(photo is not mine obvs, but I couldn’t find the original source so if anyone knows it and can link me that’d be nice.)
When Cas gets this contemplative look on his face at the tattoo parlor where they get him his anti-possession tattoo Dean doesn’t make much of it. He just tells Cas to hurry up when he pauses to whisper something to the tatoo artist, gesturing as the other man nods back. He starts to notice when Cas withdraws into their room for hours at a time in the next few days with a sketchbook and pencil in hand. When asked, Cas just gives him a small smile and says he’ll see soon enough.
A few more days pass before Cas finds him in living room and gently places the sketchbook on the table before him. It’s flipped open and Dean’s vision is filled with wings. Sketches upon sketch of wings, some rough some detailed, and near the bottom, on drawings of backs.
“They’re beautiful, Cas.” Dean murmurs, a little confused and looks up to see Cas beaming at him, eyes shining with an excitement he hasn’t seen in Cas since he became human. Maybe even longer.
“I want them. I talked to the man who tattooed the anti-possession sigil on my chest and he said he could do wings too. I-I mostly drew them from memory, from how I remember them manifested before… and I took some qualities from my true wings and added those too. Will you take me?”
Dean pauses for a second, not in hesitation but because he can’t stop staring at the change in Cas’s face, how excited he seems. And the decision is nothing, simple really. “Of course, Cas. If that’s what you want.” Dean smiles back at him, reaching over to give his hand a quick squeeze.
Cas nods, that light still in his eyes. “I do. They can’t compare to my d wings of course but I want to honor them, and to keep them in my memory I suppose. This seemed like an apt way.”
They go in the next day, hand in hand because Dean notices somewhere along the way how much Cas’s hands are shaking and that the excitement has been replaced with a jittery nervousness that he can almost feel rolling off Cas. “Hey, don’t worry, babe. You’ll be fine, hm?” Dean whispers when he feels Cas clutch his hand tighter as they walk in.
He keeps a hold on Cas’s hand through it, whispering little encouragements to him.
And after, when they’re shown into a room with wall to wall mirrors so Cas can see the result and he breaks down crying at first sight, he holds Cas against him and tells him how beautiful they are, how beautiful he is. Cas just buries his face against Dean’s chest and sobs but Dean thinks they’ll be alright because this is so different than all the other times he’s held a crying Cas in his arms this past year. Because when he pulls Cas’s face up to press a gentle kiss against his lips, he can feel the curve of his smile.
“Dean, I can’t feel my wings anymore.”
“It’s gonna be okay. I’m here. I got you.”
As soon as Dean saw Castiel Novak, he knew he had to have him.
Castiel was standing at the side of the hall, hugging the wall, looking out of place and very beautiful. Dean liked checking out the new talent. It was always worth it to get in early and have a look at the new intake. That way Dean got the pick of them before anyone else and this time he’d picked Castiel. He made a beeline straight for him.
“Hey,” he said, leaning against the wall next to Castiel, smiling at the younger man. “I’m Dean Winchester, I’m studying engineering. Need someone to show you around?”
“Castiel Novak, history,” Castiel said, shifting his books so he could offer Dean a hand to shake. “I’d like that.”
Hey darling! I wanted to cheer you up and this unedited mess is designed to do so. I love you qrl <3
Sloopy’s. Of all the places they could have met, it had to be the grody campus diner. Dean supposes there are worse options, though. It’s better than telling his mother that he stumbled into Cas during a bar crawl on High Street, or befriended him when he used his dorm room to hide from some nosy RAs (and Dean’s still not sure how Gabe managed to win Kali over after that one). It probably doesn’t match Sam’s rom-com level cuteness of meeting Jess when he sat down in the wrong comparative studies class and was too embarrassed to leave, but at least Dean’s still got his dignity.
Or at least the vast majority of his dignity. Working as a student employee is guaranteed to be soul-crushing, but there’s something about catering snobby black-tie events at the Ohio Union that requires a whole new level of tongue-in-cheek restraint. Greek Week had made the past few days especially unbearable, and it was the gods smiling upon him when he got off relatively early for a Thursday night. Well, technically it was the cute new hire who polished all the silverware when she got bored, effectively doing his last job of the night for him, who was smiling upon him, but either way, Dean’s feeling a little happier. Tired, but happier.
A Supernatural Fanfic
Pairing: Destiel (Dean Winchester/Castiel)
Spoilers: None, really. Set present day in the series, but no major plot points.
Summary: After dinner one night, Cas has a surprise for Dean: a pie he bought on the supply run earlier that day. Dean is, of course, extremely grateful and entirely unafraid of showing it.
Dean shifted the dishes in the sink, his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he dug deep into the soapy water. This was the one downside to living in a bunker built fifty years ago – no dishwasher. The Men of Letters must have missed the memo on that one.
Dean sighed, scrubbing one plate and putting it aside. It was his turn after dinner tonight, and he had been procrastinating on it. They had been having a good time anyway – Sam feeling healthy enough to sit at the table and laugh at Dean’s stupid jokes, Cas looking as confused as ever at the pop culture references. Dude really needs to watch Star Wars, Dean though to himself, already forming plans.
“I got you something.”
okay this has been sitting in my drafts forever and i’m tired of looking at it. idk how to make it better and it’s already like 6 pages so take it away from meee.
- orgasm denial, rimming, comeplay, deep-throating, bottom!dean… stuff.
cas burying himself in dean’s arms at night: curling into his chest and nuzzling the skin of his neck until he’s utterly overwhelmed by dean’s presence
for Maddie’s flower crown AU.
“I am not asking you to wear a flower crown, Dean.” Cas smiles as the man’s face turns indignant, lips quirking around the edges as he starts to defend himself.
“Ah–,” Cas cuts him off before he truly begins, hand moving to rest on Dean’s arm as his fingers squeeze with light encouragement. “Instead perhaps – you could wear me?”
warm weecest cuddles uwu
i’m getting so upset thinking about dean and cas watching star trek. especially when cas starts pointing out all the similarities between dean and kirk. “you’re both selfless, and worried about your crew, and headstrong,” cas explains earnestly, while dean squirms…
here have some quick deanbenny porn with some praise!kink and DP (fingers and cock)
sometime in the near or distant future of Cas’ fall, he decides to grow a garden.
dean/cas. established relationship. [ao3]
Castiel is the first to discover that the bunker has a greenhouse. No one should have been surprised really, between the dungeon and the observatory, and to be fair Dean and Sam could be forgiven in their failure to find it by the fact that it wasn’t so much in the bunker as outside behind it, accessible only by a small, nondescript door down a forgotten hallway, opening onto rickety, rusted steps leading to the surface.
When they find each other again, Dean is going to be so relieved and Cas is just going to stop and breathe because he has done nothing since his fall but look for Dean - get to Dean, get home, it’ll all be okay if I can just get home. And Cas just might collapse from the sheer…