Pluto’s Ultimate Destiel Fic Recs
“Y’know, I don’t think we have a customer who cares about the plants as much as your husband does. He’s so gentle with them.”
Dean’s opening his mouth to agree when he realizes what she just said, and his brain goes offline.
Or, Dean is forced to define what exactly this thing with Cas is.
26 Jun 2021
"Fine, whatever. Love you too, asshole. I hope you enjoy your walk home with your stupid, grainy bread. Taking Nature's Own a little too much to heart, but sure," Dean tells him, flashing him a sarcastic smile and swiveling around in the aisle to march away. He throws out something over his shoulder, careless and barbed. "I'm not paying for that shitty cardboard."
Dean's three aisles over when he realizes what, precisely, he said. Thankfully, when he comes to this conclusion, he's holding a box of poptarts, so when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, it's not a huge mess. He stares down at the slightly dented box of Brown Sugar Poptarts, and he has a very swift and very unshakeable crisis right there and then.
Love you too, asshole.
No, no, no. Why would he say that? Why would he do that? In the middle of the goddamn grocery store while arguing about bread? That's not—that can't be how it happens. That can't be.
The walls bleed black again, and Castiel is deposited back into the room he was snatched from in a far more undignified manner than he left it.
His face is hot when he pulls the beer away from his mouth, a rising sense of panic fluttering in his chest. He has thought these things, known them, of course, but it feels so different now because Dean will know. He is going to look at Castiel and know exactly how he feels, what he thinks. That is...distressing.
Perhaps Dean will avoid it. He is very good at doing those things. When faced with something he simply doesn't want to acknowledge, that's his first method of handling the situation, and Castiel is sure that it will go this way again. He is banking on it, in fact.
It will be fine. He has Jack. Sam will be here, a welcome presence and a perfect buffer.
It's all going to be fine.
- Part 2 of Cursed Metaphors
Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.
He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.
"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.
By nightfall, Cas is gone.
“People out there, Dean? They’ll chew you up and spit you out. You gotta learn to exist in the hearing world, or you’re never going to get anywhere. Learn to deal with it,” Dad had said, over and over.
Dean knows it's bullshit.
But that doesn’t mean it's easy to do any different, even with his Dad long gone.
Fighting the world and with something to prove, Dean Winchester goes back to college, years after he initially dropped out. After a lot of persuasion from his found family, Dean agrees to have an interpreter assist him with his classes.
Enter Castiel Novak, a gorgeous ASL interpreter who might be even more stubborn than Dean.
- Part 1 of All Signs Point to Love