Beemywings

“What are you doing?” asks Cas, lurking into the bathroom. Dean stands in front of the mirror, very close to the thin glass pane.

“Looking at my face. God, when I became so old?” he says more to himself than Cas.

“I like your face. You're pretty.”

Dean turns himself to Cas, surprised by his words. “Dude, you can't say shit like this to another guy!”

“Why?” Cas tilts his head.

“I... dunno, just don't.”

“But it's the truth, you are pretty. And I like that you're getting old. Every new wrinkle means something. I like these ones in the corners of your eyes. They're from laughter, and I adore when you're laughing.”

If the light in the bathroom wasn't that shitty, he would see how Dean blushes.

“And this one,” Cas brushes the space between Dean's eyebrow with his thumb, “means you're stubborn.”

Dean laughs, and Cas grins at him, looking in his eyes or maybe watching wrinkles next to these?

“All right then, I can roll with that.”

Maybe wrinkles ain't so bad if Cas likes it?

Dean looks at his face in the mirror once again and realizes, for the first time, he didn't think he's going to die on the hunt in the young age. He could live. He has people who are worth it.

Something to be thankful for.

“i wish i read more books” says woman who only read fanfictions of the same couple over and over again.

it's me, i'm the woman.

I will never stop clowning

for positiveseb with the prompt: cas giving dean a jar of honey and dean declining because cas is already his honey

I like to imagine that both Dean and Cas are absolutely terrible at remembering dates and anniversaries. So the spend their second wedding anniversary like any other day with Dean continuing to fix the roof of their fixer upper and Cas taking care of their vastly growing garden. So they work and cook and make out against the kitchen counter and argue about whose turn it is to bring the trash out.

And at 11:57 PM Dean suddenly looks up from the book in his hands and asks, “Wait ... didn't we forget something?“

And Cas thinks about that for a moment very intently before realization hits him. “Oh yes! You still owe me two dollars from the time I gave you money so you could buy yourself an ice cream cone at the park.“

Dean scoffs at that. “Dude, we're married. Your money is my money.“

“I don't think this is how it works,“ Cas objects.

And so they bicker about that until they eventually drag themselves to bed way past midnight.

It's only three days later when Sam casually asks what they did for their wedding anniversary that they realize their own oversight and they stare at each other with wide eyes for a second before communicating silently to fake it until they make it.

So Dean lies through his teeth, “Oh, we had a great day, went on a big date. Cas even got me ice cream at the park.“

"That's right,“ Cas agrees. “ And he doesn't owe me any money at all for that.“

And while Sam looks at them like they're idiots Dean and Cas fist-bump each other under the kitchen table.

I don't know exactly when they sealed the deal but by the time the show ended they were married

so very married

mornin sunshine~

Every time I see Case holding a bee themed thing I'm like 😍

dean goes shopping at the grocery store every monday, and, every single time, dean gets cas a little bouquet of flowers. it’s nothing fancy, but it’s always something with bright colors and soft floral smells. dean always comes home, places the bags of groceries on the counter, and then takes the flowers to cas. “for you” dean always murmurs, kissing cas’ temple or his cheeks and sometimes his lips, and cas always blushes and his smile is so soft and tender that dean feels a lil weak in the knees

Happy pride from my boys <3

all in the same episode...

When you finish reading a really long fic and don’t know what to do with yourself

one of my favourite pastimes is thinking about dean and cas doing things together before they actually get together <3

dean starting to touch cas more affectionately, more casually. sharing a coffee mug in the morning. sitting pressed up close on the couch while they watch a movie. it makes me feel so dizzy insane to imagine them getting to a point where they might even hold hands on a long car trip or when they’re just sitting together just to hold onto each other. just so dean can bend and poke at cas’ fingers. just so cas can let him, and watch while he does. the way they’re best friends and are so comfortable with each other <3

It takes precisely eight hours, twelve minutes, and forty-three seconds for shit to hit the fan. 

That’s exactly how long it’s been since Cas left the apartment to go visit the natural museum’s new exhibit with the rest of his cohort from the archeology master’s program and, instead of saying “See you later!” or “Have a great time!” like a normal roommate would, Dean went in for a kiss. 

Well, that’s not quite it.

He actually kissed Cas. Full on the mouth. In the doorway. 

Those eight hours, twelve minutes, and forty-three seconds have been the worst. While there’s no indication that Cas wants him to move to another country, Dean’s been thinking about it. The only problem is that he doesn’t have a passport. 

But no, Cas’s cheeks just turned pink and he stuttered out a, “See you this afternoon,” and then at noon Dean gets a text from him saying he probably wouldn’t be back at the apartment until dinnertime. Dean considers clearing out but decides to stick around and order pizza for dinner.

Cas arrives before the large pepperoni pizza with onions, dropping his keys on the floor and uttering a swear word. Dean vigorously pretends to have no idea he’s back, despite the face that Dean is very much sitting in the living room, also pretending to read a book.Cas deposits himself onto the couch next to Dean and then takes his book and shuts it.

“Hey, I was reading that!”

“No you weren’t. That’s one of my textbooks.” Cas is right. The cover reads Human Adaptability: An Introduction to Ecological Anthropology.

Funnily enough, Dean hadn’t noticed. 

“Why?” Cas asks.

“Why what?”

“You know.”

Here’s the inevitable eight hours, twelve minutes, and forty-three seconds later. Dean sighs, and then he sighs again, and then he stares at their blank, powered-off television. “Dunno. It just happened.” 

“That doesn’t just happen.” Cas emphasizes his words with air quotes. 

Well, Dean’s already kissed him. He might as well go all out before he has to start searching for a new apartment and boxes to cram all his crap into. 

“Fine.” He’s not going to look at Cas, though. “I wanted to kiss you. Have for a while. So I did. Happy?”

“You sound angry about it.”

“Uh, yeah?” Dean sneaks a glance at his roommate. Cas looks…confused? “Are you…not angry about it?”

“Why are you angry about it?” Cas asks.

“Why are you angry?”

“I’m not.”

“Oh.” Oh. 

“It was nice.” Cas clears his throat. “But now you’re being…confusing.” 

“Well, I’m not confused.” Confidence (miraculously) restored, Dean decides to try again, properly, and he seizes Cas by the front of his University of Illinois-Chicago hoodie and pulls him and–

The doorbell rings.

It’s the pizza guy. 

Dean reluctantly lets go of Cas and clambers off the couch. He slips the pizza guy a twenty in exchange for their dinner, and then shuts the door, turning to face Cas, who followed him. “I got pepperoni and–”

He never finishes his sentence. 

(And the pizza gets cold.)

New sketch, sorry if it's too much. But with him it's always too much. Actually, I'm not sorry.

I want to read a fic exacly like my most beloved favorite fics but also NEW and DIFFERENT. but also the same. 

Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge. 

He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.

Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.

The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day. 

When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars. 

It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.

“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

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