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i hate that September 18th is permanently engraved in my brain as a date i need to remember every god damn year for the rest of my life. anyway happy deancasiversary i guess 🎉
#i saw the date and was like. todays important but i dont know why. and let me tell you when i remembered what it was i wanted to KILL#supernatural#sigh#deancas#spn
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The one thing I want, It's something I know I can't CAN have
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Happy one year of canon destiel!
#happy deancasiversary!!!!#sorry for my horrible handwriting lol#destiel#deancas#castiel#dean winchester#spn#supernatural#spn fanart#supernatural fanart#destiel fanart#deancas fanart#my art#digital art#nov 5th
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oh my god theyre for real married
#birb drew a thing#spn#castiel#supernatural#dean winchester#destiel#deancas#spnart#procreate says i spent 82 mins on this so that's a recipe for success#anyway! happy 1 year deancasiversary#my original caption was gonna be like. cas has spent the last hour talking about plants#which is true#that's what he has spent the past hour doing
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"Happy Anniversary, babe!"
"Happy Anniversary—and Valentine's—Dean."
"Which one d'ya like best then, hmm?"
"I like the ones with you in them, Dean."
"I'm in 'em all, brainiac."
"I know."
"Yeah, alright, y'big sap... Love you too, Cas."
cas and dean go to san francisco for their 1 year anniversary, and to a photobooth on the day to mark the occasion. and yes, dean even wears flowers in his hair later on that evening.
#happy anniversary lads :')#deancasiversary#the anniversary#destiel anniversary#destiel#destiel art#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#they're fucking married#spn#spn fanart#fanart#art#queer art#queer artist#all-or-nothing-arts#all-or-nothing-baby#spotify
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Romantic at Heart
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happy anniversary dean and cas!!! here’s to many more <3 the rest is under the cut or on ao3!
They agreed months ago that they didn't need to do anything big for their anniversary, even if it was their first. We’ve practically been married since Purgatory, at least, Dean had said, then joked, Maybe that’s the anniversary we should be celebrating. Happy eleven year anniversary of not dying in Purgatory, babe. There’s no need for gifts or grand declarations of love today.
Today has been, for the most part, an ordinary day. Cas is enjoying his day off from the library, Dean is at work— apparently, his boss at the garage couldn’t spare him— and other than some innuendos before eight a.m. and a quick “happy anniversary, Cas,” before he left, the day has gone exactly like every other Monday.
Cas appreciates that. It means that Dean will be even more surprised when he gets home.
Not that Cas is doing anything huge. Dean is right, they don’t need to do anything extravagant to remember that they love each other; the rings on their fingers are reminder enough. But he also knows Dean is a romantic at heart and will secretly love it when he sees the bouquet Cas is going to give to him.
It’s a fairly generic one, made of red roses, pink carnations, and white camellias. There’s a violet red, glittery heart sticking out of the top of it with a (highly unrealistic) drawing of a cherub that says in a loopy script be my angel? that Cas is definitely taking out before he gives it to Dean. It’s good for a Walmart bouquet, though, especially since it’s Valentine’s Day, and flower sales are through the roof.
The plastic wrapping crinkles as Cas adjusts his grip on the bouquet. A quick glance at his phone shows that he has about two hours before Dean should be home. Plenty of time, but he still picks up his pace as he walks toward the checkout.
In the space between the aisles and checkout are various circular Valentine’s Day displays, decked in reds and pinks. The one nearest to Cas is piled high with heart shaped boxes of chocolates. He pauses. He’d only planned on getting flowers, but Dean would enjoy chocolate, too. Food was one of the many ways to Dean’s heart, and chocolate was romantic, right?
Before Cas can fully come to a decision, someone ducks out of one of the aisles, making a beeline for the boxes. Cas freezes.
Dean slows his cart to a stop and picks up one of the boxes, skimming the writing on its top. He nods to himself, looking pleased.
Dean is supposed to be at work. He isn’t supposed to be at Walmart. Especially not when Cas is trying to surprise him, and—
“Dean?”
Dean’s head snaps towards him. His eyes widen with panic for a moment and he shoves the chocolate into his cart as though that will keep Cas from noticing it. “Cas! You come here often?” he asks, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“I thought you were at work,” Cas says. He shoves the bouquet behind him.
“Yeah! Sure am!” Dean says.
“You work… here. At Walmart,” Cas repeats.
“No, uh,” Dean is clearly scrambling for an explanation, “actually, the boss man sent me to buy stuff. So I’m buying stuff. So technically I’m still working.”
Cas takes a couple steps forward to peer into the cart. There’s the box of chocolates, but also other stuff. Food like meat and pasta, plus some other random things like a cheese grater and candles. When he looks back at Dean, Dean’s face is bright pink.
“Okay, yeah, I’m not working,” Dean admits. He rubs at the back of his neck. “I was gonna surprise you with a candlelight dinner from those romcoms you like.”
Cas loves him. So, so much.
“The romcoms I like?” he says instead.
Dean, if possible, goes pinker. He smiles, though. “Shut up.”
“Because,” Cas continues, “if I recall correctly, you were the one who picked the Wedding Singer last week—“
“I’ll divorce you,” Dean threatens.
“No, you won’t,” Cas says knowingly.
Dean shoves him lightly. “Asshole.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “You love it.”
“Damn right I do.” Dean winks at him. “So, what are you doing here?”
“Shopping,” Cas deadpans. He tucks the flowers a little more securely behind his back. Not securely enough, apparently, because Dean grins.
“What are you hiding?” he asks.
“Nothing,” Cas says, wishing he wasn’t such an awful liar.
Dean gives him a look.
Cas sighs. So much for surprises. He holds out the bouquet. “It’s for you. Happy anniversary, Dean.”
Dean’s grin softens into something more intimate. Cas was absolutely right. Dean loves the flowers.
“I thought we weren’t doing anything for today.” Dean’s ring flashes as he takes the bouquet.
“You’re the one who snuck out of work to buy chocolate,” Cas says.
“Never had work, just got Joe to say I did so I could surprise you,” Dean waves him off, then points accusingly at him, “and you’re the one who bought me flowers.”
“Actually, I didn’t buy them. They still belong to Walmart.”
“Dude. You don’t just give a guy flowers if you haven’t bought them—“
“Well, you were the one who wanted to know what I was buying—“
“You’re knocking my socks off with your charm,” Dean quips.
“That was the intention,” Cas says dryly.
Dean snorts. Somehow, he manages to be both sarcastic and sincere when he says, “You’re doing great, babe.”
Cas takes in the upwards quirk of his lips and the smile lines around his eyes. All he can think about is how lucky he is to have such a dork as his husband. He smiles.
The bouquet is pressed back into his hands and it startles Cas out of his reverie.
“Alright. How about we pretend this never happened,” Dean suggests, “and when I get home with stuff for dinner and you give me the flowers you’re gonna buy and we both act like we’re surprised. Capiche?”
“Capiche,” Cas says, grin widening.
“Awesome,” Dean says. He leans forward, hands coming up to frame Cas’ face, and kisses him gently.
“See you at home,” Cas says.
“Sure thing, Mr. Winchester,” Dean says. He grabs the handle of his cart again and starts wheeling it away. It’s not long before he turns back to Cas. “Nice topper, by the way,” he adds, gesturing to the godawful cherub in the bouquet.
Dean isn’t going to let Cas forget that. Not for the rest of their marriage.
Cas is more than okay with that.
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8 months since cas is gay, dean reciprocates, and they're in love. happy 8 months to the dumbass old men (affectionate)
#castiel#dean winchester#destiel#spn#supernatural#deancas#casdean#nov 5th#8 months#theyre in love your honor#8 month anniversary#dean#cas#happy 8 months#theyre old married men#idiots in love#deancasiversary
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dean and cas are happily married, they chose each other despite god etc etc, anyway stream the cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
#spn fic#supernatural fic#hurt no comfort#read my fic. I am not longer asking 🔫🔫🔫#remember remember the fifth of november when the angel came out as gay#November 5 2020#destiel#deancas#my writing#happy deancasiversary#happy anniversary to the desticule#here's some angst
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drew a leviathan blossom for their anniversary, it being a symbol for their enduring love and all
happy deancasiversary!
#destiel fanart#kinda?#happy valentines day hellers#have this#destiel#deancasiversary#destiel wedding#creativecaviar#my arts
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Ah, the moment we've all been waiting for *greatest showmen intro music starts playing*
#dean and cas#spn#supernatural#deancas#destiel#them#castiel#dean winchester#nov 5th#nov 5 2021#happy deancasiversary
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So let me get this straight. On March 5th, we got the incredible WandaVision finale. And on April 5th we get a Loki trailer. Now I’m not saying Marvel is celebrating the anniversary of gay love the only way they can but
#girl help I’m rly tinhatting over here#happy deancasiversary everyone#remember remember the 5th of november#deancas#destiel#supernatural#spn#castiel#misha collins#television#dean winchester#jensen ackels#marvel#loki#mcu#disney
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It’s officially November 5th in the U S of A
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Happy Anniversary -- Deancas x son!reader (he/him)
TW/CW: Food mentions, light swearing (uncensored), canon-typical mentions of s/x, but nothing actually shown. Mentions of J*hn’s bad parenting.
Summary: They’ve been dating for four years, and somewhere along the line, they picked (y/n) up. To celebrate their fourth anniversary-- their first anniversary with a son-- they do something special.
Guys this has been in my drafts since literally January fifth.
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The night before, Dean couldn’t sleep. He laid in bed with his lover, his angel, his Cas, and stared at the ceiling. Every once in a while, he felt the mattress shift, and he turned to check on the sleeping man beside him. After four years, he still wasn’t used to sleeping next to the angel. Hell, he didn’t think he would ever get used to it-- the domesticity, the gentleness, the pure love-- he had never had this. It was the kind of love you saw in the movies and scoffed at. It wasn’t real, and if it were, it would be when you found a hot woman at a sleazy bar, and fucked in the cheap motel across the road.
Castiel changed that. He didn’t even know what he was feeling was love. Cas made him understand. He knew, suddenly, why Sam had been devastated by Jess’s death; why John had abandoned everything, even his own children, to get revenge for his wife. Dean shuddered as he remembered the fires, promising to never let anything hurt Cas.
“Dean,” Cas mumbled. “C’mon. Sleep.” He threw an arm around the Winchester, pulling them together. Dean rolled over, wrapping Cas in his arms, holding him tight.
“I love you,” He whispered as he buried his face into the angel’s hair. He kissed his head gently, tightening his hold briefly. “Now and forever.”
“I know,” he whispered back, reaching up to squeeze Dean’s hand. “And I love you too.” Dean slowly relaxed, telling his negative thoughts to go to hell, and slowly fell asleep to the sound of Cas’s steady breathing.
He had less nightmares now. Maybe it was because they gave up hunting, or perhaps time really did heal all wounds, but it was a welcome change. And when he did have a nightmare, his lover was right there next to him.
The sun shone through little gaps in the curtains, painting sunstripes across the room. In the faint golden light, Cas seemed to glow, and Dean gently clutched his hand. They had long since given up on alarm clocks; there was no point to waking up early when there were no threats. “Happy anniversary, lover boy,” Dean whispered into his ear before standing up and stretching quietly. He tiptoed out of the room, heading down the near silent hall.
Stopping at a colorfully decorated door, he cracked it open and peeked in. “Well good morning kiddo,” he grinned at his son, who sat awake and reading a fairy tale book on his bed.
“Morning dad!!” He jumped up, running to hug him. “Where’s papa?”
Dean smiled, ruffling his hair. Adopting this little ray of sunshine had been one of the best decisions he ever made. “Well, it’s a very special day today.” he pressed a finger to the child’s lips in a shushing motion. “Four years ago, your papa and I said that we love each other.”
(y/n)’s eyes widened and he bounced on his toes. “Can we make an extra special surprise for him?” He looked up at Dean with begging eyes. “Please?”
“You read my mind, buddy. Wanna make him some extra special ‘I love you’ pancakes?” He grabbed (y/n)’s hand and walked him down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“Yeah!” he squealed, tugging on Dean’s hand. “C’mon, faster! We gotta surprise him!”
Dean swore when he saw this kid that no harm would ever come to him. He remembered his own childhood, how he was forced to play mother and father at a young age. He hardly remembered ever being this happy, but Mary told him some stories when she came back. He smiled sadly, knowing that she would’ve loved (y/n).
“You’re right, kid. We gotta hurry. In fact,” he let his voice trail off, and picked the kid up, running down the halls with (y/n) over his shoulder. He giggled in delight, holding on to Dean’s hair.
When they got to the kitchen, Dean put him down, slightly out of breath. “Pancakes, dad, pancakes!” (y/n) ran to the pantry, finding the box of pancake mix and putting it on the counter. He was still a little short to use the counter, but he didn’t let that stop him. “We need milk!” He pulled it out of the fridge, clutching it to his chest so that he wouldn’t drop it.
“Wow, you’re so strong,” Dean chuckled, getting an egg from the still-open fridge. He also grabbed some measuring cups and a bowl. He did all the measuring, with an excited child clinging to his leg, but he let (y/n) do the mixing. He spooned a few circles of batter onto a buttered griddle, smiling at the quiet sizzling noises. “Do you think papa would want some bananas with his pancakes?”
(y/n) cheered and ran over to the fruit bowl sitting on the counter next to the sink. “Can I cut up the bananas?”
“Sure, buddy.” Dean flipped the pancake and helped his son get a butter knife and cutting board. “Can you peel the banana?” He nodded excitedly, his small hands grasping the end of the banana. It took him a moment of twisting, but the banana peel cracked open.
“Dad, dad, look!” He proudly held the peeled banana up to Dean’s face.
“Wow,” he nodded in approval. “Soon enough, you’ll be a better banana peeler than your papa and I. We’ll have to ask you for help peeling our bananas.”
(y/n) giggled and turned to the cutting board. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to cut the banana into even slices. They were a little lopsided, but as Dean turned to plate the pancakes, his heart swelled with pride. He hadn’t known how intensely he yearned for this life; until they adopted (y/n), this sort of domestic life was a fantasy, a sweet nothing that he dreamt about while he laid in bed. Seeing his son beam up at him? That was real, and that was good, and he would do anything to protect that innocence.
“I did it!” He clapped, still holding the butter knife. Dean knew that it was harmless, but his heart dropped when he saw the waving knife.
“Hey, hey, kiddo,” he rushed over, stilling his hands. “Let’s not do that with a knife, okay?”
“Okay,” he giggled and placed the knife on the table before resuming his clapping.
“Now c’mere, lets put the bananas on the pancake.” They arranged the banana slices into a heart, and Dean drizzled maple syrup over the whole thing. “Let’s bring it to papa, okay? We gotta be real quiet so we don’t wake him up.”
The pair tiptoed down the hallway, Dean carrying the tray. He knew, technically, that Cas didn’t see the point in eating. How he tasted each individual molecule, not the food as a whole. That just meant more pancake for himself and (y/n).
“GOOD MORNING PAPA!” (y/n) shouted as they opened the bedroom door. “Look, look, we made you pancakes! Happy I love you day!” The child ran up, tackling Cas in a hug. He didn’t quite know what an anniversary was yet, but his excitement was contagious. Dean placed the tray on their bedside table and leaned over to kiss Cas.
“Morning angel,” he murmured as (y/n) stuck his tongue out in childish disgust. “Happy anniversary.”
“Good morning,” Cas smiled into the kiss. “I see you made some pancakes.”
“All for you,” Dean pulled away and placed the tray over Cas’s lap. “Well, mostly for me and (y/n).”
"I can see that," he gestured towards the young boy, already trying to sneak a banana slice off the plate.
In that moment, there was just love. The room was filled with it, and it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Cas and Dean embracing each other on the bed, watching their son run around with glee, relishing the little life that they carved out for themselves. This was theirs. Their little corner of the world, safe from monsters and demons and gods.
And may God help the poor fool who tries to take it away from them.
#happy deancasiversary#happy six months you dumb fruits <3#supernatural#yes this IS me projecting#j? overusing the word lover? mmm. yes <3#i have literally had this in my drafts for months without finishing it lmao#supernatural fanfiction#Supernatural fanfic#supernatural x reader#supernatural x reader fanfiction#x reader#x reader fanfiction#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#castiel#castiel x reader#castiel fanfiction#castiel x reader fanfiction#deancas#fluff#fluff fanfiction#supernatural fluff
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Listened to the night we met the whole drive to work, and now I have to walk into this office and act like a normal person. This is excruciating.
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I’m not proud. Or tired
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a lot of things can change in a year. even more things can change in 13 years.
that's all dean can think about as he trails his fingers over cas' back and across his shoulders. they've spent the day celebrating cas' birthday, and dean can't stop thinking about how much has changed... and yet, some things are constant.
the way cas looks at him is still the same; bright eyed and tender yet full of adoration, as if dean hung the moon and the stars.
the way dean feels about cas; this blooming emotion of longing and love that permanently curled around his lungs and wrapped around his heart.
the way they both gravitate towards each other; eyes locking from across the room and having a million conversations through just a glance or they way they lean against each other as if there's nowhere else they want to be except right next to each other.
cas is still cas and dean is still dean. yet they've changed together. become happier and more content. found love and held on tight.
they became them. not just dean and cas, but deanandcas.
and maybe that was a change. or maybe it was a constant between them that was always there.
when dean murmurs his love against cas' skin, cas pulls him close until their lips meet. love expressed through touch that words could never describe.
#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#spn#supernatural#cas day#castiel day#happy birthday castiel#happy birthday cas#deancas#deancasiversary#destiel drabble#deancas drabble#userpris#offbeattraxx#gentraxx#inacatastrophicmind#becauseofthebowties#subtext4thewin#bex writing
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