#destiel drabble

[naughtystiel]

"Yeah, it- Shit, I haven't seen anything this bad in a long time." Victor said right before he retched and then the sound of him emptying his stomach echoed in the quiet forest. Together with Castiel, Dean ducked under a yellow tape that was tied loosely around trees and stopped right in front of Victor who was now wiping his mouth with a sleeve of his jacket. "What a sick fuck could do something like this?"

"Do we know who the victim is?" Castiel asked, putting a tip of a cigarette between his lips.

"No- Not yet." Victor paled even more, trying not to retch. "That bad?" Dean chimed in, a sympathetic expression on his face. At least he hoped so.

"To the point that I'm not sure we will be able to find out who she was. Well, maybe... Maybe we will have some luck with her fingerprints. If they're good enough. She- Fuck! She almost looks like she got pushed through a meat grinder." Before Dean could say anything, Victor was behind a tree, vomiting again.

"Go get some water, Vic. We will go have a look now." Castiel exhaled a puff of smoke and nudged Dean to follow him. It only took them a minute or so to get to the crime scene. Victor wasn't exaggerating when he described the victims state; she was basically ripped to shreds, one leg nestled in moss five meters away. Dean crouched next to the body, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and titled his head, "Man, this is bad."

Castiel hummed in agreement, "That it is." He glanced back, but Victor and his partner still stood by their car, clearly staying away from the gory sight that was nightmare worthy. With the cigarette now between his fingers, he crouched next to Dean and dipped them in some squelchy part of the body. Dean's eyebrow furrowed, but he still wrapped his lips around Castiel's fingers when he pressed them to his mouth. The blood wasn't even entirely cold yet. Castiel gave him a small, pleased smile, "Next time... Let's try not to get so carried away, this is messy even for us."

#deancas #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #vmart #gore tw #blood tw #destiel drabble #destiel art #destiel fanart #castiel art #castiel fanart #dean winchester art #dean winchester fanart #spn art #spn fanart #supernatural art #supernatural fanart #drabble.txt #vin.txt

[casdeans-pie]

I know it's been said a million times but

I really wish Cas had been human a while longer and been able to stay at the Bunker.

Dean teaching him how to be human would have been so SO good

And listen, I love Dean teaching Cas the romantic human stuff as much as anyone. but I think even better would be all the weird human stuff.

Because, c’mon those two are already so goddamn weird together anyway.

Like, explaining to Cas about 'all that crusty eye gunk' he'll get after a bad night's sleep. Or like, about blowing his nose (Cas's nose does that whistling thing one day and it nearly drives Dean crazy). Showing him how to clip his nails without catching his skin. How to cure the hiccups.

Cause like. Cas knows humans are weird. But he's never had to experience that weirdness firsthand before.

Also it doesn't occur to either of them that Sam could be teaching Cas any of these lessons.

If anyone is going to teach Cas about the weirdness of the human body of course it's gonna be Dean.

#humans are messy and weird and Dean would be the BEST teacher for Cas once he got over the initial embarrassment #destiel #destiel headcanon #human!cas #destiel drabble

[strawlessandbraless]

Cas gets addicted to paying The Sims, he creates a Dean Sim and punishes him in game anytime they fight in real life. Inevitably Dean finds out and they have wild creaky passionate sex about it

#supernatural #destiel crack #gay #spn #dean winchester #the sims #destiel #castiel #deancas #misha collins #jensen ackles #spn crack #spn headcanon #destiel headcanon #ao3 #destiel drabble #spn drabble

[trenchcoatimpala]

Dean glared at Cas. Cas who was back, alive, and standing in front of him. A lot of emotions ran through him at once and the one that managed to slip out first was anger. “Fuck you,” he spat.

He might as well have punched Cas in the face, it would have made the same pain cloud Cas’ eyes the moment the words left Dean’s mouth. “I’m not going to ask you for anything, Dean,” Cas said quietly.

“Ask me for anything?” Dean echoed. “You dropped that confession on me. You didn’t think about what I wanted. You didn’t give me a chance to-” Dean broke off, trembling. He strode towards Cas, stopping only when they were practically nose to nose. “Fuck you for thinking that you were the only one who could want us.”

Cas blinked in confusion. “What?”

“Ask me for anything,” Dean said. “I’ll give it to you.” Dean took Cas’ hands in his. “Do you still want this?” he asked, their lips were so close. 

“I do,” Cas said in wonder. 

“I love you too,” Dean said before he surged forward, capturing Cas’ mouth with his own. His lips moved down Cas’ neck and his hands gripped at every bit of Cas he could find, reassuring himself that it was real. “Ask me to stop,” Dean whispered into his skin.

“I don’t want to,” Cas answered in a voice that was already on its way to being wrecked. 

“What do you want?” 

“Everything. Anything. You.”

“I’d give you the world if I could,” Dean said.

Cas smiled at him, eyes sparkling with tears, as he cupped the side of Dean’s face with a soft, warm, palm. “You already have.”

#trenchcoatimpala writes #destiel #post 15x18 #my writing #deancas #destiel drabble #spn #supernatural

[annmariethrush]

Thinking about Dean sitting in bed in the bunker with his big headphones on listening to Carrie & Lowell by Sufjan Stevens and letting himself cry cause he misses Cas and wishes that Cas would just stay. Just once. Feeling like he’s done everything to try and get him to stay short of outright asking. Regretting every time he’s pushed him away when he should have asked him to stay instead.

Thinking about Cas driving his truck on a dark road in silence, trying not to think about anything when he feels a distant wash of anguish come over him. A melancholy melody starts playing through his head that he doesn’t think he’s ever heard before. It repeats over and over “all of me wants all of you.”

#ripping my own heart out listening to Sufjan #this is my own fault #but these two longing after one another is my brain worms #all of me wants all of you Sufjan Stevens #sufjan Stevens #destiel drabble #destiel #deancas #casdean #destiel imagine #destiel ficlet #destiel fic #spn #supernatural #Castiel #Dean Winchester

[honeeybuunny]

dean: *playing with knives in his room*

cas: dean i think it’s time we talk about me being a top today—

dean: *is so surprised with how silently cas walked in, he looses concentration and drops the knife”

cas: *catches it right before it could harm dean’s other wrist*

dean: man—i can trust you with my life, with my body, with my soul - what a dumb question is that? of course, we can do that. and we should do it now cause the way you grabbed that knife, i wish it was my di—

sam: nEVER MIND ME. IM JUST PASSING THROUGH THE CORRIDOR TO MY ROOM. IVE GOT NO EARS— NO EARS TO BE ABLE TO HEAR THAT PART. UGH YOU GUYS really wtf

#dean loves his toys and his boyfriend #destiel drabble #destiel headcanon #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #poor sam #deancas #spn #spnfandom #spnfamily #supernatural

[hells-plaid-angel]

They’re on a hunt when it happens. It’s something so innocuous Cas doesn’t think about the action until they’re driving home. They’d pursued their monster-of-the-week and run into another hunter who claimed they were an old friend of John Winchester. 

It took too long for them to realise the hunter was the one behind the killings, acting as a go-between, doing some dirty work for Hell. They found themselves cornered in the man’s yard, trapped and backed into a corner with a not-so-friendly looking hunting dog standing between them, and the high fence, their only exit. Cas’ grace was failing, so he was unsure if he could get himself and the Winchester brothers out of the mess unscathed. 

Cas knew many things about Dean Winchester, he knew he wasn’t cruel for the sake of cruelty but he also knew any man with a gun in his hand, who found themselves backed into a corner would be tempted to fire. It wasn’t often Dean surprised Cas, but that day he did. He held his hands out in front of himself, open-palmed and moved slowly to greet the animal. Its pinned ears and raised haunches kept Dean several arms lengths away, but they stood facing each other until the animal calmed.  When it did, Dean touched the creature softly and ushered both Cas and Sam out. By the look on Sam’s face, Cas understood he’d also been surprised Dean’s plan had worked. 

It isn’t until they’ve caught the hunter and driven back to the bunker and Sam had retired to his room that Cas decided to broach the subject. 

“How did you know the dog wouldn’t attack you?” 

“Call it a hunch,” Dean replied trying to minimise whatever had occurred, letting Cas know he was touching on something important. 

Something Dean didn’t want to talk about, was usually the exact thing he needed to talk about. Cas isn’t sure how he manages it, but after a few prolonged glances and a long stretch of silence, Dean speaks. 

“It’s a hunting dog, Cas. Course it’s going to attack you if it’s been told to. I know they’re dangerous, I ain’t stupid. But you sit with the thing for a while, show it you can trust it,  and maybe it starts to get iffy. Thing doesn’t like to fight, it just does what it’s told. You pet it and confuse the hell out of it. Hunters want the things to be tough, so they never touch ‘em gently. Think it’ll make ‘em soft.” Cas understands.  Dean is the dog. 

Cas wonders if he’s ever been touched gently. He decides it’s his job to make sure Dean is. 

He spots a few scratches and bruises littering Dean’s body from the aftermath of the hunt and pulls him into the kitchen, trying to get a better look at him. He reaches out a hand to heal Dean but the man shrugs him off, making an excuse about not wanting Cas to waste his grace. That won’t do. Cas needs to show Dean that people can be gentle with him.

That’s how the two end up knee to knee at their unconventional version of a dining room table, with Cas helping to cradle a packet of frozen peas to Dean’s face. Cas tentatively strokes a thumb over the underside of Dean’s eyes, along his cheekbones. No one taught Cas how to be gentle, so he’s unsure if he’s doing it right, but from Dean’s stunned silence he thinks perhaps he is.

In the following days, Cas grabs every opportunity he can to touch Dean softly. He shocks Dean speechless as midway through a conversation Cas moves forward and gently brushes a strand of hair to the side, that had fallen into Dean’s eyes. When he needs to move past Dean he places a soft but firm hand in the middle of his back. He even throws a blanket over Dean’s shoulders on a partially cold morning. 

When he begins to run out of ways to be gentle he finds another, one that even Cas knows is toeing the line of things he can get away with. 

“Night, sunshine. I’m hitting the hay,” Dean grumbles, rising from his seat beside Cas in his ‘Dean Cave’ as the movie they were watching comes to a close. 

Cas stands with him before he can talk himself out of it and cautiously, places a kiss to Dean’s cheek. He lets it linger before pulling and mumbles, 

“Goodnight, Dean.” 

Dean doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything. He raises a hand to his cheek, as though to capture the heat of Cas’ lips and stares at him with wide-eyed amazement. And once more Cas sees the same look of frozen and confused horror as the dog. So it was true. Dean wasn’t used to being treated with such fondness. Cas would have to change that. 

#I've had a brain worm the past few days #so I'm sharing it with you #destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #destiel ficlet #destiel drabble #dean winchester #bisexual dean winchester #dean studies #cas #castiel #dean meta #let 'em be soft damn it #spn meta #destiel fluff

[deancaskiss]

one day cas leaves a lil note for dean in the cupholder of the impala and when dean picks it up and unfolds it his heart does a little flip flop in his chest when he reads ‘when you find this note, come and kiss me.’ and dean is immediately scrambling out of the impala and he catches up with cas in the hallway of the bunker and he pushes cas up against the wall and kisses him breathless. dean sneakily slips the note in cas’ trenchcoat pocket as he breaks the kiss, murmuring against cas’ mouth, “I found your note” and cas beams and leans in to kiss dean again. it’s an hour later when cas finds the note stashed in his pocket, and he immediately makes his way towards the kitchen where dean is cooking dinner and cas nudges dean back against the kitchen counter as he kisses him long and slow and deep. dean shivers and pulls cas impossibly closer by his tie and cas laughs softly against dean’s lips as he says “I found the note” before they’re kissing again. and somehow it becomes a Thing for them. that same little note gets passed around every day, sometimes placed in the laundry room or the dean cave or tucked inside a book or placed in the handle of the coffee mug. there’s always a whisper of “come and kiss me” and far far too many kisses that leave them both weak in the knees and breathless

#okay okay this is the last one I swear #good night yall #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #supernatural #dcsnapshots #deancas #deancas drabble #deancas headcanon #destiel headcanon #destiel drabble #domestic destiel #destiel kiss

[nayeliq1]

June 12th, prompt: Adventure

Grey has overtaken Dean's hair.

His skin has gone soft and wrinkly, his knees crack every time he crouches down, his steps have become slower, his arms weaker.

But that's okay, that's just what old age is like. He's just lucky he gets to experience it at all, and with Cas by his side - equally grey, equally wrinkly. Getting old really isn't all that bad when you get to watch the love of your life doing it alongside you.

Today, Jack has told them. Dean had known it was coming, it's alright.

"You ready?", Dean asks that night, a wrinkly hand searching for Cas' under the blanket.

"Yes." Cas squeezes his fingers, smiling calmly. And despite the lump in his throat, Dean isn't afraid, and he knows neither is Cas. "I've been ready for some time."

"I know, sweetheart."

"Are you scared?"

Dean's heart is beating a little too fast, but he shakes his head.

"Not really", he says truthfully. "Bit nervous, maybe. But hey, that's what imminent death will do to ya."

"It'll be fine, Dean." Cas pulls Dean's hand to his lips, presses a kiss to skin marked by age spots. "We'll be together in the Heaven our son built for us. If you know it's not the end, death is nothing but the next great adventure."

Cas is right, of course.

"And I can't wait to go on that adventure with you."

"See you soon", Cas smiles right before they close their eyes. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

Dean falls asleep with a feeling of peacefulness filling his whole body, and when he opens his eyes again, their bedroom is gone. He stands on a bridge surrounded by forest, body young and strong. Baby is there, but he doesn’t get in. He waits.

There's a shift in the breeze, a presence in his back.

"Hello, Dean."

And Dean smiles.

Let the adventure begin.  

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles

#this is far too long I'm so sorry #but eeeeeh we can let it get a bit out of hand as a land hurray on the last challenge day yeah? #dreamy drabbles #last day of dreamy drabbles #this went by so fast whut #destiel drabble #inspired by the ending of my fix-it fic #spn drabble #destiel ficlet #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #dean winchester gets to get old #as he deserved #cas is the love of deans life yall #drabble prompt: adventure #soft destiel #destiel fluff #my writing

[lazarus-rose]

For @dreampencil

It was two days after Jack dropped Cas back on Earth that Dean told him.

Sam had left to spend the weekend with Eileen (later, Cas found out that he had done this at Dean’s request) so it was just the two of them, the man and the angel, left in the bunker. Dean made dinner for them (his homemade burgers, because he knew how much Cas loved them) and insisted they eat in the Deancave while watching a film. Cas had been unable to really take in much of the movie because, a few minutes in, Dean put an arm around his shoulders.

Cas can still remember the way his grace had sung at the contact while his body stiffened. He had turned to look at Dean only to find the man staring resolutely at the TV, his face looking unusually pink. Cas spent the whole movie watching Dean out of the corner of his eye.

Dean didn’t look at Cas until the credits began to roll. He glanced at him, blushing even more when he saw Cas was watching him. He cleared his throat before turning the TV off and turning to face him. He twisted his hands anxiously in his lap before reaching out and taking one of Cas’ hands in his.

Electricity danced under Cas’ skin, both figuratively and literally. He was out of practice with his full power and it was taking most of his remaining concentration to keep it from bursting out of him.

He could feel Dean’s soul, pulsing through his skin, Cas’ grace wrapping around it automatically and rejoicing at the feel of it. He could feel the callouses on Dean’s hands, rough against his palms. Both his physical body and his angelic one longed for Dean.

“Cas, I…” Dean looked away, his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. He met Cas’ eyes again before continuing, “About what you said-”

“Dean, you don’t have-”

“Just, listen for a sec, okay?” Dean said, his hands tightening around Cas’. “I need to say this.” He took a deep breath. “Me too, Cas,” he said. “I love you too.”

Time seemed to slow. Cas felt like he was stuck between one breath and the next, suspended in this impossible moment.

His grace was the first thing to respond. Cas didn’t even notice the lights in the room growing brighter or the humming sound that accompanied the increased radiance. He only had eyes for Dean, just like back in the dungeon, when he had poured his heart out for the man he had fallen for.

Dean flinched suddenly, and then the room was plunged into darkness. It took Cas a second to realise that his grace had caused the lights to explode. He felt himself blushing in embarrassment as he pulled his grace back inside him, ashamed to have lost control.

He could feel Dean staring at him, could see the gleam of his eyes in the dark. And then the man chuckled.

“That was you, right?”

“Y-you love me?” Cas couldn’t focus on anything else.

Dean grew solemn again. “Yeah, I do.” When Cas didn’t respond, Dean tried to pull his hand back, but Cas latched onto his fingers, unwilling to let him go. Dean laughed again. “Dude, just…” He pulled his hands back gently and then reached out, blind in the darkness, until his searching fingers found Cas’ cheek.

Their first kiss was just as electric as the confession it followed. Cas was sure that, if the lightbulbs in the room weren’t already gone, they would have exploded again.

As time went on and their relationship progressed, Cas’ control of his powers got somewhat better around Dean, but it still wasn’t great. Dean loved seeing Cas unintentionally unleash his powers and sometimes deliberately went out of his way to make Cas lose control.

“Dean,” the angel warned him when he felt Dean’s fingers curling through his hair. The two of them were on their bed and Cas had his head resting in Dean’s lap.

“What?” Dean said innocently.

Cas opened his eyes and looked up at Dean, trying to appear stern. “You know what.”

Dean just smiled down at him before he began running his fingers through Cas’ hair. Cas could feel his grace responding, flowing out of his body and seeking out his beloved, radiating happiness and power. He didn’t protest again, even when he felt the power grow, spreading throughout the room and seeking out other sources of energy.

Cas sighed with both pleasure and resignation as the lights around them exploded. He looked up at Dean.

“Your eyes are glowing again,” the man told him, his hand moving to frame his face.

The grace shining through Cas’ eyes was enough to illuminate Dean’s cheeky grin.

“We’re going to have to replace the lightbulbs again,” Cas reminded him.

“Worth it,” Dean said. He leaned down and brushed their lips together briefly. “You know you’re awesome, right?”

Cas smiled. “So you’ve told me.”

#lazarus writes #destiel #fanfic #ficlet #fluff #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #destiel drabble

[verobatto-messy-art]

Suptober23 by @winchester-reload

Day 15: Abstract

AO3

"Do you want to see my abstract form, Dean?" Castiel asks and Dean stands up. They finished breakfast, and Sam ran to Eileen's place. 

"Of course!" Dean rushes as he rubs his hands in expectation.

With a ceremonious nod, Castiel stands in the middle of the kitchen and closes his eyes. He turns into a bright amount of different geometrical forms.

He's beautiful.

Clapping his hands, Dean approaches the angel.

"Do you like it, Dean?" The angelical forms flutter in the air.

"I love it! I love all of you!" Dean bit his lower lip before adding, "You could say, your hypotenuse is driving me crazy, Cas."

#suptober23 #day 15: Abstract #destiel #destiel art #destiel fic #destiel drabble #spn fanart #supernatural #my messy art #my writing

[naughtystiel]

“Hello, Dean.” A familiar voice sounded behind him. Dean had to close his eyes and inhale deeply through his nose to stay collected. His thumb played with a ring on his finger, rotating it.

Had it really been ten years already?

Dean had never wanted to live like everybody else, he knew this even as a kid. Their house was one of twenty, scattered around in between fields. For one it could appear appealing, perhaps idyllic.

Not for Dean.

When he was sixteen years old he bought himself a guitar; playing it made his heart sing. With the village being small, he pulled on the strings every night, the stars and vast meadow his only audience. There were no standing ovations though; he knew he had to leave.

Years had passed and the devil on his shoulder kept whispering to him to go, abandon his life of stillness, search for something that would help him rip out the thick roots he had grown there.

His mother’s tears made her rosy cheeks shine in the light of a candle when he told her it was time. A rosary in his small suitcase almost burned, her parting gift that he would never use. And from his father? Well, a pocket knife in his hand was all he left.

Dogs howled loudly, but the devil on his shoulder kept whispering to him sweetly as Dean walked for hours, following a sandy path, golden wheat on both sides. The sun threaded on his heels, up high in the sky. That particular summer was so hot Dean wondered if he hadn’t walked all the way to Hell to roast until there was nothing left of his flesh.

At last, his eyes could make out crossroads getting closer and closer, his steps quicker now, synchronised with his heartbeat. He had no clue if he should go left or right, but a silhouette stood in the middle and so Dean decided to ask them for help. The scorching sun was about to touch the horizon when the man turned around to face him. His striking blue eyes made Dean forget to question the long black coat he wore in such unforgiving temperature.

Come to me, boy. He said, his voice smooth like aged whisky, making Dean’s head swim.

You have free will, so I can’t help you to make the choice, but I can show you the available paths. I can show you the road to fame, career, to whatever your heart desires. He spread his arms and smiled widely, before he nodded his chin to the guitar hung over Dean’s back. You could play in the best possible venues.

Dean wet his lips, wishing he hadn’t drunk all his water earlier, his dry throat begging for something to soothe it. Just like his heart. He wasn’t a man in the middle of a desert, but the person in front of him was like a tall sign directing him towards an oasis.

I warn you though, you have to think about it. Really think about it, because once you follow this path… There will be no turning back.

Well, good. Dean didn’t want to look back at the place he had once called home. To him it was nothing but a bucket that kept taking and taking from him, and the well was now almost dry.

You can have all of this, but in return…? The man bit down a smile. I need your soul.

Dean wiped at his forehead, the sweat smudging dust on his fingers. Did the devil from his shoulder finally decide to show his face? The whispers filled his head with sweet temptations and so he listened, sold his heart and gave his soul away.

The man took a step towards him and with a charcoal covered finger, he lifted Dean’s chin up. Blue eyes ripped a wound into his heart before lips were pressed to Dean’s chapped ones.

I’ll see you around.

#destiel #deancas #destiel drabble #spn #supernatural #drabble.txt #vin.txt

[casdeans-pie]

When they first started sleeping in the same bed together Dean got worried that Cas would be bored, since he doesn't actually sleep

But Cas is just happy to be there with him. He holds him close while he's sleeping, vulnerable and soft, counts his freckles, counts his eyelashes, and kisses them softly when he gets overwhelmed and can't help himself

Sometimes he'll ask permission to slip inside Dean's dreams (Dean says he doesn't need permission but Cas insists) and they'll hang out in there like they don't already spend all day together

They end up in some strange places sometimes inside Dean's dreams. But they're most often sat together on the end of a rickety old wooden pier, fishing in a lake that doesn't contain any fish, enjoying each other's company

No, Cas is never bored while Dean sleeps. He feels like the luckiest angel in the world

#some more soft sleep related headcanons before I go to bed #destiel #destiel headcanon #destiel drabble #deancas

[itwasnightwhenyoudied]

Cas gets up suddenly, stepping onto the tiny stage at his and Dean's wedding and taking the microphone from the singer as they finish another cover from the happy couple's (that's them!) chosen set list. He nods solomny to the band, then proceeds to sing this All I Want Is You song that Dean has never heard before, swaying slightly out of time with the janky music, voice a full octave lower than most people who don't know him would probably expect, and yeah, a little out of tune.

Dean, looking over at a grinning Sammy and back again, surprised, smiling, misty-eyed and choked up, watches his angel—his husband—spill his heart out through the cringey lyrics, and has honestly never loved Castiel more.

(SONG LINK)

#a little late for their anniversary celebrations but who cares #i listened to this track today and SCREAMED INTERNALLY as to not scare the shit out of my cats #deancas #destiel #destiel drabble #destiel ficlet #destiel fic #all i want is you #barry louis polisar #spotify link #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #iwnwyd writes #itwasnightwhenyoudied

[trenchcoatimpala]

Shatter Pattern

Wrote a thing because things rattle around in my brain and I have to get them out. Read below or on Archive

Dean tried to let himself relax into Cas’ arms. He wanted to relax. But it felt impossible. He was stiff; tense. His body rejected the feeling of security Cas’ arms radiated. And he had to sit up, out of Cas’ orbit, his heart thudding in his chest. He wanted to tell Cas: yes, please hold me, keep me safe, kiss parts of me when I won’t notice. I want to fall into you, become part of you, drown in your presence and suck air from your skin. But his body coursed with nothing but its own betrayal because he could never let himself fall like that. How do you go from being the one who does the holding to being the one who’s held. Dean wasn’t used to being held. 

Dean hadn’t been held since he was four. The comfort and safety of his mother’s arms felt more like a dream, made up to help him cope with harsh realities, than an actual memory. He didn’t know why he was broken into pieces that didn’t match in their shatter pattern. There was no gluing back together parts of himself that didn’t fit or that he didn’t have because they were scattered under porcelain bowls in nameless bars, and wedged into stained motel beds; eaten by miles of black roadtops, and left behind in the dumpsters of small diners. Somewhere along the cross-country roadtrip of his life, he lost the part of himself that could sink into the safety of another person's arms.

It didn’t matter that he wanted it back, that he craved it so desperately he ached for it. That he cried out in the night begging to allow himself to agree to be loved. He could see the boy who’d gotten to grow up with that missing piece. He could see him standing on the other side of a chasm, laughing as he ran into his mother’s arms, growing up to marry someone he could let crowd into his space, wrap him in something that didn’t remind him of torment; that didn’t make him feel like he was suffocating. 

“Dean?” Cas asked softly, and his concern punctured a hole in his chest, letting the floodgates loose. 

“I’m sorry,” he cried. 

Cas’ hand was large and warm on his back and Dean wished he could sink into it. “For what?”

“I don’t know how to do this,” he sniffed. “How to let you in. I’m not- I’m not good at it. I’ve never been good at it.” 

“I know,” Cas said, and he kissed the top of Dean’s head, which only made him cry harder. “Shh, I know. It’s okay.” 

Cas rocked him so gently, pressed his lips to his hair, hummed something in Enochian that vibrated through Cas’ chest and into Dean’s back, pushing through him like a shockwave. His chest stopped constricting and his eyes fluttered shut on the last of his tears as Cas enveloped him in his grace. It was overwhelming, striking like a bolt of lightning through a cloudless sky, but suddenly he could breathe. 

“I’ve got you,” Cas soothed. “I’m here. I love you.” 

Dean let Cas’ words carry him forward. He stepped onto glass, blood blooming across the soles of his feet; walked down muddy roads where he had to pull himself free with each step, the squelch of wet matter trying to suck him back down; scratched himself on thorns that tried their damndest to embed themselves into the furthest reaches of his skin; and finally, he stepped over the edge of that chasm and heaved himself up the other side, panting and shaking beside that little boy he could of been. 

The boy smiled at him, freckles so prominent in the sunlight, and he took Dean’s hand and guided him to the last part of his journey, where he could let himself sink into Cas’ arms, fall under the calming waves, and breathe in the oxygen his lungs had been missing. 

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Dean does a whole speech when he proposes, he gets down on one knee, he properly plans it. But then Cas just stares at him with this look on his face and Dean gets nervous and starts fidgeting and eventually just goes "Cas?" in like this squeeky voice.

And Cas just reaches around the back of his trenchcoat and comes back with a ring box and if Dean's eyes begin to water and Cas drops to his knees to kiss his fiancé and they exchange rings with closed eyes because they know eachother's bodies blind, then that's between them.

And if Dean only gets a proper look at his ring after some of the most mindblowing sex in history, only to find it's made out of melted down angel blade and infused with grace, then the only logical next thing to do would be to curl up closer to his fiancé under the blankets and think about how he's never gonna take off this ring ever again.

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