how does sam winchester keep being such a decent human being though
i’d be knee deep in bourbon and blood after ten minutes of that dude’s life seriously
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#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #charlie bradbury #rowena #crowley #spn season 10Hot damn I called it! Crowley made Dean a demon. Ugh I don’t like it though!
I don’t know about you but I have this thing where I go through a fictional character obsession week. I literally download alot of photos and quote them.
Last week was Elijah Mikaelson & Dean Winchester.
This week it’s Derek Hale.
how does sam winchester keep being such a decent human being though
i’d be knee deep in bourbon and blood after ten minutes of that dude’s life seriously
so basically you mean you’d be dean winchester
OOH
The Supernatural Fandom summed up by Crowley.
No, you don’t understand.
CROWLEY IS TUMBLR.
Think about it:
“Sorry, Moose.”
“Where’s your angel?”
“I assume you don’t kiss on the mouth? - Your loss.”
YES CROWLEY IS TUMBLR.
maybe tumblr is just hell.
Crowley rules it.
that’s why everyone’s so sassy all the time.
Thou have to sass.
And he’s almighty because with every reblog and every like and every asdfghjkl he gains power. And we are his souls.
And the real world wants to close the gates of Tumblr forever.
perfect post really is perfect
We can not allow them to close the gates of tumblr. This is our home. We must fight.
Fighting against the real world to protect the Gates of Hell?
ALL HAIL CROWLEY
Another Crowley quote that would fit Tumblr “I just want to be loved!”
I betcha that if Crowley appeared, tumblr would raise and do everything he commands
He has an army of sold souls between us
Imagine: Baby turning into a human and you becoming jealous of how much attention Dean pays her.
Characters: Dean x reader (sort of), Human!Baby, Sam Winchester, John and Mary Winchester (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned).
Warnings: Major jealousness, sexual tension, torture, blood mentions, angst, fluff, self-loathing.
Word count: 4,125 (I’m not even sorry.)
A/N: This literally got to me at midnight as I found this of how Baby would be a badass black woman (although I imagined her rather like Angela Bassett) and I just couldn’t help myself. It’s full of twists and stuff like that but uh… Hope you like it!
“Goddamn witches!” Dean complained.
“We can track her down later,” (Y/N) spoke tiredly, “right now I just want to go home.”
“Uh, guys?” Sam said. He had walked faster than his brother and friend.
“What is it, Sammy?” Dean asked, reaching his brother’s side.
“We either got lost or the witch stole Baby.” Dean’s knees weakened.
They weren’t lost, that’s for sure. However, Baby was nowhere to be seen.
“THAT BITCH!” Dean roared, throwing his fists in the air.
“Chill, babe.” An unknown voice purred.
She was tall, silver eyes and flawless dark skin. She was covered in leather, and her curly black hair was just as dark as Baby’s hood. She had Dean’s duffel bag, as well as some other weapons that didn’t fit the bag. Her plump lips where forming a sassy smile.
“Who are you?” Sam asked. There was a familiar vibe in the air, but nobody could put a finger on it.
The mysterious woman smiled, handing the bag and the weapons to the Winchesters and completely ignoring the huntress.
“Sammy, I can’t believe that you don’t recognize your own car.” The woman purred, placing a lose strand of hair behind Sam’s ear.
“Ba-Baby?” Dean stuttered. He was hypnotised by the woman, which made (Y/N) extremely jealous.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” The woman winked, “The witch turned me into a human.”
“Son of a bitch!” Dean muttered, not being able to take his eyes off of his car.
“But don’t worry, Dean,” she said, walking closer to the hunter, “you can still call me Baby… And you sure as hell can still ride me.”
Dean gasped at the thought, considering it as a possibility. The woman, Baby, was too beautiful for him to ignore.
“Gross.” (Y/N) mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
True, she was deeply in love with Dean, and human Baby’s presence was getting her on the nerves. However, she was expecting not to be heard, which clearly Baby did.
The woman gave her a death glare.
“I don’t like you.” Baby said with a stern voice. Her fists were clenched and her silver eyes were focused on the huntress. “I hate it when you sit on the hood, you’re too heavy; and I hate it when you put your feet over my dashboard. Thank God Dean never lets you drive me or I swear I would’ve crashed.”
(Y/N) froze in her place, not knowing what to say. Dean’s human car was being a bitch to her and the huntress knew that any wrong sentence would get her ass kicked by both Dean and Baby.
“Sorry?” The huntress muttered.
“Not taken. I don’t know why we didn’t get rid of you after the first night.” Her words were harsh. Sam and Dean were standing in their place, not knowing what to say.
“Uh… Baby?” Dean called, “(Y/N) is our friend, and we don’t get rid of them.” Dean was using his children voice.
“Don’t you think I know? I’ve been with your family for longer than you think. Hell! They made you in my backseat!” Baby fumed, “I know you better than anyone else does.”
“I know but…”
“She’s no good! I don’t like her! Who are you going to trust? Me, your beloved Baby, or that goddamn girl who barely knows you?” Dean was between the blade and the wall, not knowing where to run to.
“Baby, Baby… We don’t know why you hate her but she’s been of great help for us and…” Sam tried to talk some reason inside the car’s head (?) but she was far into herself to even care.
“I’m not going back to the bunker with her.” Baby stated, planting herself straight in the ground as a sign that she wasn’t going to move.
Dean gave (Y/N) an apologetic glance. She knew that Dean would never give up on his car, yet she expected him to talk Baby into the idea of at least walking together back to the nearest bus station.
Sam in fact tried to convince Baby to change her mind, but she was as stubborn as Dean. What he did get was for Baby to allow (Y/N) to walk with them back to the motel, where she was supposed to take her stuff and leave.
“So uh… All the sigils we draw on you and…” Dean began, but Baby was already stripping of her jacket to show Dean.
Baby lifted her black shirt just enough to show Dean the D.W. & S.W. carved in her hips. They looked like scars.
“Painful little shits, you two.” She joked, “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“Sorry… We didn’t know you…”
“Want to see the sigil you draw on my trunk.” She wiggled her eyebrows flirtingly. Dean swallowed loudly as shook his head.
“It’s fine.” Baby looked somehow disappointed at his words, but she didn’t really mind.
“So what about the soldiers and the…” Sam was also interrupted.
“If I get x-rays, you’ll see them.” She simply answered.
(Y/N) had been quiet for the whole walk. Not only was she afraid to talk but she was also too upset to do so. Dean was her crush, and she was starting to get somewhere until that goddamn witch got in the way.
The huntress was thinking over and over again about ways to get Baby back to her normal shape. She knew that Dean would eventually fall into Baby’s arms, and she wasn’t willing to let that happen. Sam was presumably on her side, as well as Cas would be if he knew… (Y/N) started silently praying to Castiel.
-
“Dean, I thought you were going to wash me once we got home, why do I have to take a shower?” Baby argued from the bathroom.
“Because now you’re human, sweetheart.” Dean explained from the other side of the door.
“It’s Baby, not sweetheart. That’s how you call your sluts and I don’t like it.” The woman spoke cruelly. Dean sighed and let his car take a shower.
“She’s tougher than I expected.” Dean breathed out, sitting at the edge of the bed. (Y/N) was next to him, packing her stuff.
“Yeah well, your car is a bitch.” (Y/N) complained as she zipped her bag.
Dean was about to argue when he heard a beautiful, rough voice coming from the bathroom. It was Baby singing his favourite song.
“A bitch that sings, awesome.” (Y/N) hissed, “I’m out of here.”
“Where are you going?” Sam asked concerned.
“Anywhere.” She simply replied, “That bitch doesn’t want me here, and Dean is too much of a henpeck to argue with his car so I’m out.”
“I’m not a henpeck, and she’s not a bitch.” Dean argued. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and left the room, bag in hand.
Sam followed her. He convinced her to sit with him for a little; there were a few benches on the park in front of the motel, so Sam and (Y/N) sat in one to talk.
“I know it’s hard.” Sam began.
“It’s his car, Sam. Dean loves her more than anything else in this world and you know it.” (Y/N) interrupted. Sam cocked his eyebrow, giving (Y/N) a knowing smirk.
“So is this what’s all about?” Sam inquired, “Who loves Dean the most?”
“No…” A bigger smirk, “Maybe…” A wiggle of his eyebrows, “Fine, I’m jealous, all right?”
Sam sighed without dropping the smirk. He wrapped an arm around (Y/N), his best friend, protectively.
“Dean is an idiot, and Baby whips his ass like he was her slave.” Both hunters chuckled, “But I’m sure he will choose you over her any day.”
“Right, because that’s what he just did.” The huntress huffed.
“I think he’s scared of Baby running away.” Sam explained.
“She wants me away anyway… I guess it’s for the better.” Sam nodded, knowing that it was in fact for the better, even when he didn’t like it.
“Do you need money? Do you want me to take you to the bus station?” He began. Sam had always been like a big, protective brother for (Y/N).
“It’s fine, I’m fine… Don’t worry about me, Sam.” She smiled, trying to prove her point.
She gave Sam a kiss on the forehead before walking over to the main avenue, a few blocks away from the motel, and called for a cab to take her to the nearest bus station. She took the first bus, which was casually going to Kansas.
She figured she would have enough time to pack her stuff and find a decent place to live until the Winchesters and Baby arrived to the bunker. She was wrong.
She was just about to finish her packing when the bunker’s door slammed.
She could hear Baby and Dean singing some Styx song, knowing that Sam would probably be groaning on the inside.
“You think she’s gone?” (Y/N) heard Dean saying.
“I hope so.” Baby replied.
(Y/N)’s inner fury rose. She stormed out of her room, meeting face to face with the human car.
Baby was obviously taller than (Y/N), but the huntress didn’t let herself be intimidated.
“I’m afraid I haven’t left yet.” The huntress faked a smile.
“Yes, I can see that.” Baby hissed.
“Alright ladies, who wants some pie?” Dean asked, trying to ease the tension between the two women.
-
Somehow, the brothers managed to get Baby and (Y/N) to sit calmly in the same table to eat pie.
The brother’s had gotten back by bus, just like (Y/N). Also, they had found out that Baby could understand other cars, which Dean described, unsurprisingly, as something “awesome”.
The dinner was over sooner than the brothers expected. Sam and Dean excused themselves to wash the dishes and to give the two women space to talk.
Baby was glaring at (Y/N). She wanted to be glued to Dean, and the huntress just couldn’t understand how, a car, could feel such attraction to his driver. Even when it could make sense, (Y/N) just couldn’t, maybe because she had a crush on Dean as well.
“What are you laughing at?” Baby spoke, breaking the silence of the room. (Y/N) had in fact giggled at the thought of Baby being in love with Dean.
“Nothing.” (Y/N) replied. Both women were sitting at the table in the war room, one in front of the other.
“Honey, you can fool Sam and Dean, but I know when you’re lying.” Baby threatened. (Y/N) sighed, knowing that it was true.
“I just think it’s funny how a car can feel attracted to its driver.” (Y/N) explained. Baby let out a grumble that sounded rather like a cruel laugh.
“You think I’m in love with Dean?” Baby lifted an eyebrow.
“You’re glued to him, you flirt with him, you…” (Y/N) couldn’t finish.
“He’s like a son to me.” Baby hissed, “He may call me his Baby, but in reality he is mine.”
“You have a really strange concept of motherhood, then.” (Y/N) replied sassily.
“I’m taking care of him.” Baby defended herself.
“Taking care of him from what?”
“From you.”
A silence followed Baby’s words. What kind of harm did she think (Y/N) would do to Dean?
“You know me… I’m not going to…”
“Yes you are.” Baby interrupted, “I know you like him, hell you told me.”
It had been a summer, a few years ago. Dean had parked near a lake to have a beer while they reached their destiny. He and Sam had also decided to get closer to the lake; (Y/N) stayed with Baby, sitting on her hood. “Why do I like him so much?” she had asked, not knowing that Baby was in fact listening.
“You’re just like the others.” The car continued, “You like him now because he’s a bad boy, and let’s be honest, the boy looks like he was handmade by the Gods… But once you get him, you’ll be dragged into his darkness and God knows nobody can keep up with that.”
“I’m not like the others… I know that darkness you talk about and…”
“You don’t!” Baby roared, “I’ve been with Dean ever since he was made. I know him better than I know anyone else. We’ve been partners since forever… He has cried in me, he has even destroyed me out of anger. He is part of me and I know you won’t be able to stay with him. You will leave him and I’m not willing to see him suffer for a slut ever again!”
Her words were harsh. (Y/N) could understand her anger, and her fear of Dean suffering more than usual. She knew his grief, his sorrow and his joys; she was his, and he was hers. (Y/N) couldn’t get in between them, even if it hurt.
“Fine.” (Y/N) breathed out after a few seconds of silence, “I’ll stay away from him… But if he looks for me…”
“He won’t.” Baby interrupted, “I’ll make sure of that.”
(Y/N) nodded. Her eyes were filled with tears, but Dean’s well-being was far more important for both women. Baby could see that (Y/N) did care for Dean, but she wasn’t willing to risk it just because of a few tears.
Baby got up to hug (Y/N). She smelled just like when she was a proper car: leather, whiskey, oil…
“Thanks for understanding.” Baby whispered as she let go off the huntress.
“Anything for him.”
-
(Y/N) left the bunker without saying goodbye to the brothers. She grabbed her car, which had been parked for longer than she wanted.
(Y/N) drove as far as she could in one night, not letting the un-spilled tears distract her from running away.
She loved Dean with all her heart. He had been her saviour many times, as well as a shoulder to cry on and an amazing karaoke partner. He had comforted her on several occasion, always reminding her why they did what they did. Dean was a hero, HER hero and it hurt like hell to walk away from him; but Baby was right, Dean deserved better.
(Y/N) drove all the way to Texas, where she found a cheap motel where to spend the night.
She cried until she fell asleep. Her heart ached, she missed both brothers already and it hadn’t even been a day.
-
“Why did you tell her to leave?” Dean roared. He and Baby where at his room, arguing.
“It was for the better.” Baby repeated once more.
“HOW?” Dean begged, “How is dragging her out of my life for the better?”
“She was going to hurt you, Dean.” Baby cried.
“Did you hear her saying it? Or is it just because you don’t know her as good as you know me?” Dean fumed.
“Dean, please… She was just like the others.” Baby continued, “Remember Lisa? She couldn’t keep up with you and…”
“(Y/N) is a hunter! She’s not like the others!” Dean shouted, “She’s seen the same crap I have, can’t you see?”
“If she’s so good, why didn’t you ask her out in the first place?” Baby inquired, trying to prove a point.
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” Dean muttered, lowering his voice in defeat.
“She’s only a contributor to your self-loathing, Dean.” Baby warned.
“She’s not.” Dean insisted, “You’ve heard our conversations…”
“Yes, but eventually she will change and…”
Dean didn’t let her finish. He stormed out of the room, hiding his tears from Baby, the only one who he had actually opened up completely.
The car could finally see her mistake. Dean was setting a barrier with HER, and it was all her fault. If she hadn’t kicked (Y/N) out, if she hadn’t tried to over protect him… He was falling into the same mistakes she was sure John would’ve made in the same situation.
Dean had been the best owner she ever had. Yes, John took good care of her, but Dean loved her. He would always give her a place, he would take care of her, defend her when someone slammed her doors or scratched her paint. Dean would always stand up for her, and Baby thought she was doing the same for him.
-
Baby was willing to take (Y/N) back. Whatever it took her to make her boys happy – because she had also noticed how Sam felt about the huntress leaving.
She literally dragged the brothers to one of the cars at the garage and drove. Not really knowing where the girl had left to. However, it didn’t take long until Dean’s phone rang.
“(Y/N), where are you?” Dean asked rapidly.
“She’s fine,” A voice spoke, “for now. I’m going to finish what I started.”
“I swear if you touch a single hair….”
“Too late.” The witch giggled.
She gave Dean an address. Baby drove there after much hesitation. She didn’t want her boys to get hurt, yet she knew they would never forgive her if she didn’t take them to (Y/N).
“Why do witches like old, abandoned places?” Dean complained as they entered the building. It used to be a clothing factory.
Baby had insisted to be on the front, willing to protect the boys from everything the witch could come up with.
For obvious reasons, the factory was filled with mannequins. Said mannequins had been enchanted to attack the Winchesters as soon as they entered.
The Winchesters didn’t do much. Baby got rid of every single mannequin without her hesitation. She was badass, reckless and she had a crowbar in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. The brothers were impressed at how good the car was.
The three of them kept walking, heading over to the main room where (Y/N) was tied to a chair, right in the middle of the room. She had strange symbols painted on her body in what seemed to be blood – The brothers had never seen such thing. (Y/N) looked exhausted; her hair was messy and her eyes were red from crying. She had a cloth on her mouth, forbidding her from talking.
“(Y/N)” Dean cried, but before he could run to her, Baby stopped him.
“It’s a trap, Dean.” She spoke. Her silver eyes wandered around the room as her hands covered the brothers in a protective way.
(Y/N) was breathing heavily, not taking her eyes off of Baby. The woman finally looked at her, and with a nod, (Y/N) showed her where the witch was.
The witch came out of her hideout. She said some strange words the brothers couldn’t understand; the sigils shined and (Y/N) squealed in pain.
“I invented those.” The witch spoke proudly at the hunters – who were shocked. “The poor thing was sobbing so hard she didn’t notice when I entered her room. I only had to wait for her to fall asleep to get her and…”
“Let her go!” Dean ordered. He was about to run towards the witch but Baby stopped him.
“I’ll get her.” Baby said.
The witch threw all kinds of curses, but Baby dodged them all. She had been in so many car accidents with the Winchesters that she had developed said quality of having good reflexes. Meanwhile, the brothers ran towards (Y/N) who was in fact covered in blood; they untied her and Dean didn’t hesitate in carrying her in his arms while Sam tried in vain to erase the sigils from her skin.
The witch would once in a while say the spell, making (Y/N) squeal in pain. Dean suffered with her; he and Sam felt powerless against the witch, and though Baby was kicking her ass, (Y/N) was still in pain.
“She’ll die if the witch continues…” Sam whispered, noticing how (Y/N)’s life faded from her eyes every time the witch casted the spell.
“I’m not letting her.” Dean grumbled. He made Sam carry (Y/N) as he ran recklessly towards the witch.
The witch casted a spell against Dean. Blood started dripping from his nose and mouth, slowing down the hunter. She smiled satisfied at herself, not knowing that said action had turned on a switch on Baby that no one knew she had.
“Nobody touches my boys.” She hissed.
Her movements were fast, calculated and pretty badass. She looked like one of those heroes from movies that somehow managed to pull off some kick ass tricks as they fight.
Without any second guess, Baby had the crowbar against the witch’s neck. Dean was about to stab her when Baby stopped him.
“Outside.” She ordered; Dean looked at her confused. “Otherwise, you won’t be able to drive me out of here.”
In fact, once the witch was dead, Baby would go back to her normal car form. The thought made everyone’s heart flinch, and not in the good way, but they had to do what they had to do.
Once they were out, Dean stuttered to stab the witch.
“It’s fine, Dean,” Baby smiled, “at least I will be able to drive you home now.”
“You’re home.” Dean spoke softly, smiling back at her.
“I’m proud of you boys.” Baby said, knowing that they didn’t get to hear it much, “I love you.”
“We love you too.” Sam said. He was carrying (Y/N), who had fainted a bit before they went out of the building.
Dean stabbed the witch with tears on his green eyes.
“I hope things don’t change after this.” Baby joked as an oily tear left her eye.
“It won’t.” Dean assured.
The woman reached her hands to hold Dean and Sam’s. They were turning into rubber and her skin and hair were becoming as black and shiny as the paint they knew too well.
“My boys…” She whispered as she transformed back into a car.
Dean had stopped bleeding and (Y/N)’s skin was free from sigils. Baby was back in shape and all the brothers wanted was to go back home.
They placed (Y/N) on the backseat and then they sat at their corresponding seats. Dean turned on the music in a slow volume, knowing now that Baby liked it as much as he did. He drove back home, taking bigger conscious of his car now that he had met her in person.
They reached the bunker. Sam had offered to help Dean with (Y/N) but the older brother shook the idea away and asked his brother to go to sleep.
Dean waited until (Y/N) was up.
“How are you feeling?” Dean asked, placing his palm over her forehead.
“Like shit.” She breathed out. Dean smiled shyly at her.
“You’re home now.” Dean spoke, “You’ll be alright.”
“Yeah… Baby is back, huh?” The huntress asked as she realized the leather seats she was sat in.
“She is.” Dean replied.
“I liked her… I mean, in spite of…” Dean nodded as he let out a breathy laugh.
“She’s just overprotective.” Dean chuckled.
“I know… What I don’t know is why you took me back.” Dean shivered, knowing what followed.
“Besides the witch bitch kidnapping you…” Dean laughed, “I can’t bear the thought of being away from you.”
“And Baby let you come after me?” The huntress asked, trying to avoid Dean’s words from affecting her.
“She knows me…” Dean muttered.
The huntress giggled lightly, getting a confused glance from Dean.
“It’s funny because she was too scared of me hurting you, and she kicked me out only to go get me back afterwards because she hurt you… If that makes any sense at all.” The huntress laughed.
“It does…” Dean grinned, “but uh… What do you mean by hurting me?”
The huntress didn’t reply with words. Instead, she just gave Dean a knowing, shy look which was more than enough for him to understand what she truly meant. She felt the same about him.
They didn’t need to say anything. Without any second thought, Dean’s lips were connected to (Y/N)’s in a slow pace. He wanted to recover all the lost time he had spent thinking she was too good, or that she didn’t like him.
“Uh… Dean?” She mumbled, breaking the kiss. Dean hummed in response. “I feel odd making out in Baby after… You know.”
Dean let out a genuine laugh, which made (Y/N)’s heart flutter.
“She actually has fun… Don’t ask how I know it but uh… I guess we can… Yeah.” Dean stuttered as he helped the huntress out of the car. They shut the door carefully, knowing how much Baby hated them to be slammed.
“Good girl.” Said Dean as (Y/N) palmed Baby’s roof.
Baby purred in response, although they couldn’t hear her. She was used to it anyway, and at least she now knew that the boys had acknowledged her feelings for them. After all, they were family and there was nothing Baby wanted more but to know that they felt appreciated; a job that she had accomplished correctly.
College Student Dean Winchester noticing his classmate, Castiel Novak, as soon as he walks through the door of his first English class.
Dean sitting a row behind Castiel and trying to concentrate on the literature, and not the way Cas’ hair curls at the back of his neck.
Dean totally losing focus when the weather turns hot and Castiel turns up to a class in a tank top that shows off his tanned, muscular arms.
Dean peering over Castiel’s very distracting shoulder to try to catch up on the part of the class that he missed because he was daydreaming.
After ten minutes, Dean leaning forwards to see that Castiel has typed, “I know you’re reading this.” Dean leaning back so fast that he knocks his bag off the desk with a crash. Castiel turning his head slightly with a little satisfied smile on his face.
Dean being unable to resist leaning forwards one more time five minutes later, and reading, “Want to go out sometime?” and a phone number highlighted in pink halfway down the page.
Dean leaning back and punching the air, which he swiftly turns into a stretch when the professor looks over at him.
Dean getting his phone out there and then in the class, and texting back, ‘hell yes’. (*ノ∀`*)
There are certain signs that make Dean Winchester suspect that he’s in love.
It’s the way his heart flutters restlessly whenever he and a now human Cas unexpectedly cross paths in the bunker.
It’s the warm feeling in his gut that he gets whenever Castiel smiles at him, blue eyes wide and genuine.
It’s his very soul, and how it starts singing with joy whenever Castiel simply says his name. Dean. It somehow sounds so much better when Cas is the one saying it.
However, there are other signs that let Dean know for sure.
It’s how he doesn’t mind when Cas steals his mug of morning coffee with an innocent smile, even when he’s craving that caffeine himself.
It’s how he doesn’t feel annoyed when his favorite shirt suddenly goes missing, and he finds out days later that Cas has borrowed it without politely asking.
It’s how Dean grumpily strides into the kitchen one morning, ready to give Cas a piece of his mind because the fallen angel has used up all of the hot water in the shower yet again, leaving Dean cold and shivery.
He knows he’s in love when he feels all of his anger melt like fresh snow in the watery February sun as soon as Castiel greets him with a warm “Good morning, Dean”.
Dean’s scowl fades as he eyes Cas who’s sitting at the small kitchen table, all bed hair and doe eyes, reading the morning paper while munching on some pancakes. In the back of his mind, Dean just knows that Cas has already solved the daily crossword puzzle on page three, even though that’s Dean’s favorite thing to do. But not even this fuels Dean’s earlier fury, and that’s how he knows he’s a lost cause; love makes blind.
When Dean tentatively sits down beside Cas after pouring himself some coffee, Castiel blushes as he pushes the paper in Dean’s direction, pointing at the surprisingly still empty crossword puzzle.
“I saved this for you, Dean.”
Instead of sharing the crossword, Dean and Castiel share their first kiss. And their second, and their third. His lips turning up into a smile against Castiel’s, Dean decides that he could get used to being in love.