#destielday

HAPPY DESTIEL DAY HERES MY CASTIEL COSPLAY, MY DESTIEL TATTOO (they gave Cain an oc wife instead of casting Abel this is destiel) AND A MEME

"dates in the afterlife" (pretendamos que no olvidé subir esto el 5 y simplemente estoy tomando el 25 como #destielday porque ese "y yo a ti, cas" es mi religión) #deancas #destiel #5thofnovember #deanwinchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #fanart #destielfanart #angstkinda https://www.instagram.com/p/ClRXrrzOVcG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

castiel / destiel -  white neon moodboard 18/09/08 - happy anniversary

I find it funny that on #DestielDay I had a dream it became canon. Happy Destiel Day, everyone! #Destiel #DeanWinchester #JensenAckles #Castiel #MishaCollins #Cockles #ImTheOneWhoGrippedYouTightAndRaisedYouFromPerdition #NineYearsOfDestiel

Castiel, September 18th, 2008- "First Words I Heard, Clear as a Bell."

"It's okay", Dean whispered, and Cas curled further into him, hands gripping the back of Dean's sweater tightly, so tightly Dean could feel his fingertips, slightly cold against his back. "It's okay, I've got you. I've always got you." Dean hoped that Cas understood that in these words, there was an unspoken sorry, a silent I'm-so-sorry-for-letting-you-down-and-I'm-so-happy-I'm-alive-because-I-get-to-see-your-face-and-your-eyes-and-god-I-want-to-save-this-moment-forever. "I thought you were dead, Dean. I thought you had left again. I didn't think I could feel such sadness, as an angel I'm not prone to emotion. But I couldn't bare it without you. Don't leave us again. Don't leave me again." Dean just let Castiel bury his head in the crook of his neck. He stroked through the angel's hair, massaging at the scalp, and this seemed to relax Cas a bit. He ran his fingers down Cas' arm and entwined his fingers with his angel's. Cas grasped back firmly. "Next time, we bring Sam. Even if we think it's an easy hunt. That way things won't get out of hand." Dean just nods, eyes darting to Castiel's lips. He runs a finger along his cheekbone, along his jaw, down so his hands are resting on his back, warm and comforting. He brings Cas even closer, and guides his face upwards, kissing him softly. Castiel responds happily, humming his approval, murmuring I-love-you's, in between the movement of their lips. Dean parts his lips and allows Castiel to enter, everything soft and perfect. "Don't leave again. I'll let those monsters know you are mine." "Y'don't think that maybe the handprint gives them the message? Or the engraving on my ribs?" , Dean smirks. He loved being marked, Castiel knew that too. He may be socially unaware, but he was not stupid. Hell, he held the world's knowledge, since his creation along with his siblings. "No, that's not enough", Cas says in a hushed voice. He cups Dean's face, tenderly, carefully, kissing him once on the lips, before moving to his neck. He starts to suck on the sweet spot, and the noises Dean was making told him he had the right place. Dean let out little moans as Castiel worked on the bruise. Once satisfied with his work, Castiel looked Dean in the eyes, and then to the shitty motel bed across the room, and smiled knowingly. "Want me to mark you up a bit more, Dean?" "Hell yeah." -------------------------------------------- They had eachother, Sam was safe in the bunker, and everything was okay. They could deal with what was ahead, together. -- Written by me, @radiantdestiel 🏳️‍🌈

That's it. That's how I'm celebrating today. My OTP met today. It's cannon in subtext.