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deanwasalwaysbi · 2 years

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HEY - You know how we were absolutely right about what Dean was thinking on the floor of that dungeon?

Well.

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#vancon22 #my manips #my destiel gifs #my gifs #spn 15x9 #spn the trap #you don't need to say it I heard your prayer #i love you too #we're having a normal one #original content #dean was always bi #cas thinking he's telling dean he heard him and dean thinking he doesnt want to hear it i can't #spn meta #dean meta #jensen fucking ackles #jacting joices #dean on the floor

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ghostsofbones · 27 days

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When Am I Gonna Lose You by Local Natives // Supernatural

#supernatural #destiel #i heard your prayer #dean never had faith before cas #cas rebelled against blind faith because of dean #don’t ever change #you changed me dean

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professuntothelord · 5 months

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#s10 #s10e22 #cas #dean #i heard your prayer #spn

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dessertbird · 2 years

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Daily Destiel 💙💚

Back together! Communication always helps. ☺️😍❤️

#Destiel #deancas #destiel is canon #their love is real #purgatory 2.0 #cas pov #dean listening #destiel reunion #cas heard dean’s prayer

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misting-moors · 2 months

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rewatched spn purgatory prayer scene. they aired that on national television you guys.

#NATIONAL. TELEVISION.#they made jensen ackles get on his knees and start praying to that gay angel.#to start CRYING to that gay angel. and then “cas i need to say something”#“you dont have to say it i heard your prayer”#cas walks away. dean looks deeply sad and follows. WHY

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preservingpussy · 1 year

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Honestly the sheer erotic potential of being able to pray TO your lover wasted by supernatural....... no wonder all of us still have brain worms after all these years

#dean falling on his OLD MAN KNEES to PRAY TO HIS ANGEL out of DESPERATION #cas saying i heard your prayer GOD #HOW TO YOU NOT BECOME OBSESSED WITH THEM

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deanwinchestergf · 6 months

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and why would an angel rescue me from hell? good things do happen dean. not in my experience. i'm not here to perch on your shoulder. i was getting too close to the humans in my charge. you. to everything there is a season. you made an exception for me. you're different. for what's worth, i would give anything not to have you do this. i learned my lesson while i was away, dean. i serve heaven, i don't serve men and i certainly don't serve you. but you guys aren't supposed to be there, you're not in this story. yeah, well, we're making it up as we go. i'm hunted, i rebelled and i did it all, all of it, for you. so what i'm thelma and you're louise and we're just gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together? i need your help because you're the only one who'll help me. that's a pretty nice timing, cas. we had an appointment. what happened to you cas? you used to be human, or at least like one. but cas, you'll call right? if you get into real trouble? this is cas, guys. he has gone to the mat cut and bleeding for us so many freaking times, don't we owe him the benefit of the doubt at least? it sounds so simple when you say it like that, where were you when i needed to hear it? i was there, where were you? i'm doing this for you, dean. i'm doing this because of you. but we were family once, i would've died for you, i almost did a few times. i've lost lisa, i've lost ben and now i've lost sam. don't make me lose you too. cas, you child, why didn't you listen to me. you used to fight together, bestest of friends, actually. if you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time. the very touch of you corrupts. when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost. i'd rather have you, cursed or not. well, i'll go with you. i prayed to you cas, every night. cas, we're getting out of here, we're going home. i mean you kept saying you didn't think it would work, did you not trust me? cas, it's me. we need you, i need you. i won't hurt dean. cause you didn't trust me? you didn't trust me. please, man, i need you here. nobody wants him here more than i do. you gave us an order, castiel, and we gave you our trust. don't lose it over one man. you really believe we three will be enough? we always have been. his true weakness is revealed. you draped yourself with the flag of heaven but ultimately, it was all about saving one human. i'm glad you're here, man. how are you, dean? and then you'll kill the angel, castiel. now that one, that i suspect would hurt something awful. and when you turn, everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. everyone except me. i'm not gonna send lucifer into battle inside cas, what if he doesn't make it? it's not an it, sam. it's cas. but you're always there, you know? i could go with you. you mean too much to me, to everything. i'm gonna cure you of your human weakness, same way i cured my own. it's a gift, you keep those. you mean we? yes, dumbass, we. we lost everything and now you're gonna bring him back. we got cas back, that's a pretty damn big win. just don't get dead again. it's good to hear your voice. so this is goodbye? but i swear if he did something to her, if she's- then you're dead to me. either get on board or walk away. i don't know what's god and what isn't, and it's driving me crazy. dean, you asked what about all of this is real. we are. you used trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt, now you can barely look at me. i think it's time for me to move on. you didn't deserve that. since when do we get what we deserve? maybe if you didn't just up and leave us. i left but you didn't stop me. i should've stopped you. you're my best friend but i just let you go. and i forgive you, of course i forgive you. i'm sorry it took me so long, i'm sorry it took me til now to say it. you did it cas. okay, cas, i need to say something. you don't have to say it, i heard your prayer. well, here's to being right. you know what every other version of you did after gripping him tight and raising him from perdition? they did what they were told, but not you.

#destiel #paula.txt

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springdai · 4 months

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Dean’s confession to cas in the trap is still so insane because like… he has NEVER been that open about his feelings in his LIFE. kneeling on the floor and crying and telling cas he doesn’t get why he is the way he is and he’s sorry and he forgives him and he hopes he can hear him. so much so that he says it twice. that WAS dean’s confession y’all. he bared his soul to him. and he was going to do it all over again in person in case cas hadn’t heard him? because he needed to say it, he needed cas to know? his face when cas says he heard his prayer, as if he had more to say? cas knowing that if he let dean say anything else, say the one thing they haven’t been saying, the empty might take him right then and there? im nauseous

#deancas #spn #Like im Never oVER IT #ITS NEVER OVER!!!!!#destiel #supernatural #Dean Winchester #castiel #purely from a Dean girl standpoint and soemone who stopped watching around s10 and then picked it back up I was so shocked at how #Dean said ALL THAT #WHILE CRYING #LIKE #A A A. A A

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babygirldilf · 10 months

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I think that Dean and Cas' story is truly a love story. From beginning to end, we see endless little storylines and director choices and writing choices and actor choices, we see their bond builds and builds and breaks and builds again and they ultimately have some of the most epic quotes spoken to them or by them, their story to it's core is a story about love, and how It can change even the most heartless of beings. It is also a story of so many beautiful mergings, between heaven and earth, angel and human, we see two supposed opposite beings literally fall in love infinite times over while trying to save each other again and again, and in so many ways, not always good ways, but all in good intention.

An angel of the lord saves the righteous man from hell. This is where they start. And then he continues trying to explain to him why he deserves to be saved. Why he will do it time and time again. And so he does.

They go to purgatory together, and the whole time they are there their whole mission is trying to save one another, even if it meant sacrificing oneself, because the other one is too important for them to lose, to imagine a life without, to deprive them of continuing to live like they deserve.

They always tried to keep the other one safe and close, without knowing truly why that is what they wanted.

The angel rebelled for the human. He kept doing everything for him, and the human did everything for the angel, trusted him, made him his family, and taught him what family truly meant.

They were each other soulmates, which was confusing and took some time for the angel to comprehend since he never had a soul to begin with. Maybe the human made him grow a soul, even if only figuratively, but either way, he couldn't deny the truth once it set in; it was the love he had for this human that changed him, changed everything, the entire course of the universe.

So yeah, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, Celestial being of Heaven and the Divine, let his love change him. And he became other things, like Cas and Huggy Bear and Sunshine. He let the heaven in him fall in love with the earth and never came back to the heartless soulless being he once was. He loved now and was in love, and it was so much it was enough to make him happy.

And Dean loved Cas. He loved him a lot. He saw praying as begging but only prayed to Cas. Only begged Cas to see him and understand he needs him, because love is too big a word, or too small, or too hard to let out of his throat. He let himself be hurt by Cas both physically and emotionally because as much as Cas cared for him, there were times he did not know the best ways to show it. He trusted him time and time again and gave him the benefit of the doubt until he couldn't find it in him anymore to hold against his own anger and lost it. Lost his angel to his anger while he froze in place. But he woke up in time, and prayed again to his angel to come to him, to save himself, because he loved him, he loved him so much that he let his anger die and let himself cry for his love. And Cas came to him and heard his prayer, but not the love that was too scared to be set free.

And then it was time. It was time for Cas to save Dean one last time, and the only way he could do that was by confessing his love and being happy and then abruptly being taken away forever. And he shared it all, everything they never talked about so openly before but always fucking felt and knew was there. Because not only he always loved Dean, he always really saw him, saw it all, and knew it all, but understood better than anyone that this Righteous Man did everything for love and out of love. Cas not only fell in love with the earth or with a human but with the most human aspect of this world, which was love. Dean was love incarnate, and Cas was always in Awe of him

So they loved and loved and lost each other, and it hurt like hell to think they would never have their happy ending.

But Dean and Cas had a fan base. A full on Fandom of people who loved them truly and wanted them to have a happy ending. And the writers aren't the only ones who matter in this story. We changed them too.

In my eyes, and I'm sure that in many of yours as well, Dean and Cas are happy and alive. They are together and in love, like they have always wanted to be, like they deserved to be. And it is good, and sweet, and safe, and sound.

#destiel #dean cas #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #destiel meta #spn meta

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deancaskiss · 1 year

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somewhere along the way- dean can’t exactly remember when- he started praying to cas every night. sometimes sitting on the edge of his bed, sometimes pacing a room or sitting in the impala, and sometimes as his head hits the pillow and his eyes flutter shut. he can’t remember why the ritual started; he’d probably been trying to contact cas for help when the angel had been MIA. but now… now it was just, part of who they were. every night, dean would close his eyes, and pray to cas. sometimes it was important things that he needed cas to know but didn’t want to text, and sometimes it was just… just a way to talk to cas and to feel closer to him. “heya cas, don’t know if you heard on the angel radio that we mighta found that artifact we’ve been searching for, just thought you’d wanna know,” or, “hey bud, got your ears on? I found one of those journals you were looking for. left it in the back of the impala for you whenever you drop by again,” and, “we took out a whole nest of vamps today, and not a scratch on on either sammy or I, calling that a big win for today,” or sometimes, “had zepp playing while i was driving today. made me think of the mixtape I gave you. do you still have it? do you still listen to it?”

dean really did intend to stop the prayers when chuck was defeated and cas was home and everything was good. but as cas settled next to him, tangling their legs together as his arms wrapped around dean’s waist as they curled up in bed together, cas’ breath huffed against the back of dean’s neck as he teased softly, “what? no prayers anymore now that you’re right here next to me?” and dean couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, suddenly glad cas couldn’t see his face as he tangled their fingers together resting against his chest. closing his eyes, dean prayed silently, ‘now that I’ve got you here, I’ll be damned if I’m letting you go again. now go to sleep,’ and then, after a pause, dean finished the prayer with, ‘I love you too, you know. in case it wasn’t obvious.’ dean both felt and heard the little huff of laughter as cas’ nose nuzzled behind his ear. so maybe the prayers every night were still a ritual, but now it was just another way for dean to tell cas how much he loved him as they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms.

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insanesonofabitch · 5 months

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DEAN LOVED HIM BACK!!! CAS KNEW DEAN LOVED HIM BACK!!! AND THEY STILL COULDN’T HAVE EACH OTHER!!! Dean can’t reciproca—[gunshot][gunshot][gunshot] SHUT THE FUCK UP. He heard his prayer HE HEARD HIS PRAYER. HE FELT HIS LONGING. HIS DESIRE. HE DIDN’T HAVE TO SAY IT. HE KNEW THE TRUTH. But it was too late then…The prophecy was self-fulfilled.

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stargazedwinchester · 29 days

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Angel Girl | Dean

Summary: Dean learns you're not human, but an angel.

Requested here! Thank you! Let me know if you want a part 2! Felt like I could write this forever but obvs had to end it at some point lmaoo

Word count: 1,299

Taglist: @rowenalovee @amythedoctor @girlsforpjm @chaospossum @take-it-on-the-run, @themidnightwitch44 @linkthetrashgoblin

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Dean's love life has always been rocky, from casual dating to raunchy hookups with the girls he finds at the local bar and waking up the next day simultaneously enjoying and regretting his life choices. He's never settled for anyone and the relationships he's had over the years have almost always ended on the wrong foot.

Until he met you.

Castiel had introduced you both whilst Cas had made an excuse of hearing your prayer over an issue that made him realise you're not quite the person that needed help, of course, because you were different.

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Dean wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart beating 100 times a second. His eyes scan the room to ensure he's awake and not in a dream state. He takes a deep breath, before propping himself up in bed, looking over at his bedside table and checking the time. 5:24 AM. "God damn it," He sighs, placing his head in his hands, hunching over. He rubs his stubble to try and wake himself up. His fern-coloured orbs meet with the ceiling.

"God, just give me a break." He whispers, resting his forearm across his eyes. "Please let me sleep." He huffs, attempting to relax before sleeping again. The sound of large wings echoes the room, and Dean refuses to move his arm. "Cas, get out." He shoos, waving his spare hand.

"Hello." A sweet voice appears, making Dean jump out of his skin. He reaches for his gun and points it at the figure standing at his door. Fear takes over his face, his eyes enlarged and his mouth slightly agape.

"Y/N?" He asks, his face reading multiple different emotions. "How did you get here?" He stumbles, his thought process is jumbled right now. His gorgeous eyes meet yours, then you look down at the floor.

"I heard your prayer."

"M-my prayer?" He lays his gun flat on the bed, his gaze unable to move away from you. You nod.

"It's universal... You pray to God and angels can answer." You smile at him, yet he remains confused. "Y/N, you're an angel?" He questions, gradually getting up from the mattress. You assume that he already knew, maybe Cas had told him prior but Dean chose to not say anything about it. The surprise from Dean surprises you. "You didn't know?" You say softly, and Dean shakes his head. "I thought Cas would have told you, but that's okay. I guess there's much to talk about." You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, we do."

You tell Dean that you'll be back the following day to answer all of his questions, and allow him to return to bed so he can go back to sleep.

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You arrive at the bunker, the early morning Kansas sun beaming down onto the back of your head as you let yourself in. You walk down the stairs and meet Dean in the kitchen who's cooking up breakfast for himself. "Hey Dean," You greet, showing him a friendly smile. You stand next to the counter as he turns around and faces you. "Hey Y/N. You didn't zap in today?" He asks, scraping scrambled eggs and bacon onto two plates. "No, I wanted to seem more... normal. Human, I guess. Did it work?" You ask, a gleam in your eyes. "Yeah, I'd say so." He starts, reaching over to the drawer where the cutlery is kept. He passes you a plate, a knife and a fork. "Y'know, I was thinking last night..." He says, leading you over to the dining table. "I want to show you how to act more human. So..." He slides the plate in front of you, the steam travelling up toward your face, the smell engulfing you.

"I thought we could start with you trying food. Here," He passes you the cutlery in the correct hands. "Dig in." He finishes, piling his breakfast onto his fork and bringing it to his mouth. You attempt to do the same, but much slower. You bring it up to your mouth, allowing the food to sit there in your mouth for a few seconds. You swallow, Dean watching your every move. "See? Not so bad is it?" He chuckles lightly, and you smile at him. "No, it's quite enjoyable. The flavours are quite foreign." You say, lifting another forkful.

You have both finished your breakfast, Dean's crack at trying to help you has definitely helped, but he's not done yet. He suggests that you both take a night to yourselves to catch you up on the most iconic movies.

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"I had an idea of watching a chick flick for tonight," He almost shivers at the idea. "Just this once. Then we can watch Star Wars." He says, and you laugh at him. "Dean Winchester watching a movie made specifically for teenagers... I never thought I'd see the day." You chuckle, and he smirks at your quick comment. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a chick flick every so often." He admits, switching the TV over to something very close to Netflix, but is borderline illegal. Upon choosing Wild Child, you both sit back, remaining quiet throughout the whole movie.

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The movie finishes, and you glance over to Dean, who's sound asleep sitting up, his arms are crossed and one leg is resting over the other. Despite being an angel, you can't help but feel something warm and fuzzy ignite in your chest, a feeling of adoration and... something else you can't quite put your finger on. He shuffles, and you nudge his arm gently. "Dean," You whisper, trying to not startle him. He groans, his eyes flickering. "Dean, the movie has finished." You shake him again, and he rapidly sits up properly. "I'm awake." Dean rubs his eyes, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stretches, his arms above his head. His t-shirt rides up a little, and you can't help but glare. He rests one arm above his head, and the other beside you on the sofa.

Dean reaches for the TV remote and searches for one of the many Star Wars movies. "So, how'd you like that one?" He asks with his gaze upon you. You nod. "It was good. I can see why it's so popular." You smile, a gentle look on your face. He grins at you, nodding his head. "Can't say I've seen it many times myself," He clears his throat, searching for 'The Empire Strikes Back'. "Dean, I know when you're lying." You add, scanning his face. "What? No I'm not," He chuckles nervously, avoiding any eye contact with you. "Yes you are, I can feel it. Your weird behaviour is offputting."

"Offputting? That's rude." He jokes and the movie auto-plays. The intro to the movie startles you, and Dean laughs at you. "That's really loud." You huff, and Dean relaxes an arm around your shoulders. "It's okay. That's the only loud part of the movie." He adds, shuffling closer to you. "Now, this is one of the best Star Wars movies they've ever made," He starts, and you allow him to ramble about the context of the movie and which actor plays what character. You sit and stare at him whilst he has his rant, his passion for something has really intrigued you like no other.

Everyone will always have a say about supernatural beings and how they differ from humans, how the stereotype that angels are typically full of wisdom and forgiveness. But for you, wisdom is the need to know the true forms of the Winchester brothers, especially Dean. Something about him and the need to aid other people except himself has always bewildered you.

Hoping that this will help you bring him closer to you, you'd just about do anything for that to happen.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester spn

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wormstacheangel · 1 month

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Dean and Cas in Motel6

The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.

Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t.

He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing.

Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man.

His lover.

Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.

But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?

“Stay.” Dean had begged last night.

Cas remembered every detail, from the way Dean’s hands gripped to the way Dean panted his name. Even calling him Castiel once at some point. But he especially remembered Dean’s words.

“Fuck. I love you so much. Stay. Stay. Stay.”

Since being reunited they haven’t talked about his dying words or “The truth” as Sam likes to put it. Cas was brought back to resume business as usual. Except no Chuck and Jack was now the all-knowing. Which meant Cas was gone all the time with his son.

He has not had a second of alone time with Dean, but he got a phone call last night. It wasn't a drunk call that made him drop everything and leave heaven behind. No, this was Dean's prayer.

“Come get me.”

It was all a strange whirlwind after that.

He arrived at a motel, knocking once before being pulled in. He remembers the hesitant touching but the kissing was desperate for them both. Closing the gap between them so easily before falling into bed.

And now it’s the morning and here they both are.

He worried what Dean would say when he awoke. If this was all one big mistake. He wanted to prepare his heart for another goodbye and, even if this is all he gets, this wonderful night with Dean, then he will cherish it forever.

He will pretend it never happened for Dean’s sake. For their family’s sake.

But he knew he could never forget the warmth he felt finally being with the man he loves.

Maybe he should leave before Dean wakes up. Save them both the trouble of an awkward conversation.

He carefully scooted out of bed. Sitting at the edge of it, watching his bare feet on the filthy old carpet, debating whether or not to savor one last look at Dean before he left.

“Unless you’re getting up to get me some damn breakfast,” Cas's back straightened as he heard the raspy voice. “You better get back in bed, Sweetheart."

Cas turned his head to see Dean lift up the sheets just enough to let him scoot in but not let the cold creep in. He smiled his sleepy grin and motioned with his chin to come close. Cas couldn't help but let the worries melt away as he slipped into the bed. Their bodies were close, it was almost electric as they kept an eye on each other. Looking for answers neither wanted to ask the questions too.

“Beautiful.” Cas thought at the same time as Dean said the word out loud. Only a whisper but still so confidently said.

They both smiled as the tension faded. Their hands slowly crept between them before their pinkies hooked together.

Cas looked at their hands as he confessed. “I've been wanting this with you for so long. I…I never thought it was possible.” I never want to let go.

“Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass.” He joked but his small smile was so sincere as he continued. “I was missing you like crazy. And I was trying to be patient and let you settle in with your whole new role as God's Dad and all but,” Dean slides his hand up Cas’s arm and gently places it on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, Cas saw no sadness. “I'm tired of wasting my time not being with you. You can…you have me, Cas. Always did.”

His eyes watered but he wouldn’t dare look away from the pretty face. He took Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. He made sure Dean was listening to him before he let out a heavy breath. “I love you.”

He heard Dean's heart race and his breath hitched before he relaxed. Closing the space between them with a kiss. Long, sweet, and wonderful kiss.

“After we make up for so much damn time,” Dean pulled Cas almost on top of him. “Maybe we can get that breakfast we were talking about earlier.”

“I wasn't talking about breakfast.” Cas chuckled, bending down to let his lips trace warm freckled skin. “But I do love the idea.”

“Great.” Dean pulled Cas’s face away from his throat and let their eyes lock. “You know I love you too, right?”

Cas couldn't respond but he felt like the Grinch and his grace grew two sizes that moment—though he knew it wasn’t possible, he just felt so happy. His eyes finally shed those tears he was holding in while he tucked his face into Dean’s chest. Feeling big, strong, and—best of all— gentle hands rub mindless circles into his back.

Cas knew he was important. He knew he was wanted to some degree. But finally hearing those words, from someone he truly loves, felt healing in some way. How has he lived so long without being loved?

The motel room filled with a golden light of morning sun and soft humming from the man he loves. You could see every tear in the wallpaper, mold on the ceiling, and even how the carpet had different color stains but at this moment, it was the most beautiful place in the world.

In this moment, he was truly in heaven.

#destiel #dean #castiel #fanfic #fic #wormstachewrites #they're hopeless and awkward and desperate for love #touch starved i guess #shhh i just want them to be honest and make out

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dessertbird · 2 years

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Daily Destiel 💙💚

Dean’s confession and his answer to Cas. He still had something to say before Cas stops him.

I heard your prayer. 🥺😍❤️

#Destiel #deancas #destiel is canon #their love is real #dean’s prayer #his confession #cas heard his prayer #dean answered cas’s concerns #he wanted to say something else #cas stops him #I heard your prayer #purgatory 2.0

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elizabethrobertajones · 1 month

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Dean & Cas Are In Love

A hopefully one day conclusive study of these assholes, hopefully told as briefly as I can.

[it went fuckin canon? Rendered useless in my own job. Posting these gifsets from my drafts for @mittensmorgul who can make better use of them than me.]

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I think I giffed the first 4 just because no one can resist that hug and “nice peach fuzz” boop. The raw affection while Cas stays stock still because he’s living an entirely different genre of survival horror to Dean. You know, Dean in an action RPG with one clear objective (handily these are often like, Find Wife, for a generic action guy). And Cas is in some sort of indie psychological horror where the very concept of Wifey is poison and he must resist the temptations of Save Wife to paradoxically Save Wife.

I think Gif 5 is right after “we’re getting out of here” just to seal Dean’s pride in having accomplished his objective and heard the quest completion music.

Then a gif of Benny cutting in because this nonsense has gone on long enough and he can see Cas is resisting all this and Dean after a minute of this conversation is wilfully blind to what is plain to Benny: Cas is resisting all this good cheer, and to Benny this is suspicious because you SHOULD only want to get out of Purgatory. Benny is being used here to show the absolute blinders Dean has on when it comes to Cas: to have a straight guy to the dynamic (ironically) simply to display that Dean is NOT on a simple emotional level here, and if he wasn’t already proving to be compromised over Cas in getting here, now they’ve arrived it’s become abundantly clear he’s on a whole other level with Cas to Benny when we’re talking Brothers In Arms.

(I mean Dean has a whole subtextually gay thing with Benny too, who comes across incredibly queer and in like a sad gay movie with Dean in the Benny-centric episodes, so when I say they exemplify Brothers In Arms and Benny is the straight guy, I am talking by Supernatural standards.)

The I Prayed To You line then drops one of the biggest bombs in all of Destiel, and in later years will be amplified by the Longing Retcon two seasons later, which implies all prayer to a specific angel doesn’t need a whole formal letterhead and stamp and mailing address carefully written on it before it can be sent, but can just be a quick drunk text from your heart with no conscious intent. Making this entire year 1000x worse from Cas’s survival horror game perspective. Even before that, of course, this was the most dramatic statement of emotional intent from Dean we’d gotten thus far and as with the “has too much heart” statement being a thesis on Cas, this became basically the tentpole evidence for Dean’s point of view on Destiel, proving how much he cared.

Cas then reveals a sliver of how rough it’s been for him, and shattered Dean’s bubble with the explanation of where he went on arrival in Purgatory and why. That it was another self-sacrificial gambit, and a forbidden star-crossed lovers type thing of Cas being near Dean would doom him simply by proximity. Nom nom nom tropes.

#8x02 #destiel #Dean and Cas are in love #dean n cas are in love #quick question is this actually 8x04 and I'm showing my slipping memory :P #to think I used to know this show up and down by heart in numerical order #my stuff #lizbob gifs

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I hate you and I love you

A/N: I have had this imagine in my brain for so long and I knew I just had to write it, I was going to follow it with what happened in the show but I just decided to change it up.

There will be more then one part to this.

I hope you enjoy!

Ps: please tag me in all your favourite Lucifer imagines, okai byeee.

Pairing: Nick!Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) finds out Lucifer cheated on her and had a baby.

Trigger warnings: cheating, smut, oral (fem receiving), swearing, choking,

"Mmm Lucifer..." I felt cold lips press against my thighs, refusing to open my eyes I attempted to close my legs with no luck. "It's too early." Ignoring my pleas, he spread my legs further apart and slid his forked tongue up my panty covered lips.

"But you taste so sweet, how could you expect me to stop?" He whispered pulling my panties to the side and pressing his lips to my clit but before he could continue, Dean began pounding on the door.

"Come on, (Y/N)! We got a hunt a few towns over!" Opening my eyes, I lifted the blanket to see Lucifer's crystal blue eyes staring back at me.

"And that's your cue to stop." I replied with a smirk. I began to sit up to only be pushed back down by Lucifer's grace.

"They can wait, I'm not finished yet." He simply replied, attaching his lips to my clit and beginning to suck. My back arched out as I moaned in response.

"Lucifer... I need to get ready..." Un-attaching his lips, he looked up at me unpleased. I smiled back, "Rain check?" I felt his grace loosen as I sat up.

"I wish I could my love but I am needed in Hell" I frowned back at him, sliding out of bed and beginning to get dressed.

"When will you be back?" I questioned sliding my shirt over my head.

"A few days give or take," He said making his way over to me. "But you know, I'm always a prayer away."

Few weeks later:

"I don't understand, why is he not answering?" I questioned while we drove back from our most recent hunt.

"Maybe, they threw him back in the cage. You know, stop the whole apocalypse plan." Dean suggested with a smirk, I threw a back a glare but before I could give a snarky reply Castiel appeared beside me.

"There is something important we must discuss." I nearly came out of the seat, as Dean swerved in the road from the fright Cas had given us.

"Dammint Cas! What did we say about doing that?" Dean questioned, pulling into the bunkers garage.

"I understand but it's important that we talk now." Before Dean could question Cas further, I spoke up.

"Cas, have you heard from Lucifer? I've been praying to him but he's not answering."

"Unfortunately, I have and that is what I need to discuss with you." The three of us shared worried glances. Dean put his foot on the gas, speeding the rest of the way to the bunker.

Walking into the library, my heart was in my throat. Was he okay? Did something happen? Was he put back in the cage? A million thoughts raced through my mind as we all took a seat at the table.

"What's going on Cas?" Dean questioned from beside me. "Where the hell is Lucifer?"

"Well, that's the thing." Cas begun.

"What thing?" I questioned looking at Cas worriedly.

"Lucifer is expecting a child." I felt my body freeze up as the words left Castiel's mouth. I could see his lips moving but could hear no sound.

"What?" I questioned but it came out as a mere whisper.

"Yes, unfortunately it is true. My brother possessed the president and impregnated his presidential aide. I have found their whereabouts and I think we should leave to go there now."

"Okay, let us just get a few things together and we'll leave." Sam spoke up, before turning and heading down the hall.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" I heard Dean question but I couldn't make a sound. Lucifer had not only left and cheated on me but he impregnated some other woman. I felt my mouth go dry, as tears threatened to fall. "I want you to stay here." Dean spoke again and this time tore a reaction from me.

"What? N-no! I have to go." I said shooting up from my seat to stand in front of Dean.

"(Y/N), we think it's best if you stay here. Let us handle Lucifer and his baby mama." I went to argue when Sam approached behind me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Just let us take care of it." I let out a sigh and nodded, Sam squeezed my shoulder in response before moving past me and following Dean and Cas out the door.

It wasn't until I heard the door shut that I completely broke down, wrapping my arms around myself as a sob broke through.

Two weeks later:

Sam had called and informed me that they had found and excorised Lucifer out of the president's body but were too late to stop the birth of the nephilim, the woman had died in child birth and Lucifer had taken off before they could stop him.

"We're on our way back now but call us if Lucifer shows up." I scoffed at his response. In the few weeks of the boys being gone on the hunt for Lucifer and his child, I had went four of the five stages of grief. My current stage being anger.

"He better not or I'll shove an angel blade so far up his ass, he'll be tasting metal for a goddamn week."

"Tell us how you really feel sweetheart." Dean commented in the background, Sam had cut him off before I had the chance to lash out at him.

"Ignore him, we should be home in a couple hours. Try to relax, theres a few things we need to talk to you about when we get back." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Alright Sammy, see you soon." And with that I ended the call. Laying my phone on the counter, I ran my hands through my hair but stopping midway when I heard a voice speak up.

"Hello darling, miss me?."

It was Lucifer.

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