinging an arm to grab cas. hey, no, no, knock it off, man. cas frowns at him, but the air calms and no cars blow up

no smiting other cars, no matter how crazy they drive. dean sighs. this is not a conversation he expected to have when he got up this morning. if someone pisses you off, you just flip them a bird or something

dean, i don’t have a bird

dean tries to hide his smile, he fails. no you do it like this. wait til we pass ‘em

they eventually catch up to the car at a stoplight. and that’s how dean, more giddy than he’s been in weeks, teaches a very confused angel to flip off other cars

#destiel #deancas #destiel ficlet #supernatural #fic #mine*#okbut*#emmawrites*#userdorksinlove #usershey #queenrowenas #inacatastrophicmind

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sinnabonka · 3 years

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They stand like that for a while, just cherishing the little comfort they can find - a childless parent and a fatherless daughter - in arms of each other.

Fathers & Daughters

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art-aloud · 2 years

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Dean Winchester is saved 💚💙

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bbelatalbotarchive · 3 years

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SUPERNATURAL

↳ The Man Who Would Be King (6x20)

#spn #supernaturaledit #destiel #deancas #destieledit #deancasedit #dean winchester #deanwinchesteredit #castieledit #castiel #cas #dean #userpris #tusersia #spncreatorsdaily #queenrowenas #crowley #mine1

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twoheadedcas · 2 years

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isaiah 65

dean/cas, 4k, rated m, alt s6, mindwipenatural, heed the tags pls

(17) For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind.

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“Did you—did you wipe my fucking memories?"

Cas tilts his head, little worry lines scrunching between his furrowed brows.

"Of course I did, Dean." A pause. “Are you starting to remember? I was hoping it would stick.”

And oh God, Dean can’t help but hear an unsaid this time tacked onto the end of that sentence. He nods, afraid to open his mouth. “I—”

“Then you must remember doing this to Lisa and Ben. Right?”

Time stops.

“Don’t you remember?” Cas asks again. “We did it to Lisa and Ben, to protect them. We allowed them a chance at happiness. Is that not acceptable? Do you not deserve the same?"

"Yeah—but—but, it's different, you—you can't—" Dean sputters, cognitive abilities completely short-circuiting. He doesn’t even remember Lisa and Ben very well; he can see their faces if he tries, but it’s like looking underwater. The details are fuzzy, but he thinks he knows what happened, and it is not the same as whatever the hell it is that Cas did to him. It’s not.

"There’s no difference," Cas says. Insists. "You loved them, and you wanted them safe. I love you and want you safe. What's so wrong about that, Dean?"

And isn't that the question? What is so wrong about it? There's an unspoken accusation hidden in Cas's words, a woe unto ye hypocrites woven between each consonant and vowel. Why is it only wrong when I do it? When it's done to you? Why is it okay reversed?

Who made you God?

read the rest on ao3!

beloved taglist/mutuals under the cut (lmk if u would like to be added or removed!)

@deanpegged @fimmfstiel @rambleoncas @destieldisaster @doemons-blog @buzzbuzzbitches @butchnatural @dojacas @socialistcastiel @ilysmb @deanisbisexual @rosescas @faithroad @ayo-cowbelly

as always no obligation to rb or anything <3 thanks yall!!

#i lowkey feel bad abt tagging anyone in this one bc. well. it is a little wretched i will not lie #but i figured we're already angsting over the finale tn #might as well throw my sick n twisted hat in the ring #have some deranged godstiel to take ur mind off it #still not super confident that it all makes sense lol but i tried my best #my fic #rambleoncas #seraphcastiel #castiellesbian #offbeattraxx #thisisapaige #seffersonjtarship #userpris #cowboykait #queenrowenas #userkels #plantdadcas #playedwright

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 3 years

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this year, dean gets his first birthday card since 1992 (when sam turned nine). it's from jack — that much is obvious because it sort of apparates on the dining table when he's on his second slice of birthday pie (courtesy of cas and sam, bless their chickflick-saturated souls) in a little bit of a godly way. but the card in itself would also have been enough to trace back to its maker. 'happy birthday dean', in sentence case, and yellow sketchpen on the front page. inside, there's a drawing that is almost certainly him, driving the impala, hand rested on shotgun's seat. and he's driving towards a giant banner that says 'dean's happy birthday party' and a lot of stick figures. why he gets the privilege of non-stick limbs can only be explained by birthday privileges, he guesses. but there's one stick figure particularly tall, and one in a brown box that's probably supposed to be a trenchcoat, and one that's distinctly smaller than those two, but stood between them, with his stick-arms spread. that one's jack, if dean knows anything about the kid at all. and when he flips to the last page, there's an 'i love you' on an (artistically accurate) grilled cheese, one of jack's best works yet, and yes, that is the reason dean's sniffling. he's proud, is all. at the bottom of the last page are two hearts, individually housing the words 'from' and 'jack', and dean swallows, maybe just a little overwhelmed. sam notices it first because cas is on smite-stare at the coffeemaker duty, and realizes what's up when he scans the item in dean's hand. "you okay?" he mouths, smile small but happy, in complete contrast to cas's concentrated frown at the lazy machine, either trusting in dean's claims that those lessen the damn thing's inefficiency, or willing to go with it because he's a friggin' sap like that, and dean thinks his heart might just burst with how much he loves, and is grateful for his family. "yeah." he whispers back, blinking fast, shoving another spoonful into his mouth. "yeah, i really am."

#happy birthday dean winchester #one last time <3 #tfw 2.0 #jack kline #salmondean #destiel #tearsofgrace #rambleoncas #queenrowena #bluefirecas #userpris #oh writing my writing #won't tag the list in this just some tracking tags its too short abshdjsh

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crybabycastiell · 3 years

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I'll just...wait here then.

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casblackfeathers · 3 years

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Cockles + The Unicorn Laugh | DenverCon 2021 (x)

#spnedit #jensen ackles #misha collins #cockles #cocklesedit #spncastedit #spndenver #DenCon 2021 #creativecaviar #bluefirecas #fieryfrankie #queenrowenas #thehuskingbee #tuserari #userdee #userpris #usersourfox #woefulcas #my edit

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tearsofgrace · 3 years

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#never giffing early seasons again someone shoot me now in the mouth #destiel #gifs #mine #my gifs #userpris #fieryfrankie #scottstiles #userchelsea #usersully #queenrowenas #spncreatorsdaily #userannie #adorkabledean #userceci #usersila #bluefirecas #userdee

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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The end credits to The Santa Clause rolled over the screen, and Jack looked up from his mound of blankets on the floor and grinned sleepily. “Daddy, are you Santa?”

Cas smiled, scooping up the 4-year-old from the blankets. “No, sweetheart, I’m not Santa.”

“But you have magic powers, too,” Jack said, tucking his head into Cas’ shoulder.

“Shush, that’s our secret,” Dean said, wiggling out of the blanket Cas had wrapped around them so he could squeeze Jack’s foot.

“Papa, is Daddy Santa Claus?”

Dean laughed, pressing a kiss to Jack’s forehead. “No, he isn’t. But if you don’t go to bed then Santa won’t come and give you presents tonight.”

Jack squinted at Dean, an expression so similar to Cas that Dean’s heart momentarily stuttered to a stop in his chest. “Papa, are you Santa?”

Winking, Dean tickled Jack’s foot, waiting for the sounds of muffled laughter as Jack buried himself further into Cas’ shoulder. “Go to bed, Squirt.”

Turning around, Cas caught Dean by the waist and leaned in to sneak a quick kiss. “I’ll be back down as soon as I’ve got Jack to sleep.”

“Love you,” Dean replied, kissing Cas on the lips and kissing Jack on the tip of his nose.

“Don’t forget to leave some of the cookies for Santa,” Jack mumbled tiredly, pointing at the mostly empty tray of cookies they’d all been snacking from during the movie.

“I’ll do that right now. Good night Buddy.”

“Night night Papa,” Jack said around a yawn as Cas carried the toddler out of the room and up the stairs.

~

Twenty minutes later, Cas slipped back downstairs, only to see Dean had laid out a couple of eggnogs, some more popcorn, and had softly lit the fire. “I thought we could watch another movie before we put the presents out. What do you think?” Dean asked, stepping up behind Cas and wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist.

“That sounds perfect,” Cas replied, letting Dean press kisses to the back of his neck for a few moments before Cas turned in his arms and chased Dean’s mouth into a proper kiss. “Is everything ready for-?”

Dean nodded, winding a strand of Cas’ hair around his finger. “Presents are in the coat closet. And so is the outfit.”

Grinning, Cas pressed his smile against Dean’s lips. “You always like to do things 110%.”

“You know it, Sunshine,” Dean said, tugging Cas towards the couch where the opening title to The Holiday was waiting for them.

Anytime something romantic happened in the movie, Dean placed a little kiss on Cas’ face- kissing his eyebrows, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. By the time the movie was over, Dean had kissed every square inch of Cas’ face and Cas’ cheeks were glowing warmly; but whether that was from the kisses, the warmth of the fire, or the eggnog, Dean wasn’t sure.

“Come on, it’s time to be Santa,” Dean said, getting up from Cas’ warm embrace as the movie ended.

“I’ll clean up this while you get changed into the outfit,” Cas replied, picking up their empty glasses.

“Deal,” Dean agreed, squeezing Cas’ hand before pulling out the Santa costume from the coat closet. By the time Cas found him a few minutes later, Dean had finished his transformation into Santa.

“You know, that’s actually quite a convincing costume,” Cas whispered, hand reaching out to graze along the soft velvet jacket. “You look good. Really good.”

“Claire helped me put it together. She claimed it had to be as authentic as possible,” Dean said, grabbing Cas’ hand and bringing it up to his lips. “Whaddaya say? Wanna help me put out the presents?”

Beaming, Cas nodded and picked up the large bag of presents that they’d all spent days wrapping. Crouching down, the two of them spent the next ten minutes laying out the never-ending mound of presents underneath the tree.

“I think this is the last one,” Dean said, pulling out a blue and silver wrapped present with Cas’ name on it, written in Dean’s handwriting, as he placed it gently with the rest of the gifts.

“Can’t I open it now?” Cas teased, standing up and slipping the empty bag from Dean’s hand as Dean stood up.

“Nope,” Dean teased, but just as he was about to say something else, an idea came to mind. Guiding Cas backwards a couple of steps, Dean nudged the angel into the doorway of the living room. “But I can give you something else.” Darting his eyes up, he glanced at the mistletoe and then back down to Cas’ lips with a soft smile. “Kiss me.”

Cas beamed, arms slipping around Dean’s waist as he pulled him closer. “I thought you’d never ask, Santa,” Cas teased right back, pressing their lips together in a warm kiss that had them both gasping softly.

“Merry Christmas, Cas,” Dean murmured against Cas’ lips.

“Merry Christmas,” Cas replied, before Dean was chasing him into another kiss. And another. And another. Until Dean was completely wrapped up in the warmth and taste of his husband.

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Jack crept down the staircase, perching on the step which gave him the best vantage point of the living room. It was finally midnight. Santa was going to come, and Jack was going to see him. Then he’d know for sure who Santa really was.

Just as he hoped, Santa came into the room with a bag full of presents a few moments later. From Jack’s position on the stairs, the couch was blocking half of the tree. But he could definitely see Santa putting presents under the tree, and that’s all he’d wanted to see.

Jack had all the proof he needed. Santa was there. In their living room. He was real. Jack stood up, excited to go tell his Dads what he’d just seen. But the toddler froze as he saw his Daddy come into view.

Why was Daddy there? Wasn’t he supposed to be in bed with Papa?

Santa was guiding his Daddy backwards until they were standing in the doorway of the living room. Right underneath the mistletoe. They were talking quietly, but Jack couldn’t hear what they were whispering about. And then it happened so fast that Jack couldn’t believe it. Cas wrapped his arms around Santa’s waist, and then leaned forward to kiss him.

Daddy was kissing Santa Claus! Under the mistletoe!

Kissing!

Daddy was kissing Santa.

Oh. Oh. Jack just had to go and tell someone.

Tip-toeing back up the stairs, Jack rushed down the hall and opened the spare bedroom door. “Uncle Sam! Aunt Eileen! Wake up. I just saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus!” Jack cried, rushing towards the bed and jumping onto the mattress.

“You saw what?” Sam asked sleepily, as Eileen fumbled for the light.

“Daddy! Daddy was downstairs. And he was kissing Santa under the mistletoe!”

Eileen started to giggle, hand coming up to cover her mouth as Sam reached out and snagged Jack.

“They were kissing, huh?” Sam asked, burying a smile into Jack’s hair.

“Yes, Uncle Sam. Santa is real and he was kissing Daddy. Oh no. What about Papa? Daddy cheated on Papa with Santa Claus! We need to go tell Papa right now,” Jack said, starting to scramble on the bed.

But Sam stopped him, tucking the toddler between him and Eileen in the bed. Flashing Eileen a wink, they both wrapped an arm around Jack. “It’s not cheating if Papa is Santa though, right?” Sam asked, poking Jack in the ribs.

Jack scrunched his eyebrows for a second before his eyes lit up in excitement. “I knew it! Papa is Santa! Just like The Santa Clause. My papa is Santa!” Jack cheered happily.

“Shush, it’s a secret,” Sam said, giving Jack a boop on the nose.

“I will keep this secret forever,” Jack replied, dropping his head and snuggling up under the covers. His Papa was Santa. The coolest job in the world. Jack had the best Dads ever. His Daddy was an Angel. And his Papa was Santa.

For Day 20 of @metallicanatural and @starrynightdeancas (that’s me) B&B’s Holiday Advent Calendar Event

Watch A Classic Christmas Movie/Read A Classic Christmas Book // Mistletoe // “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”

Also a special gift for @tootiredmotel (happy birthday gen I love you!)

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glowstickcas · 3 years

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dean ➝ 3.10 dream a little dream of me

#dean #spn #dean winchester #deanedit #spnedit #supernatural #mine #userannak #queenrowenas #just a lil guy

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