The Tea is Decaf

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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Cas needs to add them himself. It’s part of the ritual. :)

Cas has only carved a C into the wood. Its been bugging Dean for days. It doesnt look right. It doesnt feel right. So he adds a W.

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I’m calling it canon.

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The first time Castiel meets his future husband, Dean drops shamelessly onto the bench right across from Castiel at the diner’s table and says, with the widest smile possible, “Good morning, sunshine! May I be forward and ask what your favorite silverware is? … Because I love to spoon,” and, against all odds, Castiel finds himself charmed by the man with the beautiful eyes and poor taste in pickup-lines almost instantly. He chuckles before he can help it and Dean looks like he won some kind of amazing prize.

That’s how everything starts.

*  * 

“Hey, handsome, fancy meeting you here. Do you come here often?”

“Dean, this is our kitchen! So yes, of course I’m staying here quite often. Thank you for noticing.”

*  * 

“Hey, beautiful, I lost my underwear, can I see yours?”

“Sure. The laundry basket is in the living room. And you’re free to start folding when you’re already in the process of rummaging through it.”

*  * 

“Sexy, you are by far the hottest person on earth. Like seriously! Let me have your babies!”

“Dean, firstly, that’s anatomically impossible. And secondly, there are currently three children living in this house. I’d say that’s enough for the next one, two years, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well …”

“Shut up and clean the dishes.”

*  *

Hey, babe, I seem to have lost my phone number. May I borrow yours?”

“Well, Dean, my cell number should be programmed in your address book since forever and we share the same landline number, so I think you’re covered.”

*  *

“So, I heard you got the hots for me, Cas! Please tell me the rumors are true!”

“I will ask around and tell you my findings. How about that? Until then you could fix the clogged toilet, it might improve my opinion of you.”

*  *

“Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“There is probably an app for that.”

*  *

“Are you tired? ‘Cause you’ve been running around in my mind all day.”

“Actually, I am. Thank you for pointing it out. I should lie down a bit. Are you going to take care of the kids tonight?”

“Wait, what?”

“Thank you, Dean. And don’t forget that Emma demands at least five fairy tales before bedtime. You’ll need a lot of extra time.”

“Cas –”

*  *

And Castiel guesses he should have begun to be annoyed at some point, hearing those horrible pickup-lines almost every single day for years now. But instead he finds himself smiling fondly more often than not when Dean looks so damned smug everytime he comes up with something new and allegedly witty.

Moreover, Castiel knows that, although he’s joking, Dean is serious about the whole thing at the same time. He’s never been good at voicing his feelings (at least without stammering and blushing) and these phrases are helping him showing his affection toward Castiel in a verbal form.

Granted, it may be a bit unusual, but Castiel grew to love it pretty soon.

(Furthermore, it quite satisfying to see Dean’s proud grin when Castiel surprises him with a nice come-back.)

And every night, as soon as they lie in their bed, facing each other, close and intimate, and Dean puts down his easygoing attitude for the time being and whispers instead, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you so much,” in that soft voice of his, so full of love and adoration, and kisses him gently, Castiel knows that he’s the luckiest man alive.

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HELL YEAH

FUCK yes

Fuck yeah. Xmas can be real lonely when you have racist, homophobic, transphobic assholish relatives. Im here for you fuckers

ALL THE WAY YES

I don’t celebrate the holiday, so I am free!

Hallelujah

“So this is it, eh?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

Dean and Castiel were outside, just looking at each other.

The gates of heaven were closing and all the angels were returning to heaven, which included Castiel. Now, they were alone and didn’t know what to say to each other.

“Dean, I’m sorry. I wish…”

“Me too.”

The tension between the men then broke and they embraced.

“Fuck, Cas. We wasted so much time, why did we waste so much?” Dean whispered.

“I wish I knew, Dean.” Castiel whispered, “I don’t want to go.”

The two men leaned their foreheads together and their lips met with bitterness, desperation and love. That’s when Dean felt it.

Castiel was fading.

“Cas, please. Please stay!” Dean asked for the first time.

“I can’t.” Castiel said, sadly, “I can’t.”

“I love you, Cas.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

They held on to each other until Castiel finally faded away. All Dean did was stood there, his arms still for his angel.

AN: I found this cool fanart by smallworld-inc and I needed to write this. Sorry if this is a little abrupt, but this is all I could I think of.

Enjoy and comments are loved! I don’t own SPN!

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this is the best one yet

Happy Halloween!

“Well? Do you like it?” — Happy Halloween <3 

Fem!Castiel by deanandhiscas Fem!Dean by sketchydean

This was tons of fun to shoot! Pro-tip: gazing in each other’s eyes intensely without cracking up is impossible, so don’t even try to fight it.

(fic) did we fly to the moon too soon?

They’ve been on the road for four weeks and Castiel has never been in love – not like this, at least.

They’ve essentially been living out of their bright-blue van – Jo, Ash, Dean and him – and trading one town for another, they’ve met a whole bunch of people, as one does during hot summers and road trips.

Really, the list goes on and on.

Weed-sharing people. Drunk people. Nasty people who looked at them sideways because they were young and not as free as they pretended to be. (After all, the van was a gift from Jo’s mom Ellen, who allowed this whole road trip to happen for a promise that Jo will at least try college.) People who flirted and liked to be flirted with; beautiful people and intriguing people. Long hair, short hair, beard or no beard, and worn clothes.

None of them managed to hold Cas’ attention for long.

Because there was Dean. And sometimes it seemed that there was no one else. There couldn’t be.

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