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i came across this answer from mollins:

and the first thing i thought of was this question and answer from jibcon 2019 [kudos to @curvedsphere​ for transcribing it forever ago]

Q: How would Sam and Dean want Supernatural to end?

Jensen: I’m gonna jump in. I think that…their idea, their ideal scenario, would be for all those that were in heaven go back to heaven, all those that were in hell they go back to hell. All of the demon and heaven and hell and angel, all that stuff kinda goes back to status quo and it goes back to season one when it was just monsters. just having to fight those things that go bump in the night. (jokes) And then I think it’d be cool, they can kind of teach their knowledge to maybe a younger generation of hunters. And that’s, in my opinion, how I think the brothers would love for the world to kind of end up, is back to a state of normalcy but they still have jobs, so to speak. Yeah. I doubt that’s gonna happen, but we’ll see.

I don’t want to get my own hopes up about a specific continuation, so I don’t want to assume that’s what’s happening – I know they’ve both talked about maybe doing some kind of reunion miniseries, I’m not saying I think it’s off the table, I just don’t want to pin my own hopes on any one specific concept, you know? So I don’t want to assume that they’ve discussed it with any intent. But even then, even if they haven’t talked about this at all and it’s entirely coincidental, I find it so telling that Misha AND Jensen AND the fandom could potentially have all independently come up with this “TFW as mentors and guides to the younger generation” concept for the characters’ futures. Like… maybe, just maybe, that’s where it made the most sense for the story to go??!! [nudges the finale decision-makers] Huh?!

Only a couple of hours after Cas was gone, Dean was still on the floor crying when the portal opened up, and Cas was thrown out of it. Cas lands on his back, and with a groan, he sits up to meet Dean’s red-rimmed eyes.

He looked concerned, but his voice was still even. “Hello, Dean.” Cas started to stand up, brushing himself off as he talked. “So the empty wants your help, and it brought me back as payment.”

Dean looked at him, thinking maybe his brain had finally had enough, and he had gone crazy. “Cas?”

“Should I find it offensive?” Cas walked over to Dean, a hand out to help him stand, but Dean only stared up at his face.

“Cas.”

When Dean made no move to take his hand, Cas dropped it. Instead, opting to hide them in his trench coat pockets. “I should explain that it’s a mess in the empty right now. So many are awake. It’s complete chaos. Too many tried to kill me, and while I did wonder what would happen to me if I died there, I realized I actually didn’t want to find out.”

Dean blinked up at him, confused. “Cas, you just died.” So why is he acting as if nothing happened?

“And now I’m back. That’s usually how things work for us. Now come on, we have work to do. Where’s Sam?”

Cas turns towards the door, ready to walk out when Dean’s phone rings. When the phone keeps ringing, he notices Dean made no move to answer it, so he walks back to answer it for him. Sam was yelling at the other side, panic, and fear mostly. Cas reassures him that Dean is fine, but he needs Sam and Jack to come straight over; they need to meet with the Empty at Death’s library to talk.

He hangs up and hands the phone back to Dean, who doesn’t reach to take it.

“Dean? Are you okay?” Cas pockets Dean’s phone before crouching down in front of him.

“No! No, dipshit, I’m not okay!”

“Oh,” Cas stands up again, making his way back to the door. “If it’s about before, then don’t worry, you don’t have to answer. I’m comfortable with just forgetting it ever happened. I did learn from the best.”

Cas winks at him; it looks forced. Pained.

Dean forced himself up, feeling his muscles tight and sore from not moving all those hours, and strode over to stop Cas from leaving.

“I-I don’t…do you want me to forget?”

“If it will be troublesome for our friendship, then yes.”

“Yeah, it’s troublesome for our fucking friendship, Cas. You said you love me.”

“And I do.”

“Is that…romantic love or-?”

“Yes.” He said it so confidently now, it made Dean catch his breath.

“And you want me to forget that?” he sounded so quiet, scared even when he asked.

“Dean, I’ve been ignoring it for years.”

Years. “You’ve loved me for years?”

“Am I making you uncomfortable? We should stop talking-”

Cas looked away, but Dean reached to take his face in his rough hands. Trying to hold him as gently as he could, wanting so much to grip at him to make sure he was actually real. Actually there.

Then with a quiet, desperate whisper, Dean says, “Me too.”

Cas opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So Dean spoke again, louder this time. “Me too, Cas. I…me too. I feel-me too.”

Cas lets out a breath he didn’t have to take before Dean sees the tears drown in the blue again. Watching as Cas’s demeanor changed and his stiff gestures melted away under Dean’s touch. Slowly Cas reaches to finally pull Dean into a tight embrace, his chin resting on Dean’s shoulder while he quietly let out a small sigh of relief.

“I thought I ruined it. I didn’t think you would—I never imagined you would see me like that.”

The hug was familiar, nothing new, and yet everything felt new when Dean’s hands gripped at his coat. He couldn’t find the words, but he let himself fall against Cas, feeling both their grasps relax until finally, Dean felt a hand at the back of his neck. Soothing him with quiet touches, they would never have let themselves have before. Lingering over skin, hair, and eventually, they turned their heads.

Noses brushing as breaths mingled together.

The world was ending, but at least they had this. Finally, finally, they had each other again.

Dean leaned in only to hear Sam run in, “There you two are! What happened to the door? Wait, what are you-? Are you two serious?! Chuck just snapped everyone out of existence!”

“What? You found them?” Jack ran in just in time for Cas to push Dean away. Dean tried not to find offense to it when he saw Cas's relief when he laid his eyes on Jack. “Cas! You’re here! I thought-I had a feeling. For a second, I couldn’t feel you around, and I was scared that Chuck took you too!”

“I’m here,” Cas reassured him as Jack walked to hug him. “I’ll explain everything, but we need to go somewhere safe. Somewhere Chuck has no power.”

or 'the girls are fighting!' | wc: 1445, T

“What?”

Dean turns and simply stares at him in answer, narrows his eyes a bit to make his point: he’s pissed. Cas closes his eyes and inhales deeply, that dramatic bastard, and walks towards him where he’s unloading the ‘fresh produce’ on the kitchen counter.

“Dean. What?”

He pins Cas with a look and scoffs louder than is necessary, if only to match Cas’ dramatics. Not one to apologize, or even persist anymore, for that matter, wow, Cas raises his hands above his head and announces, “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

Dean ran his finger under the sentences as he read, slowly so Jack could try to follow along. “The Brontosaurus lived during the Late Jurassic Period, from about 156 to 145 million years ago—”

Jack grabbed his finger, stopping him. “Bahn-tu-?” His face screwed up as he looked back at Dean from where he sat in his lap.

Dean ran his finger under the word again. “Brahn-tuh-sore-us.”

To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was pronouncing the name correctly, or if reading from an advanced dinosaur book was the best way to teach Jack to read, but it was Jack’s favorite book, so he’d be stuck reading it over and over anyway.

Jack nodded and settled back down in his lap. Dean continued reading, soft sounds of clinking dishes and running water coming from the kitchen. A trade-off—Dean cooked, Cas washed. Dean also got stuck with the dinosaur book which he could probably recite by memory now.

Reaching the end, finally, he shut the book and Jack tried to pry it back open. “Again!”

Dean rubbed his eyes. “Isn’t there something else you wanna read?”

“No!” Twisting in Dean’s lap, Jack started to complain, then his brow furrowed as he stared at Dean’s t-shirt. Dean looked down, expecting to see a spaghetti sauce stain or something, but his shirt was clean.

“May these words bring… pwotection,” Jack said, concentration lining his face. Dean startled, staring at him. Jack reached out a chubby finger to trace Dean’s shirt. “Or the… wath of… ce-les-tial awmies will be turned against you.”

1) This means CMP is able to test the waters in the SPN universe. They were given the rights to play around a little bit with the characters. Yes, not THE main characters, but characters nonetheless. So — getting the rights to SPN in one way or another. 

2) Along the same lines, to me this is testing. This is ‘how well can you do with a SPN story before we give you the pop culture lead characters everyone has a pulse on’.

3) As @youchangedmedean​ pointed out, in the article, Jackles is quoted as saying “the first story we wanted to tell” which makes it sound like they got others in the brainstorming session. 

4) It will bring back some SPN alumn which is fantastic. 

5) From a storytelling perspective, it’s going to help expand the universe. We only got the TINIEST peak into their lives. We know John was a Vietnam Marine (a duty that caused a lot of trauma in a generation of men), thought his father left, has no knowledge of the occult or supernatural, and yadda yadda. We know Mary came from a long line of hunters and has a hunting past. Do you know how awesome it’s going to be seeing more of her and her family and what they did and their priorities — and what knowledge they have? The Winchester side is tied to the Men of Letters but we can explore the Campbell side as well. But ALL OF THIS TO SAY: If Jackles is really like saying there will be more stories in this universe, then this is going to help expand that, add more lore to it, add more things to play with for an eventual continuation. 

So in conclusion:  We know he is looking at a ‘reboot’ (continuation, bless him), and he’s always wanted to do Wayward Sisters. So — my thing is basically this is the first of what will probably be at least three or four stories he’s looking to do in this “universe”. He’s helping to expand it. I know the fandom isn’t a big fan of John but this is a John pre-Mary’s death, pre show. 

He’s expanding this story. He’s getting rights to SPN. This is like a test run because he’s still a smol producing company — so yeah. 

They have to start somewhere. And this is a great place to start. It will give us more insight in why their family is the way it is. It will give us insight on how they view the world. What was Chuck’s role? Will we see how the angels and demons planned for the vessels of Michael and Lucifer? It will show us so much more. It will give extra material to work with if they ever wanna flesh out a continuation to a higher standard than we had before.

To make the continuation they need TIME. Like @wigglebox said on twt, Jared is still lead of another show. Plus we want the whole spn universe better. The arcs done more justice. You can’t build something new with the bricks you’ve already used unless you break it down or add new bricks. And making bricks takes time. We don’t want it half assed like the finale.

“Tell me something true.”

Cas thinks for a moment, then says, “The summer solstice isn’t really the longest day of the year. Every day is twenty four hours long. The solstice just has the most sunlight, so people say it’s the longest.”

Dean throws his head back as he laughs. “Very good, Cas. I already knew that, though. Also, it’s April.”

Tilting his head, Cas says, “Next time be more specific.”

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

“A snail can sleep for three years,” Cas says.

Dean makes an odd noise in his throat. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”

Cas shrugs. “No response is necessary. You asked for a fact, I relayed it.”

Shaking his head, Dean sighs. When Cas turns away, Dean smiles.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

“There are 88 official constellations, but people have been telling stories about the stars since stories and stars began.”

Dean looks at Cas’s face in the starlight, then looks back up at the night sky. “Tell me,” he says.

Cas tells a story of a young girl in what is now Spain, who looked at the sky 700 years ago and saw the wings of a butterfly. He tells of a group of young men in Greece's far past who saw Achilles chasing Patrocles, and how they hoped Achilles would one day catch his love.

When Cas falls silent they just look at the stars, side by side in the grass. After a time Dean says, “Thanks.” He hopes it’s enough.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

Cas looks at Dean, a thoughtful look on his face. Finally he says, “Green is my favorite color.”

Another color, this one pink, rises to Dean’s cheeks. “Yeah?” he says. The word sticks in his throat.

Cas nods.

“I like blue,” Dean says.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

“I don’t regret falling from grace,” Cas says. His words are soft, but resolute.

True.

Dean searches Cas’s face for any sign of sadness, any hint of doubt, but all he sees is the truth he asked for.

“Even though you can’t–” Dean starts, but Cas cuts him off.

“I don’t regret falling from grace.” He emphasizes every word. “I don’t miss healing, or flying, or angel radio. I don’t miss heaven. I don’t miss commanding armies, or striking fear into the hearts of beings with my words alone. You are worth it, Dean Winchester.”

Dean cannot speak. He’s just a guy, a pretty good hunter but fairly average at most everything else. Actually, he screws up just about everything he touches that isn’t about killing monsters. To think that Cas–beautiful, strong, bigger than the Chrysler building Cas–gave everything up for him…

“Please stop thinking like that, Dean,” Cas says. “I can’t get into your head anymore, but your thoughts are plain on your face. I mean every word. You are worth it.” He brushes a kiss on Dean’s cheek, and then he’s gone, almost as if he’d flown.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

Cas smiles, the smile that lights up his whole face. “I love you,” he says.

Something inside Dean falls into place; he almost hears the click in his head. Or in his heart. He can’t stop his own grin from spreading across his face. “I know,” he says with a wink.

Cas rolls his eyes, says, “I do pay attention when we watch movies together, Dean. Especially the ones we’ve seen thirteen times.”

“Thirteen?” Dean sputters. “We haven’t watched the Star Wars trilogy–”

“Thirteen times, Dean. I have an excellent memory.”

“Okay, Rain Man,” Dean mutters, pouting.

“Who is–” Cas starts, but Dean interrupts him.

“We’ll watch that one later. Just shut up and kiss me.”

Cas does, and after Dean says, “I love you too, you know.”

Foreheads pressed together, Cas murmurs, “I know.”

**

for @bend-me-shape-me 's Dean/Cas Summer Prompts Series!

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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Dean maneuvered his way back to Sam, balancing six pieces of pie in a cardboard box. He smiled, handing his brother a piece.

They talked for a moment, about him, before the conversation changed.

He watches, as if behind glass, as the Winchesters go through their lives as if nothing happened. As if they had never met him.

He watches, as the Winchesters sit over their car, flipping through John’s journal.

Something feels wrong.

The Winchesters are moving again, this time to an old barn in the woods. He flashes back to a different barn, in a different time, but something pulls him under.

Something whispers in his ear. Those memories don’t matter. Only this. This is what’s real.

He watches, as the love of his life gets impaled on a rebar.

No, he thinks, this isn’t how it was supposed to happen.

This is how it was always meant to be.

He wants to scream, he wants to shout, cry, pound his fists on the floor, do something!

But they can’t hear him. All he can do is watch.

See, Castiel, they don’t care about you. They only care about each other.

That’s not true. It can’t be true.

It is. Watch.

He watches. It’s all he can do now.

Watch as the Impala drives down a long winding road.

Watch as the brothers reunite.

Watch them celebrate with each other.

Watch as they forget about him.

Please, he begs, make it stop.

Make what stop. I’m just showing you the truth.

No, this can’t be the truth. They wouldn’t forget me, he cries.

They did. They never truly cared about you. It was all an illusion. They were just using you.

No, no, no, please, no.

What did you expect? That the Winchesters would just welcome you into their family. Lies! The Winchesters only care about each other.

No. This isn’t true. He knows this isn’t true. The Winchesters cared. They did.

The Winchesters are still driving down the same road. They aren’t talking, just sitting in silence.

“This isn’t real. You are making me see this!” He shouts, right as a bright glowing erupts, burning away the long winding road.

“Cas, take my hand!”

Cas fights through the Empty, stretching his hand as high as it can go.

“Cas, please! You can’t leave me again!”

No, Castiel. You can’t leave. You made a deal.

“Cas! Please, I love you! So don’t go!”

“Dean.”

Power surges through Cas as he reaches up to grab Dean’s hand.

His eyes flare light blue, before going back to their original color as Dean pulls him through the crack in the dimension.

Cas collapses in Dean’s arms the moment he’s free. The two fall to the floor and Dean wraps his arms around Cas.

“Did you mean it?” Cas murmurs. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Yes. I should have said it earlier, I should have said it years ago. I love you, Cas. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

Cas hides a smile and buries his face in Dean’s shoulder.

“I love you too.”

*

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