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Endless Cycle Of Love. -there were knots in my stomach, aching knots that kept creeping up to my throat and causing me to stutter. I couldn't form a sentence. I was muted by the nerves bubbling inside of me. This wasn't fair. "I think-" I started only to cut myself off with a groan. Why was this so hard to admit? His eyes stared me down as I tried to regain my composure. "I think...i love you" I said into the space between us, noticing his shoulders quickly tense up, i continued, "I really....really love you." Was this the right decision? Was my confession even worth being heard? Fuck. I should've just kept it to mysel- "Okay. I love you too." He replied a deep warm smile on his face, his eyes continued to stare into mine and I let out a nervous chuckle. "Really?" He nodded, his hand grabbing mine. "Of course I do. I've loved you since you told me about your biggest regrets and fears. I've loved you since I got to know you...for who you are." I couldn't hold back my excitement, jumping into his arms. "Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? What were you going to tell me?" OH. I hadn't admitted my undying love to him yet. On one hand that could be an outcome...where he feels the same way. But thinking about the other possibility makes me feel like-

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Imagine; Dean realizes that he’s in love with Castiel.

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?” Dean says, eyes squinting in confusion. He has a hand gripping Castiel’s trench coat, and he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. “Because it is-“ The Angel looks down at where the man is holding him like if to say that it was time to let go.

“No! No! I’m not letting you go- Why are you saying goodbye Cas?” Dean shouts over the loud banging, he can feel the walls close in on him. A rough push makes him drop the hold on Castiel. He desperately crawls towards him, hands trying to grasp at anything he can reach. He needs him to stay, wants him to stay. Where is Cas going with this?

Dean stares with wide eyes, tears daring to fall. He won’t let himself cry. Castiel is still alive, he’s here, he’s fine. He will be fine. He refuses to start mourning someone he hasn’t loss. “I love you, Dean” The Angel puts out in the air, the door flings open, and that’s when he knows their time is up. What he doesn’t expect is the empty to emerge from the wall, and that’s when it all makes sense.

Castiel’s confession triggered happiness. Castiel’s moments lead to the empty being summoned by demand. By his own bleeding words that he poured to Dean. He revealed himself, the Winchester did nothing. He was frozen , knees on the ground, hands at his side. Dean’s fingernails had started to scratch at the floor, punches followed.

Words circled his head, hurt drowned his heart, his burning desire to repeat the words that were said to him.

I love you too, Cas.

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SAMS POV

After Cas died, Dean wasn’t the same. He wouldn’t joke, wouldn’t dance to the music while making breakfast, heck, he wouldn’t even get the appetite he used too. It was all just on the line. Sam figured it would fade after time, that his brother was just under the surface, that this was just his way of mourning. After all, the amount of people they have lost is high. They have the right to mourn the way they please. But after months on end, Dean just wouldn’t let go, he wouldn’t get better. He’d hardly crack a smile. Then it got worse.

“Don’t-“ Dean started as Sam went to turn off the lights of the kitchen. “What? Dean what is it with you? You’re all jumpy…” Sam stated looking his brother over, Jesus, eyebags, messy hair, when was the last time he even showered? “Don’t turn off the lights…just don’t turn them off” Dean grumbled pushing his way past him. Well, it looks like talking about their feelings is out of the picture, as always.

DEANS POV

It was dark when he closed his eyes. God he hated blinking. He hates how closed off it makes him feel. It surrounds him in the pits of despair and drags him back into the room he was in with Cas, with the empty. His brother understands, he knows, he hurts as much as he is, but he doesn’t have it imbedded into his memory, into his eyes, into his ears.

“Don’t do this Cas.”

“I love you.”

It’s been a while since he started keeping his lights on. He hasn’t turned them off, he can’t face the darkness, not yet. He believes the lightbulbs are a good force, that they stayed on till this time because it’s Cas telling him he’s safe, that he will always be safe.

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It wasn’t in the rumble of my stomach

or in the ringing in my ears

it wasn’t the touch of the grass

or the sweat on my forehead

it was in the way my eyes focused

and I felt eyes burn

it was in the way 3 words never felt so true.

I love you.

- A poem for Dean, from Cas’s POV

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“I love you.”

the ultimate betrayal, the curse spoken to the wind, the words that ended up taking dean’s soul and crushing it into dust. he couldn’t help but feel angered, everyone else had suspected it. sam, bobby, john, rowena, even ellen when she was alive had pulled him to the side to ask what was going on between the hunter and the angel. he never had a solid answer, because even he himself wasn’t sure. it wasn’t that easy, his feelings were difficult, he was difficult. he would spend days on end trying to put his mind at ease, to think of something else rather than the blue eyes who helped ease the pain away. the glimpse of wings that haunted the shadows of the hotel room. he thought he was crazy, that he was imagining things, that he was giving into temptation, to the idea of it all. but he held himself together.

he couldn’t ruin their sacred bond like that. he couldn’t ask cas for that, the angel had given everything up for him, he couldn’t just ask him to give himself over to Dean.

but now he regrets it. he can’t sleep, he can’t eat, his stomach is full of tears and the hunter’s throat aches with how much he’s cried out and prayed for the angel to answer. of course he can’t reply, because cas is gone. he’s dead. and now dean doesn’t have those blue eyes that ease the pain, he doesn’t see the wings in the corner of his hotel room. and most importantly.

he doesn’t get to say, “I love you” back.

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9.11 - First Born

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ever since cas fell from heaven, he’s been extra touchy, extra lovey, extra intense. currently, dean is being swamped by a heavy body, an arm curled around his waist like dean was some kind of chick- shit if sam SAW this. the teasing would never end. cas had asked him to cuddle, he’s not even sure how the former angel knew what that meant- no one cuddles in the bunker. grown men live here. breath lingers on his neck, “this is pleasant, thank you dean” cas mumbles, lips moving on the skin. the hunter clears his throat, grasping tighter to cas’s back.

“anytime cas, anytime.”

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"why does this sound like a goodbye" "because it is" AND WE NEVER GOT TO SEE HIM AGAIN. We didnt even get to SAY goodbye or mourn cas because they baited us into thinking he was coming back for TWO WEEKS. so beyond sick and twisted what the fuck im going to commit arson

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Imagine: Dean Winchester opens up to Castiel.

It was always a job. Life was a job, breathing was a task; watch it, don’t breathe too hard or the monster under your bed might get annoyed and kill you. It was always, watch out for your brother boy’ you aren’t under the same roof to play, you are here to do your job and your job is to take care of Sam. That’s it. When Christmas comes around you tell him I love him and that I dropped off some presents understood? You go out of your way to steal for your brother, to make sure your brother is happy, to make sure he’s alright, always keep an eye out for him. He has to be a kid.

“What about me?” Those unspoken words, Dean never said. He never went against the protocol. He just did as he was told. That’s how he knew his life had purpose, because without Dean, Sam would be everything like his older brother and that isn’t a thing to be proud of.

So when he met the person that dragged him out of Hell, he was furious. He didn’t deserve it. Dean wasn’t supposed to be alive, breathing, taking up space on an earth that’s limited. He shouldn’t be here. Then it made sense once again, when Castiel, The Angel of The Lord, gave the reason on why Dean was resurrected. He was going to be used, yet again. His life was never his life, he was always meant to be doing something for someone, like taking care of sammy, working against the world, working with the pits of Hell, now Heaven wants to do the same. Can’t anyone give him a break?

“This weight on my shoulders man, I’m tired of it.” Dean didn’t know this, but when an Angel is nearby. They hear your cries to the sky, they listen even if you aren’t calling out for them, because prayers are meant to be heard, no matter who they are directed too. “Tired of what, Dean?” Castiel’s voice startled the man who was hunched over his steering wheel, eyes bloodshot red, nose stuffed. He spares a look to his side, great, now he can’t be emotional in peace. “You shouldn’t have brought me back, I’m okay with dying” Dean explains grumpily, his hands go to rub the tears away. “Also stop spying on me, it’s annoying” He adds.

When Dean looks to the car window, the Angel isn’t there anymore. He assumes he got the message of wanting to be left alone, that is until he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. “Dean- You deserve life” Cas says softly, he’s sitting on the passenger seat, eyes filled with concern. He can probably feel how much pain Dean’ is in. “You can sense it, can’t you? I know you can, I can see it on your face” Dean assumes, he sighs loudly. Another great thing. He can’t keep himself bottled up anymore, Cas can read him like an open book. “Yes. But no matter the pain you are in, your soul is bright, no matter the things you’ve done, you aren’t tarnished. Each thing that has lead you to feel worthless, has actually made you worth more. You are full of love” The words hit him like a train in the chest, his heart aches, he’s simply tired.

“I’ll be here, you don’t have to feel that way. I’ll remind you every step of the way.”

That’s how it started. The long looks the Angel threw Dean when the man was in hysterics. The comforting hand that quickly rubbed his back, trying to calm Dean down. Sam would stare a bit too long, but he remained quiet. He didn’t ask, he probably didn’t even care much. “It’s okay- Remember? You got this” Castiel whispered into his ear, Dean nodded gruffly moving away from the Angel, stepping back into the case with Sam.

“I got this.”

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cas dying in 15x18, and dean having a hard time coping and remembering that he’s gone.

“He should call cas.”

“Dean…”

“Oh right. I forgot.”

or when he’s sleeping in the middle of the night, and hears the rustle of leaves against the window, he thinks Cas swooshed himself in his hotel room.

Nope. Cas is still gone.

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural: 13x19 Funeralia

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dean getting a nightmare, so cas sits by the edge of his bed running a hand through the hunter’s hair. when morning comes, Dean awakens, startled by a trench coat pulled on him, and black hair in his face; it’s cas.

guess angels do sleep after all.

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the good supernatural

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cas never got his I love you back, not from dean, not from anyone.

did he?

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Is cas considered dead tho (me assuming this user is talking about dean n cas)

I think I will never heal from all the hurt and pain I felt after the c*w killed off my two favorite characters ever.

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Okay, well, here it is. Man, this started out WAY more innocent than it turned out.

No apologies. Enjoy it or don’t, it’s all fine by me.