“I can’t see you anymore,” Cas says one day.
Dean looks at him askance and flips the burger patties on the grill. “Come again?” he asks.
Cas sits on the barstool at the counter, hands folded on the polished granite and eyes downcast. It’s been two weeks since the “greatest meteor shower of the century” shook the planet – that’s what all the news broadcasts are calling it, and the world’s top meteorologists are in a tizzy trying to explain it – and one week since Dean got a call from an unknown number, heard raspy uneven breathing on the other end and knew, inexplicably, that it was Cas. One week since Dean drove out to Pontiac Illinois – and why the fuck does Cas keep popping back in Pontiac?– and picked up his fallen angel, dirt caked on his overcoat and embedded in the tear tracks on his cheeks, and bundled him in the front seat with the blankets he’d shoved in the trunk.
One week since Sam and Dean undertook the impossible task of teaching Castiel how to live, instead of exist.
“Your soul,” comes the answer almost a full minute later. Cas’ voice breaks. “I can’t see your soul.”
(Source: deathsdaleks)
please the first time Dean kisses Cas he thinks it’s going to be all soft and slow and it is until Cas snaps from surprised to really fucking into it and the next thing Dean knows, he’s pressed up against a wall and he’s vaguely reminded of seeing Cas do the same thing to Meg and that kind of gets him a little angry, a little jealous and he meets Cas stroke for stroke with tongue and teeth, neither one realizing that they’re peeling the other out of their clothes until it’s skin on skin, jeans against slacks, belt buckles digging into stomachs.
And this thing between them has been building for too many years to stop now just because of a couple of pairs of pants and the underwear beneath. Dean doesn’t expect the hands under his ass that lift him off the ground, manhandled like he’s never been by anything human and fuck if that doesn’t make his blood sear through his goddamn veins.
Those very same hands that gripped him tight and raised him from perdition, lifting him now with fingers under his thighs, coercing him to wrap his legs around hips he never knew were that slim. And it’s rough. He’s going to have a friction burn on his back form the wall, stubble burn on his chin and lips from the kisses, and jean burn on his thighs where they’re dry humping like no tomorrow and he doesn’t fucking care.
Neither one of them cares.
Not when they’re too far gone to kiss, panting hard against each other’s mouths with murmured gasped, moaned “Cas-” “Dean…” until one of them comes first - and it’s Cas. A choked off noise on his lips, face pressed to the curve of Dean’s shoulder and if Dean feels teeth in his skin he doesn’t care about that either.
And Cas doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop rolling his hips against his until Dean is coming in his jeans too - like he hasn’t done since he was in high school. They don’t care about it even when Cas drops to his knees and Dean ends up half in his lap, half sitting on the floor and they don’t say anything about it - there’s nothing to say - when they pick themselves up nobody-knows-how-long later to shuck off the last of their clothes and Dean takes Cas’s hand, drags him to the shower for wet, lasting kisses against cool tiles with exploring hands and mouths.
I do not think you understand how much I need Castiel wearing Dean’s clothes next season. Ripped jeans hanging low on slim hips; ratty old concert tees that are slightly too small for Dean, but fit Cas like a glove, and plaid button downs that are just a bit too big, but Cas wears because they’re soft and smell like Dean.
okay so i thought the end angel falling scene of supernatural was really haunting so i cut the audio out and let me tell you its beautiful
just listen
Season 9 spoiler: Chuck bursts into heaven and marches right up to Metatron going “Listen here you little shit.”
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Dean kissing down Cas’ shoulder blades and Cas shuddering becuase he misses his wings so much and Dean turns him around and kisses him real slow and deep and runs his hands through Cas’ hair and Cas moves so his head is on Dean’s shoulder. And Dean just strokes his fingers along Cas’ back, where his wings would have been.
(Source: mishas-assbutts)
BEST SEASON FINALE SINCE SWAN SONG
4 FOR U SEASON GR8
FOUR FOR YOU
And if you fall as Lucifer fell,
You fall in flames
Well, if this doesn’t remind you of last night’s finale ending, I dunno what will.
