#ace!cas

Sam who nonetheless misses the intimacy sex gave him with a partner. Sam who finds that doing strange medical experiments with Cas feels both more intimate than anything he's ever done with anyone else, and also somehow safer than sex feels even though objectively that is not the case.

Cas who is ace, and though he's had sex largely finds the process overly complicated and not all it was cracked up to be. Cas who finds doing strange medical experiments with Sam significantly more straightforward and much more intellectually stimulating.

Dean who walks into the library and overhears Sam say to Cas "do you want me to help test that theory you had?" and then watches them disappear to Sam's room and not re-emerge for an hour, looking noticeably disheveled.

Dean who just assumes they are fucking and makes extremely unsubtle jokes about it for the next week.

Happy pride month!

Ok,,, so let me start this out by saying i 100% understand you. As someone who is acespec (demisexual), I too find it icky for basically canon acespec characters to go around having sex with strangers for kicks.

However, in Misha's case it's probably more comedy-based rather than him actually believing that Cas actually wants that. I've seen some of his panels and a lot of his humor is very sex-based. I don't mean to defend him, because if the stuff he says makes people uncomfortable there's definitely a reason for that, but that's just the way I choose to view it.

And the way I viewed Cas's relationship with sexuality as a whole is that when he's human, he simply did it to prove himself to Sam and Dean because they might find it a big part of being human, instead of him actually enjoying himself with sex.

Not to mention; Misha himself has claimed multiple times as well that he fully accepts and embraces the asexual/demisexual Cas headcanons, and gladly does photo ops where they give him an asexual flag to pose with:

Part 1: You Knew Who I Was

Castiel looked up from his coffee as Balthazar walked through the door and collapsed onto the sofa. “That bad?” he asked.

Balthazar lifted his head to look over the back of the sofa to where Castiel sat at the table. “You’re one to talk,” he said, eyeing Castiel’s cup. “Coffee at ten in the evening? Or do you have something more exciting in that cup?”

“Just coffee, but you know that I drink coffee at any time I please as a habit; I’ll let the deflection slide, however, if that’s what you want.”

Balthazar was silent for a moment;, then, “We broke up.”

“Oh,” was all Castiel said as he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

“Yeah…”

Castiel took some tea from the cabinet—Chamomile? No, Tuscan Sun—and put water on the stove.

“Are you making tea?”

“I am.” Cas bit his lip against a smirk, knowing what was coming.

“Did I just hear you pull a pot from below the counter?”

“Why, yes, you did.” Aaaannnnd…

“Castiel…” Balthazar’s tortured voice came from the couch. “There is a perfectly good kettle right there. It’s—it’s on the stove…”

Castiel smiled at him innocently but made sure to school his expression before walking over to the sofa, lifting Balthazar’s legs to sit down, and placing them back on his lap. “Are you okay?”

Balthazar glowered at him. Then, he sighed and stared up at the ceiling. 

Castiel rested his arms across his friend’s shins. “Would you like to talk about it?” he asked, picking absently at the hem of Balthazar’s pants.

Balthazar ran a hand over his face. “I’m not exactly sure what to say. I broke up with her. I just…” He trailed off.

Castiel studied him. “What happened? I thought you liked Hannah…”

“I liked her well enough. I still do. But...not like she likes me, or more pertinently…not like she wants me to like her.” Balthazar swallowed. “We were at her flat. Everything was fine, but she kept going on about how much she loved me, how she couldn’t possibly see herself with anyone else and how she gets all these...butterflies, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean, and I—I just…”

“That’s not how you feel about her.”

“Castiel, that’s not how I’ve ever felt about anyone. This whole…” He waved a hand in the air and propped up against the arm of the couch, “in love business...it’s complete bollocks. If you ask me, people’ve just seen too many blasted movies, got so hopped up on the rush of getting to know someone that they think that's it, that’s love, but it isn’t. Love is…” He glanced down at Castiel. “Love is choosing the person you get on with best, someone you’re able to be mates with and that you find attractive. All this ‘romance’ rubbish is just propaganda.”

Dean tries to explain to Cas that he doesn’t want to lose him again, this is after Cas comes back as a human, and Cas is his person that he knows he wants to spend his life with but asks Cas to not expect so much from him.

“Dean, if I could just be beside you I’ll be happy.”

“For now. But now that you’re human maybe you’ll want more human things.”

“Like sex?”

“No. No. You can have sex if you--what the fuck am I saying.”

“It’s okay, Dean. Sex isn’t a big deal for me.”

“No, I meant like normal…couple stuff. I just don’t think those things are for me. They didn’t work out before but I’ll try. For you. I want to be with you but-”

“You don’t love me.”

“Not…in the way you want.”

“But you want to be with me.”

“More than anybody.”

“Then, I can live with that.”

“Cas-”

“Dean, I love you. I would love to spend my human life by your side. However, you want me.”

“If you’re sure. I can’t lose you again, Cas.”

“You won’t.”

“Are we gonna kiss now?”

“If you want.”

“Do you want?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Cool.”

Nothing really changes between them. They are still as close as they usually have been. Sometimes you hear both of them asking for permission to kiss or lean into each other for touch. Cas learns he enjoys sex but he never initiates it cause he doesn’t always feel the need to have it.

They sleep in different beds in the bunker--and when they finally move out they get a place with three rooms so they can have their own space but also Jack gets a room--but sometimes when they want to sleep in, one of them always goes to the other’s room so they can sleep in the same bed. They don’t always cuddle but they enjoy sharing the space.

People know they are together, it’s kinda obvious, but when people ask if they are together, Dean answers with a simple “Yeah.” while Cas answers, “Oh, yes, I belong to Dean. How much for those strawberries?”

Their communication skills have to grow and get better while in a relationship because they talk about what the other is comfortable with. Day to day is a little different. Sometimes Cas doesn’t want to be touched as much and sometimes Dean needs a little space. They don’t have to reassure each other anymore.

Dean has been at Sam and Eileen’s apartment all day, just lazing around, when Sam finally asked.

“Hey. You and Cas fighting?”

“No. Why?”

“Cause you’ve been with me all day.”

“So?”

“I just thought he kicked you out or something.”

“Neh I just needed space today. Cas is out with Jack to pick up Claire and Kaia for some museum thing.”

“Oh. So you two still cool?”

“Yup. Still gonna go home and have him fuck me.”

“Dean!”

“What? I thought that would reassure you! Geez! You wanna know about my life or not?”

“Not your sex life!”

“Noted.”

Dean loves spending time with Cas and having him close but he likes space. He likes spending days with his other friends and family members. He likes having individual time with others and Cas understands and picks up hobbies or takes that time to spend time with his growing group of kids.

When Dean gets home, Cas quickly walks towards him with an excited grin. “I bought you a magnet and this cool rock from the museum.”

“Thanks, dude. What did you name the rock?”

“Rockxanne.”

“Nice.” High five.

"Are you comfortable sharing your bed today? I don't want to have sex but I would like to be held, if you're okay with it."

"Sure. Your room or mine?"

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