dean calls cas angel all the time. but cas can tell thereâs a difference in the way he says the word depending on the setting, and thereâs something about the varying inflections dean can put on the word that leaves cas a lil speechless.
âcâmere angel,â dean hums, eyes blown wide with desire as he beckons cas closer before tugging on his tie to pull cas onto the bed.
âjust because youâre an angel,â dean mutters under his breath as heâs moving the last traces of the fight with the vamps, shooting a look at cas thatâs half annoyed and half impressed.
âknock it off, angel,â dean says, humor laced in his tone as he plucks the whisk from casâ hand and shakes his head at casâ attempt to mix the batter.
âhey angel,â dean murmurs softly as cas climbs into bed and dean wraps his arms around casâ waist as he pulls him closer; kissing casâ cheeks and eyebrows and then finally, his lips.
âhas anyone seen my angel?â dean calls from the hallway and cas looks up from his book, smiling as he calls back to dean that heâs in the library.
âoh, itâs on, angel,â dean says, snagging the extra water gun from the porch as he chases cas around the garden.
âthis oneâs my angel, go get your own,â dean dares, sliding a hand possessively along casâ back as he stakes his claim.
âI love you, angel,â dean whispers into casâ ear, and cas can feel the confession wrapping around his Grace and setting his entire being racing with adoration.
okay, maybe dean calling him angel isnât so bad after all.
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For @emeraldcasâs Creator Celebration for the prompt âI can fix this,â and @floral-casâs Spring Floralnatural Celebration for the prompt âgarden.â
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It starts with a few small pots on the windowsill in the kitchen. Some limp looking parsley, a ficus with only one leaf, a calathea with an infestation of mealybugs. A sad little assortment of dilapidated plants that anyone else would take one look at and consider a lost cause.
But not Cas.
Dean tries to stop him the first few times it happens. Theyâre out at the grocery store, or paying a visit to Sam and Eileen, or driving past a yard sale, and Cas inevitably notices a discarded or neglected plant and makes it his mission to rescue it.
âYou know,â Dean says after Cas comes home one day with an extremely large cactus with suspicious black fuzz on its side. âIf you want plants, we can just go to the nursery and get some new ones.â
âNo. Itâs okay, Dean. I can fix this,â he says, and Dean doesnât have it in his heart to tell him otherwise.
So he lets it be.
Soon, the windowsill isnât big enough to house the hodgepodge of foliage that has found refuge under Casâs care. They spill onto the floor of the kitchen. They sit along the fireplace mantle and on the little table in the entryway and on the bookshelves in the library. When Dean finds a couple of wilted pothos in the shower one morning, he figures enough is enough, and spends the next few weeks digging out a patch of earth in the backyard for a greenhouse. Dean may not fully understand Casâs green thumb, but if Cas wants a garden, Dean is at least going to give him a proper one.
Despite Deanâs skepticism, the plants begin to mend. The pothos spring back to life in a matter of days. The ficus pushes out several new leaves by the start of summer. And the cactusâwhich Dean was sure was a biohazardânow stands happy and healthy in a bright corner of their living room.
âI gotta say, Iâm surprised,â Dean says one Saturday morning, walking into the greenhouse where Cas has already been posted up for an hour, tending to a heart leaf philodendron. Itâs become a new part of their daily routine for Dean to bring Cas his morning cup of coffee this way. When they both became morning people, Dean will never know. âI didnât think that little guy would make it to next week.â
âIt just needed someone to take care of it, thatâs all,â Cas says, accepting the coffee from Dean and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
âYeah, I guess so.â Dean looks around the packed greenhouse. âStill donât know why you go through all this effort, though. Why not make it easier on yourself and get some healthy plants for once? Why bother with these ones?â
Cas smiles down into his coffee before looking back up at Dean. Even after all these years, that look still makes Deanâs heart to skip a beat.
âDonât take this the wrong way butâwell, they remind me of you.â
Dean looks at a shriveled up aglaonema on the shelf next to himâbecause apparently Dean is now a goddamn botanist and knows the names of plants and shitâand frowns.
âGee, Cas. You sure know how to make a guy feel special.â
Cas tracks his line of sight and lets out a small chuckle. He sets down his coffee and wraps his arms around Deanâs waist. Dean doesnât look at him, but he does let himself melt into Casâs arms just a bit.
âThatâs not what I mean, Dean,â Cas says, giving him a light squeeze. âI mean, yes, I did rescue you from hell and rebuild your body atom by atomââ
âYeah, yeah, show off. Do you have a point?â
âDean.â Casâs hand is now cradling his jaw, his thumb stroking his cheek. Dean sighs at the touch, leaning into it, before meeting Casâs eye. âYouâre not the plant in this metaphor. I am.â
âWhat, uhâwhat do you mean?â
âI have been a weathered and withered plant on more than one occasion. I lost my way more times than I can remember. You could have deemed me a lost cause. You could have thrown me out. But you never did. Even at my worst, you never gave up on me. And now, I look at my life and what itâs become andâwell, itâs blossomed. And thatâs all because of you.
âSo, yes, I see a bit of myself in these plants. But more than anything, they remind me of how you must have seen me. And if you saw all that and still brought me back from the brink of oblivion, I can surely help a few little innocent plants do the same.â
And Dean doesnât know how Cas does it, how he makes Dean feel more worthy than heâs ever thought possible. He surely doesnât deserve it, but heâll spend the rest of his life trying to prove that he does.
He kisses Cas, solid and deep, because he doesnât know what to say, and when they break apart, Dean sees tears welling up in Casâs eyes. Dean brushes them away before they can fall.
âThank you for saving me,â Cas finally manages to say.
âWe saved each other,â Dean says, and kisses him again.
for day two of @myaimistrue âs celebration: demons
Despite how great things are here, at Sonnyâs, Dean canât shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong. Sure, his dad wanted him to rot in jail, which meant that he never wanted to see Dean again, but Dean knows John Winchester, and he doesnât quit. After all, heâs spent the past twelve years dragging Dean and Sam across the country in search of a monster heâll never find.Â
Dean knows the real reason that his dad wanted to leave him here: it was so he didnât have to own up. Instead of admitting that heâd left his sixteen and twelve-year-old in a moldy motel room for three weeks without any food money, driving Dean to stealing the peanut butter and bread so that Sam would stop trying to hide his crying from hunger, he pinned it on Dean. Dean was the failure, not John.
Dean knows that fundamentally, his dad had done the wrong thing, but it doesnât stop shame from swirling in his belly when he tries to sleep at night, doesnât stop him from being hesitant with friendships or carving sigils onto his bed or salting the perimeter.Â
(Doesnât stop him from wondering when he wonât have a bed of his own anymore.)Â
And Deanâs right: John does come back, right when Deanâs actually starting to be happy, just like he always does. He always picks them up and dumps them somewhere new right when things are finally starting to get good, always telling them not to be sad (real men donât cry, boys).
Dean doesnât want to get back into that car, but he has to, because after a couple months at Sonnyâs, heâs finally accepted the truth: in hunting his demons, his dadâs become one.Â
The next place he and Sam get left, Dean doesnât even bother going to the high school.Â
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hi everyone! thought iâd let you know iâm (finally) starting a tracking tag!!!!!!!! i love supporting all the stuff people make on here and it feels like this is a great way to make that happen <3Â
you can use the tag #deltracks or you can @ me directly!
anyone and any medium of content is welcome :) iâd love see anything spn related, but if you have something in particular from another fandom youâre really excited about, feel free to tag me in that too! obviously no w*nc*st or anything along those lines.
the kiss had been an accident; a late night fumble of lips and hushed breath as the movie drew to a close. dean hadnât meant to do it⊠or maybe he had. it was just too tempting, and cas was right there and dean just couldnât resist.
it had been gentle and slow, just the brush of lips against each other as dean traced the shape of casâ mouth and cas pushed closer towards dean.
and then cas had pulled back, startled, stuttering out some ridiculous excuse about checking on the laundry, and then he bolted from the room.
the moment left dean stunned; bringing his fingers to his lips in shock as he grazed over the place casâ lips had touched just seconds before. the kiss had been so quick that it almost felt like it hadnât even happened. and for a moment, dean thought heâd dreamed the whole thing, until he felt a shivering tingle across his lips; the same way he felt casâ grace whenever the angel healed him.
oh.
the kiss was real.
it left dean feeling dazed and dizzy as he made his way back to his room. he thought the feeling would fade, but as he flopped down onto his bed he swore he could still taste cas on his lips. minutes ticked by, and that sensation of casâ lips against his lingered; a taste of warm summer breeze and a hint of sweetness crackling with energy. it was addicting and dean was insatiable. he wanted more; wanted to chase casâ mouth into another kiss and another, until all he could taste was cas.
when the thoughts felt like they were consuming dean, he stumbled out of his room in search of the angel. but he didnât have to go far. cas was in the hallway right outside of deanâs room, leaning against the wall with an expression of longing etched into his face. when their eyes locked, dean reached out as cas leaned forward towards him.
âdean, iâm-â cas started to say.
âdonât pull away this time,â dean quickly said as he pulled cas closer.
âi wonât,â cas said, words ghosting against deanâs mouth as their lips slotted together in another kiss.
this time, it wasnât just a hint of grace that dean could feel and taste on his lips, it was an overwhelming torrent and dean couldnât get enough. as dean deepened the kiss, he felt casâ arms slip around his neck and his grace sparked warmly against deanâs mouth. one kiss blended into two and then three, and when dean broke the kiss, absolutely breathless, cas was utterly beaming at him.
âyouâre the one who pulled away,â cas pointed out a moment later, a smile on his face as he shared deanâs breath.
âwhatcha gonna do about it?â dean said, wrapping a hand around casâ tie and tugging him closer.
casâ only response was to chase dean into another kiss.