Destiel

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Tags: hurt/comfort, canon divergent, idiots in love

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All right, we’re officially outta gauze. We talkin’ about it?”

Cas sighed. His eyes swam along the ceiling, just as they’d been doing the entire evening. Through every stitch and wrap, he wouldn’t bring ’em down. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said quietly. “It was just bad luck.”

“Uh uh. This ain’t bad luck. Bad luck is what Sammy’s gonna have if I lose you messy on a bad hunt. So how bout you go ahead and try that for me again.”

“It was just supposed to be one mimic—”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation— You know better than that!”

“Things happen, Dean. Things outside of our control. This was that. Things happened. It was a bad lead, but I made it out. That’s what should matter right now.”

Dean shook his head, tossed an empty gauze roll, now just a cardboard skeleton, and watched it clatter against the tin garbage can. Roll away. Tip and settle on its side near the door. It felt like it’d wobbled into his gut. He fussed at a frayed string along the fresh wrap at Cas’ chest, red already weeping through the cotton. He waited. When Cas still didn’t look at him, he sloughed the whole nurse routine and slid gentle fingertips up the bruises on his neck. Kissed the rough turn of his jaw as he planted a knee on the bed and stretched over him, careful of where he put his weight. Stopping only as Cas reluctantly caught his eye. “Yeah, it does matter,” Dean agreed. “Which is why you can’t just rip your grace out and run, balls out, toward the first hunt you find. I don’t care how good you are. You shoulda told me. Or you should’ve at least told Sam.”

“I did tell Sam—“

“Before it was a 9-1-1, Cas! Okay? Before! That wasn’t okay, and I’m pissed at you for it!”

Tears cropped up in Cas’ eyes, the deep frown in his brow waning to worry. “I know,” he relented. “I’m pissed at me too. It was stupid.”

“It was stupid—damn stupid.” Dean felt it go, the little water balloon of emotions in his chest that used to have brick sides and no air holes. It was exposed now, popped easily with Cas’ pins. “I can’t lose you, you understand? Not again. I don’t think I could come back from it.” Tears ate down his face, and Cas urgently chased them, trying to thumb them away. Like the whole world would fall with them if they got down too far.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, exhaustion, maybe pain, finally winning out in his stubborn body. Or maybe he just couldn’t handle seeing Dean raw. Maybe that’s what shattered him every damn time. “It was just supposed to be one Mimic. Just one Mimic.” His own tears escaped, rolled through his temples into his hair, then onto the soft pillow behind his head, and Dean suddenly felt compelled to stop those too.

“All right, that’s enough.” He kissed Cas’ cheek, the wet trail at his temple. Dragging the tip of his nose gently alongside Cas’ again, where it belonged. It was easy sometimes to forget he was a warrior. A real one, not like Dean. He was Heaven-forged and army-trained. At one time, he was the leader of his own battalion. An angel strong enough to crack God’s hold and receptive enough to learn to love. Wise enough to understand the weight of both. And all of that was tucked into a fragile human now, healing beneath the sheets of Dean’s bed. A thought that made Dean feel unbelievably tiny and incomparably huge.

wash your hands, stay at home

bottom!Castiel, Assassin Castiel, Cop Dean Winchester, smut.

5k.

by psyleedee.

On any other day, Dean would love to chit chat, maybe hit on a few girls or guys, and have a nice few glasses of whiskey and go home to sleeping like the dead.

But not tonight.

Tonight, he was here for someone.

Someone that racked his brain, night and day, for the past five years.

Someone who drove him crazy, without even sparing a look at him.

Someone named Castiel.

Dean squints and looks around himself.

Cas is completely drunk, blurry, and has his arm hooked around Dean's waist - and it doesn't seem like he's letting go just yet, so it's perfect. Dean can feel the heat through all his fucking layers; Cas is hot, and pressed up against Dean in this crowded-as-hell club.

(They're celebrating, and it sure feels like it.)

"Well, you're drivin', Sammy." Dean throws the keys into the air, sufficiently out of it himself to do it so badly that Sam actually has to put in an effort to catch them before they hit the sticky club floor. He adds a, "Let's get outta here, Cas." To the trenchcoated man wrapped around him, who doesn't really take notice.

"Of course I am - I literally just said that." Sam returns, the stablest of the three of them, as he leads the way out. Dean follows behind, keeping track of his brother's girly head above the crowd because he couldn't follow otherwise - and Cas just hitches a ride with him, latching on like it'd be risky to let go.

Dean loves it.

(Drunk Castiel is everything Dean had no idea he wanted Cas to be - well, sometimes, anyways. As the shots go in, out comes a flirty, clingy, and unbelievably possessive husband.)

"Get in the back with Cas." Sam tells him, when they get to the Impala, and Dean was going to do that anyways - because there's at least a ninety eight percent chance Cas falls asleep within five minutes of the car getting on the road, and Dean maybe likes it when he's doing it with his head snug on Dean's shoulder.

"And you take care of Baby." Dean throws back at Sam, force of habit, as he piles Cas in the backseat and gets in too.

"I'm your -" Cas suddenly starts, jolting awake and using his fingers to turn Dean's chin towards him. "Baby." He growls, cobalt blue eyes piercing.

"She's always been Baby." Dean cajoles, his face flushing with color. "You're my babe."

"Babe." Cas repeats, and fuck, Dean is way too turned on right now to be in the same car as his frigging brother.

"Sounds good?" Dean mutters, trying to pull away but Cas has got a hand around his neck now and it keeps him there - inches away from Cas's face.

"What else am I?" Cas asks, sultry, unwilling to let this go.

"Uh." Dean pauses, keeping his voice low. "Sweetheart. Honey?" Cas nods, approvingly, but apparently not satisfied yet. Dean turns his eyes to the ceiling, thinking. "Sunshine. Uh, angel - sometimes, I guess. Sugar, that too. And then there's times you're being so frigging adorable that you're like a huggy-bear? So that. And, you know, hot wings."

He keeps going, easily enough drunk to not notice he's rambling until he's come to an end.

"...and that's it, I guess. Oh, and you're hubby sometimes, when I know you're not listening."

"He isn't listening." Sam deadpans, and Dean goes to make a face at him before he realizes he's got Cas slumping over his shoulder already, face buried in Dean's flannel. "But hey, I was." Sam adds, turning his face to show off his smirk to his brother.

"Shut your face." Dean snaps, looking out the window. "And keep your eyes on the road."

"I've been driving for twenty years, jerk." Sam rolls his eyes. "But this is the first time I heard the words 'huggy bear' come out of my brother's mouth."

"...shuddup." Dean huffs, fresh out of comebacks. "Bitch."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam laughs. "Whatever you say, Cas's hubby."

Dean groans out loud in frustration, because Cas's prissy little 'what else am I' cameo pretty much gave Sam the edge in most other fights they'll ever have in the future.

once again i would like to thank the internet for the abundance of porn reference and my nice mormon sponsored visual arts education

It’s been 500 years since I last posted because SOMEBODY abruptly removed all my reference material

What am I gonna do now? Search for porn on my computer outside of tumblr for deancas ref?

I started sketching over a pic and then kinda left it bc it wasn’t working out for me then I still decided to roughly throw some colors on it

Then I apparently decided to figure out how to make a gif

So I can do gifs now

Oooh I’m on fire

“Angel In My Arms” - Digital Oil Painting

Dean is a less angry sleeper when Cas is with him, but it doesn’t change his “bear-like” behavior much. Cas can always tell when Dean’s having a nightmare by how tightly Dean holds him.

“Bed Head” - Digital Oil Painting

Commissioned by @xharuka17x for the @bottomcasbigbang event!

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.