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for the headcanon game, my AU is cooking show AU. (you can choose any cooking show you want)
I“m only really familiar with Masterchef so here you go
- Cas is a judge, the grumpy one, the hardest to please, that everyone is kinda afraid of
- Dean is the sunshine competitor that all the others love and everybody wants him on their team simply because he“s so nice
- Cas is always extra harsh when he judges DeanĀ“s meal likeĀ āyou have such a potential, Dean, but this is very disappointingā
-Dean doesn“t care and flirts with him mercilessly
-āYou won't make it to the finale because youĀ“re too proud and stubborn to actually learn and improveāĀ
āLetĀ“s make a bet. If I donĀ“t make it to the finale, IĀ“ll wash the dishes and peel potatoes in your restaurant for free for one week. If I get to the finale, youĀ“ll go on a date with meāĀ
āFine.ā
- One time during mystery box challenge Dean fucks up and starts to panic, like full on panic attack that surprises everyone because Dean“s always all smiles
- Cas jumps in, talks him through it, and when Dean calms down, Cas gives him advice on how to save his meal. He squeezes DeanĀ“s hand, smiles at him and whispers too quiet for the mics to pickĀ ācome on, you want that date, donĀ“t you?ā
- from now on every time Dean feels lost he remembers Cas“ touch and it helps him focus
casbean replied to your post āSorry for the RPS on main yāall Iām having an emotionally distraught...ā
like.................... sure they're posting some of those selfies online but also how many more have we not seen? how many more are just for them? so they can look at these pictures in a year, when they're far apart working on different projects and not being able to be together as much.... missing each other..... missing those moments......
UH HUH AND LIKE. NOW THAT ITāS THE LAST SEASON THEY DONāT HAVE TO LIKE. MONITOR WHAT THEY DO AND SAY AS MUCH? THEY CAN JUST DO WHATEVER THEY WANT WHENEVER THEY WANT WITHOUT HAVING TO FILTER IT??? SO THEYāRE REALLY JUST LIVING THEIR BEST LIVES AND ITāS AMAZING. and like you said in your other reply, itās like theyāre documenting it??? so they can always have those memories?? and iām very much a sad emotional gay about it
for the trope mashup: 11. Fantasy/Magic + 34. Hurt/Comfort :D
Eep. This is over two months late but I didĀ get to it so like. Better late than never, right? Thank you @casbeanwrites, for your endless patience even though Iām almost 100% sure you forgot about this because, like I said, itās two months late.Ā Anyways, here you go. Please enjoy⦠whatever this is.
Panting, Dean weaves through the forest.
Cas? Could use a little help here, buddy.
I will be there momentarily. Please do try your best not to get killed.
āNo promises,ā Dean mutters darkly, narrowly ducking under a wayward branch. The shouting behind him grows closer, and Dean swears. Catching sight of a break in the trees, he be-lines for it, bursting out in the open air with a rush of relief. Itās short lived, however, as he comes face to face with a wide open clearing and exactly nowhere to hide.
āWell. Shit.ā Dean spins around, one hand drifting to the knife in his belt and the other dropping his bag protectively behind him.
After a moment, his three pursuers burst out of the woods, looking mean and very pissed off. Slowly, they advance towards him, and Dean sends another urgent message Castielās way. His response comes in the form of exasperated concern blasting through their mental link, and Dean winces, shaking his head to clear it.
Stalling it is.
āAlright, fellas.ā Dean says, raising his free hand placatingly. āWe can do this the easy way or the hard way.ā
One of bandits, Deanāll call him Baldy, snorts. āYeah, I donāt think thatās going to be an issue.ā He turns to elbow the guy next to him. āGrab the bag.ā
His buddy steps forward, snatching the bag from where Dean had dropped it. As he retreats back to his friends, he shoots a foot out at the back of Deanās knees, knocking his legs out from under him. With a grunt, Dean stumbles to the ground before glaring up at them.
āI said,ā Dean says, a little louder this time, craning his head skyward. āThat we can do this the easy way or the hard-ā
With a sound like a thunder crash, a creature the size of a house barrels out of the clouds above them. Terrified, the three men grasp for their weapons but they couldnāt have hoped to be fast enough. Before they can even blink, a massive foot shoots out, effortlessly pinning all three of the bandits to the ground.
Wings buffeting the ground as he steadies himself, Castiel glowers down at them. His eyes are a bright, otherworldly blue, the only source of light against a sea of black scales. Those in turn are a dark, polished obsidian, seeming to blur together despite the bright afternoon light and making it impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.
Dean grins.
āFellasā, he says amiably, climbing to his feet. āMeet the hard wayā
Youāre ridiculous. Castiel grumbles, for Deanās ears only. And for future, if you intend to end up two-hundred paces south of where we had originally planned, I would appreciate an advanced notice.
āFine, okay.ā Dean mutters out of the corner of his mouth. āMay have miscalculated a bit, thatās my bad. Can we focus here?ā
Your bad, huh? Thatās a novel sentiment. Glowing blue eyes swivel back towards the terrified bandits. Castiel cocks his head, something like amusement coloring his voice. Widening his thoughts to include the men in question, he asks: Should I eat them?
Dean watches in satisfaction as the men visibly pale, seeming to shrink under Castielās penetrating gaze.
Dean considers for a minute. āNah,ā he says, finally. āThey can run home back to their families, talk about the big scary dragon roaming around, like anyoneāll believe āem. Maybe make them piss their pants a little. The usual.ā
Fine. Castiel rumbles, and this thought Dean knows is just for him. But Iāll have you know that Iāve had considerably less fun since you showed up.
āLove you too, babe.ā Dean says, just to see the split second of utter confusion on the banditsā faces, their eyes shooting between him and Castiel as if they canāt decide which of them is more terrifying.
As if to help answer their question, Castiel leans down until his snout is inches from the leader, the man going cross eyed trying to keep him in focus. Slowly, Castiel starts to growl, the rumble of it quickly building to a crescendo that drowns out everything around them. His lips curl back to reveal blue flames that spill out of the side of his mouth, curling along his jaw.
I would run now, little ones. Castiel says, raising his foot just slightly.
They donāt need telling twice.
Dean doubles over laughing at the sight of three grown men stumbling over themselves to get as far away as possible. Castiel huffs a breath through his nose, tail flicking in amusement as he watches the bandits disappear over the horizon.
āThink that scared āem off for the next decade or so?ā Dean asks, brushing dirt of his pants walking over to retrieve the bag Baldy had conveniently left behind.
Youāre being too conservative. Iād say twenty is more than likely. Castiel butts him gently with the side of his head. Need a lift?
āHell yes,ā Dean enthuses, scrambling up into the hollow space where Castielās neck meets his back.
With a rush of air that buffets all the trees around them, Castiel pushes off from the ground. Once airborne, Dean sighs, stretching out to press his face to the warms scales of Castielās neck.
āMissed you,ā he murmurs. The sound is lost to beating of Castielās wings, but Dean knows from the contended rumble in Castielās chest that he heard him.
ā
They make it home in record time, Dean somehow managing not to fall asleep and slip off mid-flight. Sliding down from Castielās neck, Dean regards their little home fondly, tucked away in the side of a conveniently secluded mountain. Itās small, most rooms consisting of caves Castiel had hollowed out himself, and itās filled with a collection of odds and ends that Castiel fell in love with and acquired through years. (Himself included, Dean thinks with more than a little amusement.)
To one side thereās a library, complete with the fruits of centuries of Castielās labors. Adjoined to it is a kitchen, added later to Deanās delight and Castielās trepidation. Finally, tucked further inside is the bedroom, or what passes for a bedroom when its original owner is a centuries old mythical creature. When Dean had first arrived it was just a pile of soft mosses and other flora that Castiel had seemed content to lounge around on. Then Dean had started sneezing within ten feet of it, and adjustments had to be made. Itās since been converted to a real king size bed, acquired from somewhere Dean really doesnāt want to think too hard about, and the nest of blankets, pillows, and other soft fabrics Castiel managed to procure makes it a fair compromise. All things considered, itās not a bad place to spend the rest of your life.
Thereās a rustling sound behind him, like a thousand wings flapping all at once, and Dean snaps out of his daydream, turning to face his husband.
āHey, Cas,ā he says, as he takes him in. Even after all this time, the fact that this is his life still renders him somewhat breathless. Castiel might be two stories tall with the power to scare entire kingdoms into submission, but itās Cas who has the perpetual bed-head and quiet smile, the piercing blue eyes that never manage to quite lose that otherworldly blue. Currently, heās also very naked, so that doesnāt hurt either.
Castiel raises an eyebrow at the blatant once over.
āHello, Dean,ā he rumbles, leaning in for a kiss that Dean returns eagerly.
āMissed me too, huh?ā Dean says when he pulls back, grinning.
āI should think that would be obvious,ā Castiel says, like thatās not something he could or should be embarrassed about.
Dean smiles at him fondly for a moment, before abruptly remembering the point of the entire ordeal. āWait,ā he says, snapping his fingers. āBefore we get side-tracked. I got your stuff back.ā
Reaching behind him, he passes the bag to Castiel, who visibly brightens.
āThank you, Dean.ā Castiel says, the unfiltered joy in his voice never failing to make Dean blush.
āYeah, sure thing.ā Dean scratches at the back of his neck self-consciously. āDonāt think I was able to get all of āem, but I figured some were better than none.ā
āThis is perfect.ā Opening the bag, Castiel carefully removes the contents to reveal several black, glittering scales. Individually, he turns each one over in his hands, examining them closely for damage. Presumably deeming them satisfactory, he brushes past Dean, heading over to a box near the corner where he reverently deposits each one.
Dean frowns slightly, watching the entire process. āI gotta say I donāt know what the big deal is. Itās not like we arenāt tripping over those every three feet in here. Whatās it matter if some goons want to make off with a few?ā
āItās difficult to explain.ā Castiel says, closing the lid of the box carefully and making his way back over. āThese scales come from me and by extension they are a part of me. They contain trace amounts of my power which, in the wrong hands, could prove disastrous. Also,ā he adds as an afterthought, āI donāt care for anyone but you touching them. It feelsā¦ā he frowns, searching for the word before finally settling on: āWrong.ā
Dean grins. āShucks, Cas. You sure know how to make a guy feel special.ā
Castiel shoots him an dry look. āMy apologies. I didnāt intend for my basic physiological explanation to be misconstrued as a compliment.ā
Dean snickers, reaching up to begin the process of shedding his travel gear. When he raises his arms above his head to shrug off his coat, however, a sudden burst of pain has him gasping. Bringing a hand to his side, he grimaces when it comes away bloody.
Castiel is on him in a flash.
āThey hurt you.ā With a noise that can only be classified as a growl, Castiel drops to his knees, jerking Deanās coat out of the way in an attempt to locate the issue.
āItās fine,ā Dean lies, wincing as Castielās gentle prodding proves fruitful. āThe bleedingās mostly stopped. It doesnāt even hurt anymore.ā
Quickly and efficiently, Castiel tugs off Deanās outer coat before divesting him of his shirt and undershirt in rapid succession. Carefully, he peels off Deanās slipshod bandage job and stills at the sight of what lies beneath.
āThat bad, huh?ā Dean asks, weakly.
Heād caught a glance of it earlier, having ducked behind a tree to hastily place a field dressing. Itās a long cut, starting near the top of his ribcage and traveling to end somewhere above his navel. It had seemed fairly shallow at the time, although- Dean supposes- being hopped up on adrenaline likely hadnāt helped with accuracy. But if Castielās continued silence is any answer, apparently itās a lot worse than it heād thought.
Using the small basin of water they usually keep in the kitchen (and when did that get there?) Castiel carefully dabs at the wound, cleaning it up to the best of his ability.
Despite himself, Dean flinches, and the look Castiel levels him with could make armies run screaming. The only thing keeping Dean standing is knowing that the rage isnāt directed at him.
āDonāt move.ā Castiel orders. āIām going to get more bandages.ā Dutifully, Dean stays as still as he can, and itās not until Castiel is once again kneeling in front of him that he finds his voice.
āOkay, I know what youāre thinking, and itās not worth it.ā
āI disagree.ā Castiel says, voice still dangerously calm, but Dean sees his eyes start to glow in that familiar way that means heās about to start shifting forms and wreaking havoc. āI think the look on their faces as I tear their limbs off one by one will be very worth it.ā
āLook, Cas. Iām sorry-ā
āDonāt-ā Castiel cuts himself off, gritting his teeth. āDonāt you dare apologize.ā
āOkay, but⦠I could have been more careful.ā Tentatively, Dean brings a hand down to rest carefully against the side of Castielās cheek, relieved when he turns his face into it.
āYouāve never been careful in your life.ā Castiel sighs, somewhat ruefully. āIt would be foolish of us both to assume youād start now.ā
Dean smiles softly, and after a moment Castiel returns it. āSounds about right.ā
The silence that falls is gentler now, less fraught with worry. Dean watches idly as Castiel works, meticulously stitching up the wound and applying more bandages with the experience of someone whoās done it many times before.
āYou know that, out of all humanity, yours is the only opinion I care about,ā Castiel says, abruptly, and Dean blinks at the sudden change in subject. āAnd you also know that I would happily raze entire kingdoms in your name.ā
Uncertain as to where this is headed, Dean nods quietly, shifting to card his fingers gently through Castielās hair.
āTherefore,ā Castiel continues, āif it would make you feel better to let those-ā, he breaks off, growling out a world Dean doesnāt understand but assumes form the tone is the highest of insults, ā-go, then I shall defer to your judgement.ā
āThanks, babe.ā Dean says, eventually, struggling to keep his smile in check and missing by half a mile. āI appreciate you not smiting the entire rest of my species because they were mean to me.ā
Castiel nods seriously. āHowever,ā he warns, voice severe again. āIf they come back I reserve the right to deal with them as I please.ā
āCanāt argue with that.ā Dean agrees. Sliding his hand down, he taps Castiel on the cheek. āAlright, babe: howās it looking?ā
āI am almost finished.ā Carefully, Castiel tapes the last bandage in place, smoothing it out with his thumb so it rests flat. Rocking back on his heels, he takes a moment to appraise his work. After a moment he nods, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to Deanās side. A quick burst of otherworldly magic shoots out at the touch, jumpstarting the healing process, and Dean shivers for reasons definitely (mostly) medically related. Seemingly satisfied, Castiel rises to his feet with a grunt, drifting comfortably back into Deanās space until his face is only inches away.
āWhatās the verdict, doc?ā Dean hears himself ask, voice surprisingly hoarse.
Castiel tilts his head. āYouāll live,ā he says, solemnly, and Dean breathes a sigh of relief.
āHowever,ā Castiel continues. āI regret to say you will be horribly disfigured. I am afraid Iāll have to leave you for a more appealing mate.ā
Gaping, Dean can only stare at him. After a moment, he catches sight of the slight uptick of Castielās mouth and everything clicks into place. Cackling, he reaches up to drop his arms around Castielās neck.
āWas that a joke?ā Dean asks, unable to keep the delight out of his voice. āA genuine human interaction? Youāre getting better at this.ā
Castiel brightens, his entire demeanor shifting as he moves to wrap his arms around Deanās waist. āWas it adequate?ā He asks, somewhat shyly. āIāve been practicing.ā
āYour expertise is astounding.ā Dean says. āLet me give it a test run.ā
Leaning forward, Dean noses at the side of Castielās jaw, sliding up until his mouth is ghosting across his ear.
āIām sorry I worried you,ā Dean breathes, watching in satisfaction as Castiel shivers. āWould you be willing to let me make it up to you?ā
Castiel smirks at him, eyes dark. This, at least, is a human interaction in which heās very well-versed. Dean lets himself be tugged into the bedroom, and heās still snickering up until the moment Castiel pushes him (gently) down onto the edge of the bed before unceremoniously crawling into his lap.
Dean lets out a sigh, hands coming up to settle firmly on Castielās hips, tugging him in closer. Any lingering amusement fading to be replaced with something slow and warm that builds low in his gut and spreads its way through the rest of him.
Reaching forward, Castiel fits his hand around Deanās jaw, thumbing distracting at the corner of his mouth. Then, he leans in close, knocking their foreheads together:
āIām sure I could be persuaded.ā
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I very much agree with anon, I also see you as an uplifting presence, and as a kind of... calming, kind, and wise presence on my dash. you write beautifully and everything you say is well thought and well spoken and from where I stand, you are doing so many amazing things. I'm sorry depression is hitting you hard right now and I really hope it gets much better soon!
dang, I donāt deserve this... thank you. I am really glad that I give those vibes off, sometimes I feel like Iām too impatient or callous or whatever. Iām especially happy that you like my writing :)
youāre such a lovely person. I hope you have a great day< 3
Hey I know you're having a tough week so I hope you get the time to rest and take care of yourself. I'm sorry about the things you're going through, I hope the next few weeks are kinder to you. <3
Thank you Flo <3 <3 Iām trying to look after myself, and your words of support mean a lot.
"reminds me of misfits" oh my god why did you make me think of sam and cas finally opening the box to find that dean's been wanking 24/7 for weeks. bonus point if they're coming to rescue him and cas can hear his thoughts while he's rubbing it.
LMAOOOOOO
dean: cas, cas, cas oooohhhh, cas
cas, hearing deanās thoughts: HES IN TROUBLE SAM LETS GO