#michaeldean

They are the definition of being there for eachother when it matters the most

Dean almost never retorts back to any of Michael's punches physical or verbal because he understands him (He is a profiler after all)

Judd makes them do tasks just the two of them in hopes of getting them to bond... most of the times they fuck up the task

The one thing in common, they both love sappy animated movies (let me have this gang please)

The type of duo where they can be mean to eachother but if someone outside from their circle tries to be mean they become protective

Michael will never admit this but Dean is the best guy friend he has ever had

D 1 Striggs shippers

When Cassie had gotten kidnapped by the cult Michael was the one who did not let Dean crumble and promised him that they will get her back no matter what

Michael sometimes let's Dean use his car to blow off steam even tho he hates letting anyone touch his cars

The fbi academy was where they bonded the most since they were roommates

Even after graduating from the academy they would continue some of the traditions they had i.e playing uno every saturday, occasional drink or truth, karaoke etc

Dean does not like Michael and Lia dating for many reasons and one of them is he hates how they both intentionally hurt eachother again and again

They will never beat the sexual tension allegations ever (Lia is their no 1 shipper)

Michael punched the guys who were questioning Dean at the fbi academy because of who his father is

Will not hesitate to take a literal bullet for eachother

With time Michael toned down the urge to point out each and every one of Dean's emotions

Michael has stolen all of Dean's clothes and replaced them with the most atrocious colour combos to wear... Dean was not happy

To retort back Dean hid the keys to all of Michael's cars

One thing they never fight about is that they will never let Sloane get hurt (protective brother core)

Michael loves using gen alpha brain rot to annoy Dean

Dean always tells Michael to spend his money carefully in response Michael buys Dean bedazzled cowboy hats

Awkward silence is kind of their thing

They sometimes have unfriendly boxing matches

Cas leveled his gaze at Michael. “You’re right, I am nothing but a seraph. But Dean, he is more than just a human.” Castiel stalked forward. “He is a hunter. He is a Winchester. He is the person I love most of all.”

Michael’s laughter echoed against the walls. “Love is for fools, Castiel. If he hasn’t cast me out by now, what makes you think that you will make a difference?”

“Because I know him,” Cas replied as he propelled himself forward. The next instant, his lips slammed against Dean’s.

“Mmpf.” Michael’s eyes went wide as his lips were assaulted. Suddenly, he felt a stirring deep inside his chest. He could feel hands shoving at him, trying to force him out of the body he inhabited.

“Get out of my body,” Dean shouted from deep inside his own head.

Michael stumbled back, fingers scrabbling at his head as pain erupted inside his skull. “NO! You are mine! Mine to control! You are weak, nothing but a human vessel!”

“I am done being your puppet! Get the fuck out of my head and out of my body,” Dean screamed as he once again shoved against the grace inhabiting his body.

“Fight him Dean! Cast him out! You’re stronger than him, Dean,” Castiel encouraged as he watched the invisible battle waging in front of him.

“NO,” Michael snarled! “I own you! You are not strong enough!”

“You don’t own me! You tricked me and have used me, but you will never own me,” Dean snarled back. He shoved at Michael’s grace with all the strength he had. “I CAST YOU OUT!!!”

Michael hollered as he felt his grace escaping out of Dean’s mouth. He tried to hold on, but Dean’s ejection was too much. He was an angel and had to have his vessel’s permission. Dean’s refusal to house him was stronger than Michael’s grace.

Castiel watched with pleasure as the blue grace flowed from Dean’s mouth. He held the vial from Rowena in front of him and smiled as Michael’s grace was forced inside. Once the last tendril of grace was stored in the bottle, Cas stoppered it. The bottle glowed a bright purple, signifying that the spell was complete. Without the proper spell, the bottle would never be able to be opened again.

Cas stored the bottle in his pocket. He looked up when he heard a body slump to the ground. “Dean,” he cried as he rushed forward. He fell to his knees and gathered Dean in his arms. “Dean, beloved, please be ok. Please.” He blinked, keeping the tears from falling.

The hunter groaned as his eyes slowly flicked open. “Cas,” he mumbled on a sigh.

“I’m here, Dean. I’m here. Just breathe,” Cas ordered.

Dean cupped Cas’ cheek in his hand as he stared at the cerulean eyes he loved so much. “This is real, right? This isn’t some dream that Michael’s got me trapped in?”

The tears finally fell as Cas leaned his forehead against Dean’s. “This is real. You beat him. Just like I know you could.” He finally pressed a tender kiss to Dean’s lips. “He doesn’t own you any longer.”

Dean returned the kiss, just as soft as Cas had been. “There’s only one angel who owns me.”