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“I want you to tell me why my name was on that DVD!” he shrieks.
That makes Dean pull up short. Cass is the picture of calm. He doesn’t scream or show emotions in general. “What’re you talking about man?” he asks, forcing his voice not to sound as gruff. He pats the edge of the bed and smiles as the bed dips with Cass’ weight. “Talk to me.”
Hands gripping the edge of the bed, Cass gulps, turning his head to Dean. He sees the panic in his friend’s eyes. “I just – I don’t understand things. And what I’m feeling right now… it’s just too much. It feels too intense. And I just can’t breathe. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong to feel like this but I just – I can’t stop it Dean.”
“What can’t you stop?”
Eyes, raw and brimming with emotion, Cass stares at him. “Why was my name on that DVD?”
“I don’t know.” Dean tries to convey his sincerity. “I really don’t know Cass.”
“But it said Cass.” His voice is small. “When I saw it on your bed, I thought it was mine.”
A chill goes through him. Cass … he couldn’t mean that DVD… could he?
“What DVD?” his voice is almost shrill. It’s like the babysitter and the pizza man all over again.
“Cas-a Erotica.” Says Cass.
14 Feb 2020
Castiel’s breath trembles as he marches away from Mary Winchester. He’s managed to go years without drawing attention from Sam and Dean. Every being they’d ever met - friend or enemy – had poked fun at Castiel’s affections. But the Winchesters, they were too adverse to the idea of being loved by someone so new in their lives… they’d never believed a word. And he was thankful for their oversight.
Castiel won’t survive being told to leave again. Things had just began to feel normal. Dean had given him a room. Carved a place out for him inside the bunker, Dean’s home. Dean would be betrayed to know about his feelings… disgusted even.
Castiel sits at the table, eyeing Mary, the ticking time bomb. She looks back.
Will she tell him? He doesn't know.
So he prays. Prays to to Chuck: please don’t let them know.
Dean has an obsession. It’s borderline crazy sometimes, as obsessions tend to get. Sometimes he spends hours behind it, frantically investigating.
Dean stalks Chuck Shurley.
So it’s shocking when he sees a new book appear. Because he’d signed up for all the alerts and pre-alerts.
‘How To Take Care Of Your Guardian Angel’
He shouldn’t… Dean clicks purchase.
13 Feb 2020
It’s strange how five little words can change your life forever.
“I’m in love with Dean.”
The words aren’t even directed at anyone… rather just said vaguely into the air.
Big romantic gestures had never been his thing. But he knows, as much as Dean hates to admit it… he loves chick-flicks. He wants someone who will be over the top just because they love him. Maybe that’s why Sam hadn’t just told Cass to abandon the whole idea.
Cass and Dean are already sitting in the kitchen when he wakes up and Dean is half surprised that Dean hasn’t already started bar hopping for women. When he whispers his concerns to Cass, the angel just whispers back: “I asked him to stay.”
Sam is still standing there awestruck when Dean’s teeth make a loud clank.
“Cass, did you forget a cinnamon stick or something in here.”
Sam glances across at Cass who nervously leans against the table, analysing Dean’s every move. He assumes Cass is waiting till Dean is done with the pie to talk to him about his feelings.
“Cass what the hell is this?” Dean’s voice is a combination of breathy, hopeful and terrified.
Sam whips his gaze around to find Dean holding a silver ring coated in half-chewed pie.
“You’re a real Cass-anova, aren’t you?” He hears Dean mumble, but his mind sounds far away. “Man, your penmanship is crappy. You got a pen?” Dean asks.
“A-at the bunker.”
Sam is straining to see what’s written on the paper but it’s too crumpled and too far away. He knew he should have brought along his binoculars.
“We have to leave then.” Dean says gruffly
When Sam enters the bunker he’s drenched in complete silence. He had expected to walk in in the middle of their blow out.
Sam’s eyes dart around looking for anything out of place. It takes him a minute but he finds a crumpled piece of paper on the map table.
Jolting forward he unwraps the note with trembling fingers.
(2) Country Holmes Apple Pie………$23.00
Lover’s Double Smoothie……………$5.00
He casts the paper aside in frustration before he can make it to the taxes. He runs a hand through his hair and he lets the paper drop.
That’s when he sees it: blue ink on the reverse side of the bill.
It’s Cass illegibly scribble alright.
Do you want to be my boyfriend?
“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.”
How I want the finale to go down.
You know how Dean Winchester doesn't wear shorts?
Well. Sometimes he does.
Unredeemed filthy porn on a car.
25 Jan 2020
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.”
“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.
“… and Sam.”
Wordlessly, Castiel drapes the blanket over Dean’s shoulders, smiling gently, and patting his shoulder. He’d have better luck with a giant, wet boulder.
“Warmth is a necessity.” The angel chastises. This isn’t ending well, is what Bobby surmises.
“You didn’t seem to think much about warmth when I found you on Baby, naked except for that blanket of bees. FYI they didn’t give you all that much coverage, if you know what I mean."
“Dean.” He says brightly, “Did you know that looking at someone’s genitals is a common sign of romantic interest or infatuation.” How the hell is Bobby in this situation?
“Dean!” protests the angel, as Dean lays down. Bobby leans against the table. Oh this is going to be good, he thinks, if by good you mean bad – where everyone will suffer. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet. If you go to bed hungry you stomach will produce extra acid and you can get a stomach ulcer.”
“Well Cass.” Dean bites out… drily… mockingly, “That’s what a have you for. The angel of no conflict and stomach advice.” If only that insult is were enough to suffice.
Bobby, while tethered to the flask, vows to make these to idjits drop their stoic masks.
“Look! Sam, Dean, a play!”
And damn it all if Dean doesn’t almost swerve off the road and crash as he takes in the sign.
‘Supernatural: The Musical. And of course, Marie’s face is plastered on the side. Don’t kids ever learn anything?
“Dean hates that play.” Sam provides, as Dean continues to sulk in silence.
He hates people knowing about his life. About things that he hadn’t even told his brother… things that he didn’t want to acknowledge as real.
Cass frowns. “From what I can see it seems like it’s a fairly accurate portrayal of your lives.
“Yeah, but it’s our lives Cass. It talks about all our rough patches and fights and every bad thing that ever happened. Why would we watch it?”
“Because I want to see it. I’ve never seen a musical before.”
“Yea, well, you can barely call this a musical.” He mutters, turning on his indicator anyway.
Team Free Will 2.0 watch the supernatural play... only some things in the second act have changed.
When Dean finds out Castiel thinks they could be a good couple how will he cope?
Will he push him away?
Or will unforeseen circumstances force them to face the music?
Sam’s seem some strange things in his life.
A werepire… a Jefferson-Star-Ship.
Fanfiction about him and Dean in some seriously convoluted positions.
Enough rotting corpses to drive the average human completely insane.
And yet… somehow… finding Dean propped with one leg on a chair and Cass entire head between his legs is the cheery on top the cake.
It’s not like this is a public space or anything right?
Wrong! It’s the kitchen. Of all places and Sam feels like the biggest creep alive, because in those seconds of shock, as his mind begins to process what he’s seeing, he remains completely immobilised. It’s like all the bandwidth from his normal functions has been entirely converted into the energy needed to process this – this – occurrence.
Dean and Cass.
Cass and Dean.
Worst of all are Dean’s commands. “Go up Cass. Not down.”
“Oh my God!” he shrieks.
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.
“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.”
Dean sends Cas a rude text message. Cas's unexpected reply kicks off a game of gay chicken that Dean is likely to win even if he loses.
Amara injured Castiel's grace and he's dying. He thinks the Winchesters won't care. Just how far will Dean go to prove him wrong?
“My grace has settled.” His voice sounds bitter to his own ears.
Dean winces, and he can practically feel the man draw away. From the way the veil drops over his open, inviting gaze to how his eyes now flit everywhere but to Castiel’s.
“You only did this to keep me alive Dean.”
“How do we know it even worked?” demands Dean, “You don’t even know for sure? Let’s just finish what we started.”
Almost amused, Castiel grins, “Well, seeing as I’ve had my grace for millions of years, I believe my opinion will do.”
“No! It – you – Jesus!” Dean hooks his ankles over Castiel and turns them so fast they almost tumble off the bed. Castiel realises what Dean wants… what he’s trying to do.
He wants this to continue as much as Castiel does. But he’s too scared to ask. Castiel can see the shame swirling in his eyes, filtering back into his brain like poison. Dean will destroy himself over this whether or not it happens.
He brings his lips to Dean’s once more shifting his hips so that the tips of their erections graze each other. “Let’s finish this Dean.”
Cass’ nose is almost poking Dean’s eye out but his face is the picture of concentration as he pinches Dean’s nose between his thumb and fore-finger, his other hand covering Dean’s mouth completely.
“Okay. What the hell?” he announces.
The thumb war is explainable, the twister was actually nice and though the dancing was strange, it has nothing on this.
“You two having a staring contest?” Sam wonders.
“No Sam.” Cass explains, picking up the stop watch. “Dean said he could hold his breath for two minutes. I didn’t believe him.”
“Ha-ha! Sucker!” Dean wheezes as the watch beeps.
“Though,” Cass rubs his chin in consideration, “A staring contest is a very good idea Dean.”
Then they both sit pull up a chair and sit, bending forward to rest their elbows on their knees in a way that pushes their faces even closer.
“Let’s begin.” Cass announces.
Dean nods once, then they stare.
By now Sam should be used to it. But as bad as they may be, they’ve never stared at each other for over two minutes before.
Sam is flabbergasted.
Cass is engineering these… games, in order to get closer to Dean. Physically closer.
And Sam wants to know why.
“Cass said yes.” Dean chirps happily. He leans closer to Sam, “when I asked him to marry me.”
Choking, Sam gives him an incredulous look.
“I know right.” Dean chuckles, “It only take you almost killing a guy to realise that you’re in love.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Sam’s voice is choked and Dean is suddenly pissed again. “You can’t even be happy for us. After all we’ve been through; we finally found something worth living for.”
“You’re right Dean. I’m sorry.”
“Sammy why are you crying?”
What if Dean didn't miss and instead of stabbing the book, he stabs Cass?
What if his mind blocks out the trauma leading Dean to believe Cass is still alive... just invisible?
Cas says in a soft timid voice,
His hand ceasing its movement in my hair,
But not pulling away.
"What's wrong Dean?"
"I Know I don't say this often Dean,
But I'm really proud of you.
And I'm happy that you have finally found that slice of apple pie,
You have been dreaming off our whole lives."
"You Damn idjits!
I have been standin out here in the boiling heat for 10 whole minutes!
What did you guys forget ya invited company?"
"Well hey Bobby,
I missed you too."
"Because it's not normal Dean and I don't want to push your boundaries and do something that may make you uncomfortable.
Or ruin what we have when your little
A four chaptered section in my ongoing series Little did you know.
- Part 12 of Little did you know.
6. Outfit of the day
7. Battered and Bound
10. Season 15
15. Led Zeppelin
23. No exit
Fandoms: Supernatural, Hetalia: Axis Powers
22 Oct 2019
Unknowing to the Winchesters after they stopped the Apocalypse...the countries are sentient living beings... Now the nations of the world thanking the Winchesters for saving them. Some will bring gifts, some will invite them, some will shake hands, some will hug, some will kiss, and just patting their heads or backs. Some will either excitedly, politely, emotionally or reluctantly thank them.
- Part 1 of Hetalia Supernatural crossover!
In which Dean is being a stubborn idiot and gets hurt because of it, Cas saves him, Sam walks in on something he wishes he could unsee and Gabriel is being the little shit that he is. All in all, everything just as it should be. Only with kisses.
- Part 7 of Kinktober 2019
Dean is conducting an elicit affair with some enigmatic chick with no name and no discernible features. Sam, like a good brother he stalks them hoping to find some answers. Along the way some mistakes are made, a multitude of confused and terribly ill-informed deductions are made along with some really sappy love confessions.
And when Sam finds out who the 'mystery woman' really is, just how well will he take it?
Sam finds Dean in the Impala with a 'mystery woman,' and makes it his life's mission to find her.
And he does.
Except it was actually Cass the whole time.