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A list of things Cas has explored on purpose and likes the taste of: whiskey, White Castle, and shotgun shells.
A list of things Cas has been forced to taste: duct tape, raw hamburger, aspirin, breath mints, and his own blood. Way, way too much of his own blood.
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Dean watches as Castiel indulges in his insatiable curiosity and slowly learns what life in the 21st century tastes like.
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Six Months Ago, Dean received the stigmata- wounds that suddenly appeared on his body, bringing with them visions of crucifixion and the sickening smell of roses. He hoped turning water into wine and fighting Lucifer would be the extent of being The Second Coming, but he was wrong.
The Apocalypse is here and Dean will have more to fight than he ever imagined.
Dean may be the Messiah, but he doesn't feel like it.
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- Part 2 of Lazarusverse
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Castiel loves "humanity."
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- Part 26 of Destiel Poetry
- Part 24 of 365 Days of Destiel
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The first time he sees the Winchester, it’s through angelic eyes, his soul squished up warm and tight against thousands of his siblings.
It’s something else. Considering a few minutes ago he was dismembering a rugaru.
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James Michaelis, a seraph who got demoted after a rage-fueled punishment against humans, is starting to earn back his good graces through pain and supernatural exorcisms for the Catholic church, however he despises humanity for their flaws and weaknesses, traumatizing incoming exorcists and bishops who can't really handle him.
However, there's a new exorcist in town, Andrè Ellis, who might be the local church's only hope at handling James. Maybe he could teach James a thing or two about loving humanity. Maybe James might learn to love others in the process too.
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At war with himself, Dean stared into the blue eyes of Cas’s vessel, all the way through to his rainbow-shimmery being underneath (he was embarrassed to admit that he’d miss seeing the real Cas if he went all humane and became a real boy again).
Castiel stared back, his lips slightly upturned and his expression warmer than when they first met.
Maybe they’d both changed each other.
“Alright, Cas. I’ll let you Pinocchio me.”
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In other words, the one where Dean is a Demon at the beginning of Season 4 and Cas has to fix him
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Stretching his wings beneath the sun, Castiel consults the bees on the predicament of his love life. Cas thinks back to who he was before his fall, and figures out what his true happiness could look like.
For Liv.
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Post-canon. Angel-centric. Castiel isn't the only angel rescued from the Empty. Balthazar is free too. As he waits for Cas to recover, he must confront his own past--who he became and what he once wanted. While learning how Cas changed in the years after Balthazar's death, Balthazar wonders if Cas will be someone he recognizes and, more importantly, if he still means anything to Cas. Will Cas remember Balthazar at all?
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- Part 1 of The Limits of Enochian
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There’s hope in Dean’s eyes, a pure light. It makes Sam’s heart stop, and all he can think of is-
“No shit,” Sam breathes, voice catching like it did when observing two idiots in love so long ago. “They…?”
“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean whispers through tears streaming silently down his cheeks. There’s a disbelief in the laugh that follows, and Sam can’t help but agree with the sentiment. “There’s a way. It ain’t gonna be easy… Hell, it hasn’t been easy the past few weeks...” Dean finally locks eyes with his brother. “But I have to try. I can’t… I’ve lived without a chance for years. I have to take it.”
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It's been five years since the Winchesters defeated Chuck and the world was set right.
After five years, Dean's finally found a way to bring his angel back.
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One-shots of all the ways Castiel can be taken by The Empty.
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“I’d like to welcome you all here today to mourn the passing of a good friend.” His voice is solemn, the slight waver indicates that something is actually wrong – that Dean isn’t just playing a prank on them.
“He’s stuck with me for years.” Dean exhales. Castiel glances at Sam to see if he has any inkling of what is happening.
Why would Dean call them here? Today? To stand near a shallow grave?The set-up is a funeral. Not a hunter’s funeral but a more traditional one. But, the thing is, there’s no body to be seen. And in Castiel’s knowledge, for a funeral, you need a corpse.
Sam raises his hand half-way.
“What?” Dean seems annoyed.
“Are you talking about Cass?”
“No. Sam!” Dean rolls his eyes. “How can we have a funeral for Cass if he’s standing right there.”
"What I'm trying to say is that I love you Cass"
Castiel takes a step forward, wanting to pull Dean close – to hug him or to taste his lips, for the very first time – when he feels the tugging on his grace.
In his confusion, he stumbles, falling directly into the grave that Dean dug.
Never to rise again.
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“You told me in tongues.” Dean snaps “Can you try it again in English?”
At his side, Cass bristles. “My deal is when I’m happy he will take me.”
“Dean.” He begins. “The things that can make me happy are numbered. When the Shadow peered inside my mind, it saw everything. My feelings of inadequacy and uselessness, my greatest fears, my enemies… the people I love.”
“I’m not saying you made the wrong call Cass.” He says gently. “Just - why didn’t you tell us?”
“What would that have done?”
“Something.” Dean insists. “We'd have gone face to face with that monster!”
“There it is.” Cass says softly. “What good would that have done? The thing that could make me happy… facing off against the being who wishes to take it all away?”
That gives Dean pause. “Me and Sam… we make you happy?”
“Yes.” Cass says carefully. “Being with you and Sam brings me great joy.”
“Dean.” Cass says sternly, catching his attention. “Once I thought that you knew. You are a connoisseur in matters such as this. Now, that we're in a place that is all our own, I think you’re ready to hear this.”
Dean’s been ready for the past hour, but okay.
“You make me unbelievably happy Dean.”
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He doesn’t understand why Dean likes forcing them to watch his old stupid Westerns. Most times, Sam just goes along with it because he can just tune it out. Of course it helps that Cass always shows up for Dean’s movie marathons. He supposes it’s because Cass is a fan of hanging out with them. Or it could be because he likes popped corn. He usually eats at least an entire bowl-full, despite not actually needing to. Dean especially enjoys the way he sometimes uses his grace to pop the hard kernels that settle to the bottom.
With Cass’ grace waning though, Sam doubts that there will be any antics tonight.
Cass and Dean have just recently gotten back on speaking terms. And unsurprisingly, there was no gentle progression back into friendship. Both seemed eager to just pick up where they left off immediately.
Cass makes a strange noise as he stares down at his phone. Sam gives him a quizzical look.
“Dean, can you pause?” He asks.
Dean presses pause and looks between then, with a miffed expression.
“What?”
Sam just shrugs.
“Sam.” Cass says slowly. “You spell my name as ‘C-a-s-s.’ Why?”
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Castiel takes Sam up on the way he spells his name
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♫ If You’re Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands ♫ by sandean_cas
Fandoms: Supernatural
07 May 2020
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Dean fiddles with his glass. “I uh, now that this is over. Now that we can have a normal life. I’ve been thinking of starting something.”
Dean Winchester’s love. He knows that he must have it; in a certain capacity. But he wants it to be different. He wants Dean’s love to be of the same caliber as his… from the same deep seated desire.
“I’m happy for you Dean.”
“No you’re not.” He says with a dry look. “Do you want to at least meet them?”
Castiel would rather jump into hell but okay.
“Where is she?”
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Surveying the room, he finds nothing out of place. Castiel wonders where Dean’s lady is.
In typical Dean fashion, he saunters up to the closet and rips it open.
Really?
Castiel walks closer anyway, curiosity waring with his jealousy.
He looks inside and finds nothing.
“Do you see them?” Dean questions eagerly.
“No.” he says sourly.
Dean rolls his eyes. “Look closer.”
Castiel looks for the hell of it. And nothing. Big surprise.
“I see nothing but your lumberjack clothes and this infuriating mirror.”
Dean chuckles at his discomfort. “And who’s in the mirror, jackass?”
Castiel looks back, just to confirm.
“Me?”
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Dean pauses, hesitating slightly with one hand half raised. “You’re sure he’s sleeping right?”
Cass grins. “Definitely.”
“Are you like a bajillion percent sure?” Dean asks again, nervousness making his featured pinch.
Laying an arm on his hand, Cass whispers: “Yes Dean. He’s asleep. I should know because I see the same patterns when you are asleep.”
“Your creeper habits are coming in handy then.” Dean teases.
Cass shakes his head wryly, but his eyes are still filled with mirth. His head slowly gravitating towards Dean.
Their lips meet and their eyes shut in bliss. Dean’s hands make their way to Cass’ nape whilst Cass’ hands come up to cup Dean’s face, dragging him closer.
“Woah.” Dean says suddenly, his eyes darting back to Sam again. “Here?”
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Sam is just trying to sleep and Dean and Cass make some noise!
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The ocean.
The wind blows harshly against his back, pushing him towards his destiny.
What will Sam do when he finds out that Dean drugged him and bolted?
He can’t just not call.
Dean dials the number. Cass number.
“Hello Dean.” He can practically hear Cass squint. “Where are you? The cell signal is substandard.”
“Well.” He says brightly. “That’s the ocean for you.”
“You went to the beach?” Cass voice is dry and unbelieving.
“Cass.” He says, “I just called to say… goodbye.”
“Wait!” Cass says urgently. “Where are you going Dean? Is it fishing? Because if it is, I can come with you. I’m quite capable of standing immobile with a stick.”
Dean smiles. “Thanks for the offer Cass, but no.”
Dean hears a loud sound then. Like a door slamming shut. The only place with a door that sounds like that… is the bunker.
The bunker with poisoned Sam.
“You’re at the bunker.” He whispers in horror.
He almost drops the phone into the ocean.
This was a mistake.
Cass must have been tracking the call all this time. And Dean had babbled on and on and now Cass probably has his-
“And you’re on Vágur. You always did pick the best places to die.”
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When Metatron tells Castiel that Dean is dead... he does what any rational being would do: he frantically and chaotically combs through all of Heaven to find Dean's soul.
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“Sam, what’s wrong?” Eileen cups his face trying to steady his frantic movements.
Sam rests the bottle of whiskey to his side. “I think my brother is fucking an angel.”
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How I want the finale to go down.
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‘With You…And Sam’ – The Words Trapped In The Ellipsis by sandean_cas
Fandoms: Supernatural
25 Jan 2020
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Castiel fights to remain still under Dean’s ministrations as he swipes his thumb over the creases and sunken areas near Cass’ eyes. “You’re aging.”
“I am.”
“Are you – do you feel afraid.”
He looks Dean straight in the eye and with sincerity says: “No.” Because he isn’t afraid. He can still hear Dean’s prayer echoing inside his skull, like a song that had been seared into his brain. “I have you … and Sam to help me.”
“You do.” Dean’s voice is rough. Castiel realises how close to the things that should remain unspoken he’s treading, but he can’t help himself. Not when Dean is staring at him like that, eyes almost begging him to be the one to take the plunge.
“I –” Castiel clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “Maybe now I can grow old with you…” his pause is deliberate. His voice cutting off more abruptly than it should, leaving Dean with no choice than to recognise the pause for what it is; a fallacy. The barrier between what Dean perceives is right and wrong. The blockade separating the unspoken from the harrowing truth they’ve both known subconsciously for years.
And Castiel can’t bear to break it.
Not yet.
“… and Sam.”
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He's leaving again and there's only one thing Dean can do:
Cass.” Dean breathes a heavy sigh. “Hope you’ve got your ears on.”
Dean sees him freeze, one hand lingering on the edge of the table. After Purgatory… After Purgatory things were bad. In Purgatory, things were bad.
It was tumultuous. It brought up all the emotions that Dean doesn’t want associated with the angel right now. Like the need to kill his way through monster heaven just to find an angel who never wanted to be found.
Cass is right. He can’t talk to him; can’t look him in the eye.
But Dean can pray… not that he’s any good at that either.
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The praying scene... except Cass is two feet away.
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Dean’s seen some weird shit. Literally.
From faeces plastered on walls to in a truck stop toilet bowl. But never – never – has Dean seen something as weird as an angel boiling pizza.
“Cass I think-”
“No.” Cass cut him off, whipping back around to tentatively poke the slice with a fork.
Dean pities the poor slice as it turns soggy in the boiling, bubbling water.
“It’s r-”
“Dean please.” Cass says, waving the fork at him.
Sneezing, Dean almost loses an eye, but Cass doesn’t seem to notice, as he continues to glare down at Dean. “See.” He says haughtily. “You are sick. And I am taking care of you.”
The unmistakable pride in his voice is the only think keeping Dean from complaining. Cass wants to take care of him. So, he stows his complaints and watches as Cass mutilates the pizza slice, flipping it over, so all the toppings float into the water.
When Cass places the pizza and about half of the boiled water into a bowl Dean can’t help but jab, “And what do you call this dish Cass.”
“I- I made it especially for you.” Cass informs him with pride. “It’s a combination of your mother’s tomato rice soup, which always make you happy and pizza. I call it rizzoup.”