where there is darkness: now complete

When Castiel Milton takes a job to be the new assistant keeper at Whaleback Lighthouse in Kittery, Maine, he expects to live out his new life in quiet isolation. What he gets instead is Dean Winchester: bitter, brash, and, like Castiel, harboring a dark secret. As the spark of attraction between them grows into a flame, the lighthouse walls start closing in—as do the ghosts of Dean and Castiel's checkered pasts.

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more tags! mwah!

now that bedlund has basically confirmed that the writers (well at the very least him but it’s likely more) perceived destiel and wrote with destiel in mind, i am soooooo curious to know when this started??? how early did they realize there was possibly more complex feelings between deancas???? at the very least for bedlund it sounds like it was s5 but i bet there were hints of it as early as 4x07. hell maybe even right after 4x01?????

i need bedlund (hungry freak cas understander, much to say about destiel) and robbie thompson (queer nerd dean understander, wrote first destiel confession with dean saying "i love you" FIRST) to put their heads and pens together and work on s16. like pls. i need it

throwing some unedited apocalypse destiel at the dashboard

throwing some unedited apocalypse destiel at the dashboard

‘buck should end up with tommy’ ‘buck should end up with eddie’ buck should end up with a firefighter played by misha collins

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

interesting but not surprising: putting my own complicated feelings on the human experience and what living truly means in this particular au cas's journey

"How did you know?"

Cas looks up, finally; the firelight hits his face in a way that casts shadows across the sharp plane of his nose. He tilts his head in a silent question.

"How did you know it..." Dean clears his throat. "That it wasn't worth it anymore?"

Cas folds his arms over his bent knees. "There was one morning that I woke up and didn't realize what my favorite food was. That I didn't have a favorite anything." He frowns. "That scared me more than anything else."

Dean nods. Like he has any clue about it.

"To keep going only for the sole purpose of shaping yourself into someone else's expectations... that's not a life." Cas's frown deepens and his eyes get brighter in the fire's warm glow. "That's a slow death."

Multiple people have said VIBES and my brain is actually melting.