I am ozone. I am thunder.

My voice, and not the trumpets,

made Jericho fall.

I sang through Davids’s throat

hymnals too sweet for mortal ears.

I parted the Red Sea,

I was a comet over Bethlehem,

I was a dozen tongues of fire,

I wiped sweat away

From the back of slaves in Egypt,

From the brow of Christ on the cross.

Then, Hell.

Then, You.

The moment I touched you

I became the Song of Songs.

“Who are you?” you ask?

The bethrothed come to claim you,

my dove, the one who’ll set the seal

On your arm, the seal

that burns with a fire the seas won’t quell.

“There’s no such thing”

Oh, but there is.

The real marvel is that there should be

such a thing as YOU,

strong as a cedar tree from Lebanon

strong as the armies of Saul

strong as the will of Daniel.

I was ozone. I was a storm.

I will become 

human flesh and blood

to bite the pomegranate of your lips,

to know the goblet of your navel,

to feel your sigh shatter me

as my voice shattered cities.

You don’t think you deserve to be saved?

Oh, my love, my lord,

I will damn myself

to show you that you do.

[prompt list]

“I still have your jacket,” Dean says in a rush, immediately feeling like a fucking moron. It’s not the only thing he still has of Cas’s — on their sixth date, Cas brought him flowers, and no one has ever brought Dean flowers before, so he kept one even after it became brittle and delicate, and it’s still carefully tucked in a box in his closet. It’s not like he pulls it out to look at it, but he doesn’t forget it’s there, even though it’s been months since Cas left. Like it helps, Dean says, “I know it was your favorite.” 

“I bought a new one,” Cas says, and for some reason that shatters Dean, it was so easy for Cas to drop him and now his favorite jacket, and Dean wonders if anything has ever meant something to Cas, or maybe everything is temporary, left to go brittle and eventually crumble into nothing. 

“Right.” 

“I’m sorry,” Cas says. “I shouldn’t have called.” 

“But you did anyway.” 

“Yes. I — wanted to apologize. I made a mistake when I left you.” 

Dean snorts. “Nope, I promise you didn’t.” 

“I didn’t give you an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech. I should have. You’re wonderful, Dean, and anyone would be lucky to have you. But I was — am — a bit broken. I would’ve broke you too.” 

“It’s a little late for a speech,” Dean says, even though it’s not. If Cas asked, Dean would gladly crawl into his arms and never leave. Cas was the only thing that kept Dean from breaking, it’s impossible to imagine he would be the one to do it, at least until he did with a steady-voiced I don’t think we should see each other anymore. 

“I was taking a lot of pills,” Cas says. “Maybe you didn’t know. I didn’t want you to. But I — I’m better. Still a mess, but better.” 

Dean closes his eyes, rubs a shaking hand over his face. He suspected, but kept his mouth shut, because he didn’t want confirmation, because he didn’t want to think about Cas hurting, he only wanted to make Cas laugh. “I’m real glad to hear that.” 

“I miss you,” Cas says, in a rush like Dean admitting he still has Cas’s jacket, like he thinks it’s a stupid thing to say. It probably is, considering, except something in Dean’s chest lights up. “I don’t care about the jacket, but I’d like — can I see you? Get some coffee?” 

(spn ask game petty edition)

I did both! xD Hope you enjoy!

Dean finds him sitting at the edge of the roof, legs dangling high above the ground and stare directed into space in what is no doubt serious contemplation. 

The roof has a pretty flat surface, but Dean won’t take any chances. He takes a deep breath and wills his heart to stop racing as he balances his way over to Cas. Just the knowledge that they’re so far off solid ground has his head spinning, but he shoves the fear down forcefully. 

“Hey,” Dean announces his presence, as he carefully folds his legs to sit next to Cas, though a little farther away from the edge than the angel and mindful not to look down. If he doesn’t acknowledge where they are, or so Dean’s logic, he can pretend they’re not actually challenging the laws of gravity. 

Cas turns his head at him, checks him for any signs of distress with a cursory glance. When he doesn’t seem to come up with too bad news, he asks, “How did you find me?” 

Dean rolls his eyes. “Please, I’ve known you for some time now. Give me a little credit,” he says. “Fresh air, bird’s eye view, secluded from anyone else… Where else would you go when you’re pissed?”

“I’m not pissed,” Cas corrects, a long sigh leaving his lungs. “I’m embarrassed. I ruined your evening.”

Heart swelling, Dean can’t help it, he has to draw closer and pull Cas’ back against his chest. “You didn’t ruin anything,” Dean assures.

He arranges them so that his thighs bracket Cas and his arms hold him secure. This way, Dean’s not sitting too far in the danger zone and he has a good grip on Cas should he for some reason stumble forward. If it’s more a comfort for Dean than any real precaution for Cas’ safety, only the two of them will know. 

Taking what’s offered, Cas leans back against him, resting his head on Dean’s shoulder so he can look up at him ruefully. “I was being awkward,” he insists. “Sorry that I don’t fit in with your group of friends.” 

“Aw, come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Dean rubs a thumb back and forth, draws patterns on the back of Cas’ hand. “Donna thinks you’re charming!” 

“Donna likes everyone,” Cas points out. “I definitely heard Alex refer to me as an idiot at least once. She was whispering it to Benny, but she forgot my hearing is above the human average.” 

“Alex is a teenager. They’re generally brutal, that doesn’t count,” Dean argues.

Glaring up at him through his lashes, Cas counters, “I asked Bess if going through two different monthly cycles was all too bothersome.” 

“Okay, yeah, that was weird,” Dean admitted, stifling a laugh that would’ve been pretty counterproductive in this scenario. “But hey, she’s married to a weirdo herself so I’m sure she took it with humor.” Soothingly, Dean brushes a hand through Cas’ hair. “And anyway: you may be an idiot but you’re my idiot. And everyone else just has to deal with it.”

Silent for a while, they watch as a bird flies to the top of a nearby tree and adds a little twig to its nest. 

Then, tentatively, Cas asks, “It wouldn’t bother you if they don’t like me?” 

Clutching him a little closer, Dean drops a kiss to his temple. “They like you,” he says with all the certainty he has. “And if they don’t, they’re the idiots.” 

He looks at Cas until his stoic features melt into a subtle little smile. Until Dean’s mission is accomplished. 

“Wanna go back down now to face the gang?”

Shoulders slightly less slumped than before, Cas takes his hand and pulls them both up to a standing position. “Yes.” 

Here’s one for 43. I’m gonna do 217 later for shits and giggles. If anyone else is interested the prompt list I’m working on now is here.

This little ficlet is based around a headcanon I have about how a “we’re trapped here and definitely going to die” conversation if it was Dean and Cas trapped instead of Dean and Sam.

They were going to die here. Tucked away in a strange, underground dungeon in the dark. The walls were covered in enough Enochian to make Chuck himself no more powerful than an earthworm. Even Dean felt a little woozy in a room with this much warding, though that might be due to the concussion he’d probably gotten when he’d rushed their kidnappers a few days ago and they sent him tumbling into the rock wall of the dungeon.

“Why the hell did you come after me?” Dean asked.

The dungeon was lit no brighter than candlelight, but it looked almost like daylight to Dean’s eyes after being down here for so long. Cas sat with his back against the opposite wall of their cell. His face was bruised, his eyes  closed and his legs were stretched out next to Dean’s. There was an inch or two of space between them that Dean felt like a hot line of want along his thigh.

Dean curled his hands into fists. “Answer me.”

Cas sighed and blinked lazily at Dean. “You know why.”

“No.” Dean shook his head hard enough that the dungeon started to swim a bit in his vision. “No, that’s not possible because I told you not to.”

“Forgive me if I don’t always pay attention to the things you tell me not to do, Dean,” Cas said. “I couldn’t let you die down here by yourself and you know that.”

“Oh, great, so your solution is to get yourself killed too?” Dean asked.

Cas shrugged. “That part didn’t go according to plan, no, but at least neither of us is alone.”

Dean looked away. Maybe if he talked to their captors he could convince them that Cas didn’t deserve to be here. They could let him go so Dean didn’t have to watch him die again. So Dean could know that Cas was out there somewhere safe and alive.

“Whatever stupid plan you’re thinking up now, I won’t go along with it if it means that you’re staying here,” Cas said.

“Why Cas?” Dean asked. “Why the hell would you want to stay here with me? You know we’re going to die here.”

“Dying here with you is better than living anywhere else without you,” Cas said.

“Dammit, Cas,” Dean said, shaking his head.

“Dean, please,” Cas said quietly. “You said it yourself, we’re going to die here. Can you please stop pretending you don’t know that I’m in love with you?”

Dean closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the dungeon wall. Cas’s words seemed to echo on the stone around them and through the corners of Dean’s mind.

“I told you not to fall in love with me,” Dean said without opening his eyes.

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fic by procasdeanating  | art by exceptcas

When Dean Winchester quits his job as head of marketing at Sandover, his life turns on its axis. 

His new job is nothing like his last: As the first communications manager for the small town of Milford, he’s confronted not only with new tasks, but a whole new set of work ethics that make him question what kind of person was and who he wants to be. 

The biggest challenge yet might be working with the obnoxious Castiel Novak. Cas gets under his skin and grinds Dean’s nerves raw, so much so that Dean doesn’t even realize that he’s slowly but inevitably falling for him.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Passing Ships by @wanderingcas

77k, mature, complete

rec by @procasdeanating

Summary:

When Castiel commits a crime unforgivable, he is demoted from distinguished guardian angel to the role of cupid. His assignment: to pair Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden together as soulmates. Adamantly against the idea, Dean proves to be a challenging assignment for Castiel - especially when he falls in love with him.

Quote:

Mary crosses her arms over her chest, eyes fierce and unyielding. “There is always a choice,” she says.

Castiel feels the electricity in her gaze and is struck silent. He lets out the breath he is holding. “I don’t know what to do,” he whispers helplessly.

Mary puts a hand on his shoulder, her eyes anchoring him. “First of all, you need to tell Dean what the hell is happening. Let him in, Castel. You need to remember that the people who love you want to help you.”

Castiel nods; can’t meet her eyes. She sucks in a breath and says, softly, “You’ve never had anyone worrying about you before, have you?”