i am complete deancas trash
90% destiel, 10% cockles/general spn/other madnessif you need me to tag anything else at all, just shoot me a message.
*psst* if you send me prompts or requests for edits/fics, i will love you and your children forever.
#ok but #they are literally dads #DADS #look at them #do you see #do you see their faces #they’re fucking awkward and hopeless #but i swear to god #they are holding those babies with love and care #and i will fight anyone who says otherwise #because dean and cas #together #would make absolutely incredible parents
ok but highschool!cas making friends with an altogether older and more popular dean winchester -
dean is a couple years ahead of cas at schoolcas is openly pansexual, that’s unusual, so he has a bit of a reputationdean recognises him when he turns up at bobby’s garage to collect some stuff for his dadand he is curiousand meeting castiel only piques his interestand for some reasonsomehowcastiel is also intriguedso he just keeps on coming back, inventing increasingly bizarre and elaborate excuses to justify his visits and apparent need for dean’s skills as a mechanic *wink wink* *nudge nudge*ok but imagine dean and cas falling asleep together on the sofa, just kind of slowly flopping onto each other while the lights are low and the tv is still murmuring in the background and their hands somehow become intertwined without either one of them noticing and they both have these sleepy little smiles because they are warm and happy and together omg

How long had he been working with Cas? Dean hadn’t a clue, but he did know that Cas was such a freakin’ weirdo that he was the only FBI agent who could handle him (and he’d never admit it, but the detective did make a pretty good partner - both on and off a case).
sometimes just imagining dean and cas doing mundane, everyday routine stuff together makes me so happy…like waking up in the morning, hair mussed and tangled up in each other, making each other coffee, doing each other’s ties, watching tv on the couch together, doing laundry, going out for dinner, just existing - together.
dean and castiel
sitting in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
first comes desire
then comes love
then comes sEVEN SEASONS OF NOT-SO-SUBTLE GLANCES AND PROLONGED BODILY CONTACT AND ENIGMATIC EXCHANGES AND UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION BECAUSE THEY’RE TWO FUCKING IDIOTS WHO CAN’T GET THEIR FUCKING FEELINGS TOGETHER
Dean shaking Cas awake when he has nightmares. Dean wordlessly pulling off his sweat-stained shirt and fanning him with a wad of newspapers. Dean cutting Cas off when he tries to apologise for ruining another night. Dean gruffly wiping the tears from his cheeks and saying no more about the matter. Dean pulling Cas back up when he falls down, because no matter how shit he is at showing affection, he’s always got his angel’s back.
AU where Dean’s a cop and Castiel is a private detective, and they always find themselves working on the same case, generally getting up in each other’s faces because Cas knows that the police are fucking useless and Dean thinks that the pretentious detective-dickhead-in-a-trench-coat needs to stop interfering with the law and mind his own fucking business. Somehow, extremely competitive and far-too-frequent angry sex ensues with name-calling becoming a regular occurrence (because neither of them will admit it, but the arguing really turns them on).
Okay but imagine Dean using horribly cheesy angel-themed pickup lines on Cas when they start dating – just for shits and giggles – because Cas always responds to them with utmost seriousness in this adorably bewildered manner oh my gosh –
“Are you an angel? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”
“I’d appreciate it if you refrained from stating the obvious, Dean.”
“Am I dead, Angel? ‘Cause this must be Heaven!”
“No, Dean, this is Purgatory. Please do keep up.”
“Baby, somebody better call God, ‘cause he’s missing an angel!”
“I believe Father is fully aware of my whereabouts, but thank you for your concern.”
“Is it hot in here or is that just the Holy Spirit burning inside of you?”
“I’m inclined to believe that it’s the latter.”
“Can I take a picture of you to prove to my friends that angels do exist?”
“Dean, you do not have any friends.”