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deathbyspookyopen:

Happy Birthday thecaptainsoiree!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

(AO3)

Dean kicked the door to the motel room closed, wincing at the ominous creak it made as it slammed.  Of all the motels he’d stayed in over the years, this one was definitely on the most decrepit end of the spectrum- the colonies of mold growing blatantly all over the walls probably had a fully functioning government at this point, and Dean could see each and every spring in the mattress, all of them waiting eagerly to stab him in the back.  He might have been better off just spending the night in the car- but then again, the free wifi was just too tempting.  Anything was better than having to get back in the car and drive for two hours just to find a Starbucks three towns over.

He toed off his shoes and pulled his aging laptop out of his bag eagerly.  It took for fucking ever to start up, telling him for at least ten minutes that it would be “just a moment.”  He ignored the browser in favor of opening Skype- anyone he would want to talk to from the Moondor forum he already had as a contact, and anyone else would just be irritating.  He tapped his fingers impatiently as the chat window loaded far too slowly.

The green checkmark next to Castiel’s name sent his heart pounding hard against his ribcage.

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boazpriestly
boazpriestly:

"Hey, you’re reached Dean Winchester. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave some info for me, I’ll see if I can get back to you as soon as I can." 
The beep comes to fast and you haven’t planned the message you were gonna leave. So you just stick to the usual, the one you’ve left over and over since you fucked everything up. 
"Please, Dean, just call me back. I’m so sorry. Please." 
You hang up and dig in your pocket for the last of your quarters. Maybe he’ll answer if you call just one more time. 
****
You’re almost home when your phone starts ringing. Your heart races, but you can tell by the ringtone that it’s Sam calling instead of Dean. You press a button on the steering wheel and let the car pick it up. 
"Yeah?" you answer. You don’t even try to hide how tired you are. 
"You gonna make it here tomorrow?" Sam asks. You can hear the other questions that he’s biting back. He doesn’t want you on the road at this time of night, and has said so about half a millions time since you’ve known him. But he also knows that driving clears your head and that you can’t stop this habit even if someone paid you. 
"I’m about an hour away," you tell him. 
"You going to the house?" 
"Where else would I go?" 
"My place, maybe? Jess set up the guest room for you, and Avery’s been asking about you all weekend." 
"I’ve got to get a few things. Stuff Dean wants, you know?"
Sam is silent for a few minutes, then, “He’d be okay with you getting it later. He’d want you here with us.” 
The things Sam’s trying not to say are digging their way inside of you. Your heart starts slamming its fists against your ribcage like it’s been shoved inside a too small closet and is begging to be let out. You swallow hard and bite your lip, reopening the split you’d made about a week ago. 
"I’ll come over after, Sam." 
"Promise?" 
"Yeah. I — I gotta go." 
You hang up before Sam can say anything else. Your stomach knots and you look at the passenger seat for a moment, wishing that Dean was sitting in it. He loves these drives just as much as you. Solo missions, suck. 
****
"Hey, you’re reached Dean Winchester. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave some info for me, I’ll see if I can get back to you as soon as I can."
You can’t make the tears stop falling. You’d held it together so well until now. You thought that if you just pretended like everything was still the same it would be. All you had to do was keep talking to him, keep apologizing to Dean and swearing up and down that you would never ever so anything so stupid ever again, that he would smile at you like he always does and tell you that everything was okay. But he won’t answer his phone anymore. 
You dial the number again and again and listen to the same message over and over, hoping so hard that maybe this time it’ll be different. This time for sure, he’ll answer and ask you why the hell you called him so many time when you knew he was working in the garage or doing a session at the studio. 
"I was worried," you’ll tell him because it’s true. 
"About what?" he’ll ask, the tiniest hint of amusement decorating his tone. 
"You, of course. I thought you’d left me again, like when we were little and I got lost in the woods." 
"First off," Dean will say, after a little laugh. "I didn’t leave you then. I I told you I needed to pee and you kept walking. I look everywhere until I found you. And second," his voice will dip them, lowering until it’s the consistency of a rich milkshake that looks too thick to be able to drink, but once you sip the straw you find it’s so perfectly smooth. "I’m right here, Cas. I’m not going anywhere, ever." 
"Promise?" 
"Till my dying breath." 
You’d laugh right now over how stupid you’d been for worrying about him so much, when it was obvious that he was okay, but you’re having trouble not hating him for being so damn literal. 
Your chest aches, and your legs refuse to support you anymore. You fall to your knees and push your forehead against the new tombstone that isn’t supposed to be here yet. 
You dial Dean’s number again and hold the phone to your ear. You listen to his voice, praying the same prayer you’ve been repeating since you woke up in the hospital a week ago.
The beep comes and goes, and you have to remember how to breathe before you can even speak. You run out of time, and have to dial again. 
"I’m so sorry, Dean," you say after the next beep. "I should’ve never been driving when I was that tired. I should’ve pulled over and let you take over, or just taken you up on that offer to sleep in the backseat with you. I —" the message ends, so you call again. 
"I didn’t even see the other car, Dean. I swear. Just please, please, pick up. Please, baby. I need you to pick up. You promised me. You swore you would always be here with me!
"I need you, here. You can’t leave me like this. I was supposed to be the one to go first, remember? At ninety-fucking-two! Me first and then you. We never agreed for it to be the other way around, you asshole!" 
The cold numbs your fingers and stings your forehead. You can’t breath right, and the tears feel like someone’s tracing icicles down your cheeks. Everything hurts so much. 
You call again.
"Stop this, Dean… It’s not funny." 
Please, please, please, just wake me up. God. Wake me up right now and I swear I will never ask for another thing ever again. 
One more time. You just have to call one last time and say one last thing to him. Just one last…
“We’re sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service If you feel you have reached this recording in error please check the number or try your call again.” 

boazpriestly:

"Hey, you’re reached Dean Winchester. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave some info for me, I’ll see if I can get back to you as soon as I can." 

The beep comes to fast and you haven’t planned the message you were gonna leave. So you just stick to the usual, the one you’ve left over and over since you fucked everything up. 

"Please, Dean, just call me back. I’m so sorry. Please." 

You hang up and dig in your pocket for the last of your quarters. Maybe he’ll answer if you call just one more time. 

****

You’re almost home when your phone starts ringing. Your heart races, but you can tell by the ringtone that it’s Sam calling instead of Dean. You press a button on the steering wheel and let the car pick it up. 

"Yeah?" you answer. You don’t even try to hide how tired you are. 

"You gonna make it here tomorrow?" Sam asks. You can hear the other questions that he’s biting back. He doesn’t want you on the road at this time of night, and has said so about half a millions time since you’ve known him. But he also knows that driving clears your head and that you can’t stop this habit even if someone paid you. 

"I’m about an hour away," you tell him. 

"You going to the house?" 

"Where else would I go?" 

"My place, maybe? Jess set up the guest room for you, and Avery’s been asking about you all weekend." 

"I’ve got to get a few things. Stuff Dean wants, you know?"

Sam is silent for a few minutes, then, “He’d be okay with you getting it later. He’d want you here with us.” 

The things Sam’s trying not to say are digging their way inside of you. Your heart starts slamming its fists against your ribcage like it’s been shoved inside a too small closet and is begging to be let out. You swallow hard and bite your lip, reopening the split you’d made about a week ago. 

"I’ll come over after, Sam." 

"Promise?" 

"Yeah. I — I gotta go." 

You hang up before Sam can say anything else. Your stomach knots and you look at the passenger seat for a moment, wishing that Dean was sitting in it. He loves these drives just as much as you. Solo missions, suck. 

****

"Hey, you’re reached Dean Winchester. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave some info for me, I’ll see if I can get back to you as soon as I can."

You can’t make the tears stop falling. You’d held it together so well until now. You thought that if you just pretended like everything was still the same it would be. All you had to do was keep talking to him, keep apologizing to Dean and swearing up and down that you would never ever so anything so stupid ever again, that he would smile at you like he always does and tell you that everything was okay. But he won’t answer his phone anymore. 

You dial the number again and again and listen to the same message over and over, hoping so hard that maybe this time it’ll be different. This time for sure, he’ll answer and ask you why the hell you called him so many time when you knew he was working in the garage or doing a session at the studio. 

"I was worried," you’ll tell him because it’s true. 

"About what?" he’ll ask, the tiniest hint of amusement decorating his tone. 

"You, of course. I thought you’d left me again, like when we were little and I got lost in the woods." 

"First off," Dean will say, after a little laugh. "I didn’t leave you then. I I told you I needed to pee and you kept walking. I look everywhere until I found you. And second," his voice will dip them, lowering until it’s the consistency of a rich milkshake that looks too thick to be able to drink, but once you sip the straw you find it’s so perfectly smooth. "I’m right here, Cas. I’m not going anywhere, ever." 

"Promise?" 

"Till my dying breath." 

You’d laugh right now over how stupid you’d been for worrying about him so much, when it was obvious that he was okay, but you’re having trouble not hating him for being so damn literal. 

Your chest aches, and your legs refuse to support you anymore. You fall to your knees and push your forehead against the new tombstone that isn’t supposed to be here yet. 

You dial Dean’s number again and hold the phone to your ear. You listen to his voice, praying the same prayer you’ve been repeating since you woke up in the hospital a week ago.

The beep comes and goes, and you have to remember how to breathe before you can even speak. You run out of time, and have to dial again. 

"I’m so sorry, Dean," you say after the next beep. "I should’ve never been driving when I was that tired. I should’ve pulled over and let you take over, or just taken you up on that offer to sleep in the backseat with you. I —" the message ends, so you call again. 

"I didn’t even see the other car, Dean. I swear. Just please, please, pick up. Please, baby. I need you to pick up. You promised me. You swore you would always be here with me!

"I need you, here. You can’t leave me like this. I was supposed to be the one to go first, remember? At ninety-fucking-two! Me first and then you. We never agreed for it to be the other way around, you asshole!" 

The cold numbs your fingers and stings your forehead. You can’t breath right, and the tears feel like someone’s tracing icicles down your cheeks. Everything hurts so much. 

You call again.

"Stop this, Dean… It’s not funny." 

Please, please, please, just wake me up. God. Wake me up right now and I swear I will never ask for another thing ever again. 

One more time. You just have to call one last time and say one last thing to him. Just one last…

We’re sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service If you feel you have reached this recording in error please check the number or try your call again.” 

eternallydeancas

cavycas:

"Did you ever think we’d get here?" Castiel asks, casually walking his fingers up the center of Dean’s bare chest. 

"Where’s here?" Dean replies, voice still groggy with sleep and eyes squinted. He watches his husband’s fingers and smiles warmly at the simple affection. 

"Here. In this house, with me, two kids, paper mache hanging off the staircase, a dog at the foot of the bed." Castiel stares up at him through dense lashes. Dean glances at his lips and then back up, captivated by his intense, sapphire gaze even after all of these years. "Apple pie life, as your brother referred to it." They both smile.

"Not in a million years," Dean answers honestly. "Sometimes I think it’s all a dream, that I’m in some basement at the will of a Jinn or somethin’," he sighs and rolls onto his side with an exaggerated grunt and delicately cups Castiel’s face.

"But then there’s you. Not even a Jinn could fake you," Dean breaths, nudging his nose against Castiel’s and ghosting his lips against Cas’ smiling ones. 

Their tender moment is soon interrupted by two pairs of scampering footsteps followed by giggling, incoherent shrieks about breakfast and a couple of body slams from their five year old and toddler. 

cliffnotesofanerd

cliffnotesofanerd:

Cas’s eyes were blue, impossibly blue, criminally blue, and beseeching, his lips slightly parted in disbelief, his expression so soulful and pained that Dean shook his head.

“You know what?” he asked, much to Cas’s confusion. “Fuck this. Fuck all of this. This is bullshit.”

“What?” Cas asked,…

jealoussam
jealoussam:

DCBB 14: All These Precious MemoriesFanmix- by demondeanedPost Date: November 7, 2014

Season 10 Universe Alteration.After working together to find a cure, Sam and Castiel manage to cure Dean and return him to being fully human. However, Dean loses his memory of the past few years- including all his memories of Castiel. As they slowly reconnect he learns that Castiel is dying. Dean and Sam then work to save his life while Dean struggles to come to terms with his feelings for Cas before it’s too late.Written by jealoussamArt by blue-stripe

jealoussam:

DCBB 14: All These Precious Memories
Fanmix- by demondeaned
Post Date: November 7, 2014

Season 10 Universe Alteration.
After working together to find a cure, Sam and Castiel manage to cure Dean and return him to being fully human. However, Dean loses his memory of the past few years- including all his memories of Castiel. As they slowly reconnect he learns that Castiel is dying. Dean and Sam then work to save his life while Dean struggles to come to terms with his feelings for Cas before it’s too late.

Written by jealoussam
Art by blue-stripe

flightlesscas
bravehunters:

story by bravehunters / art by lula-bee
'Would you get hip to this kindly tip?And go take that California trip,Get your kicks on Route 66…’

Castiel is little more than twenty-four hours from a potentially life-changing interview at a prestigious California university, and he’s in trouble. Stranded in Texas after a string of unfortunate events, it looks like he’ll need some kind of miracle to make it there on time. Enter Dean, an eighteen-year-old aspiring rock star, en route to Los Angeles in hope of landing a record deal. Surely it’s just a crazy coincidence – right? Neither one believes in destiny, but the chemistry between them is undeniable, and Dean ends up with a hell of a lot more than he bargained for after offering Cas a ride. Together, they embark on a whirlwind journey of self-discovery; it’s one that is dark at times, colourful at others, as the two learn a number of invaluable lessons about life and love along the way.


coming to livejournal and AO3 in october!

bravehunters:

story by bravehunters / art by lula-bee

'Would you get hip to this kindly tip?
And go take that California trip,
Get your kicks on Route 66…’

Castiel is little more than twenty-four hours from a potentially life-changing interview at a prestigious California university, and he’s in trouble. Stranded in Texas after a string of unfortunate events, it looks like he’ll need some kind of miracle to make it there on time. Enter Dean, an eighteen-year-old aspiring rock star, en route to Los Angeles in hope of landing a record deal. Surely it’s just a crazy coincidence – right? Neither one believes in destiny, but the chemistry between them is undeniable, and Dean ends up with a hell of a lot more than he bargained for after offering Cas a ride. Together, they embark on a whirlwind journey of self-discovery; it’s one that is dark at times, colourful at others, as the two learn a number of invaluable lessons about life and love along the way.
coming to livejournal and AO3 in october!
snuggymickey
noangelsinthegarrison:

Forget-Me-Not Blues
Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organisational duties. The more the merrier, right?
Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.
Written for DCBB 2014 - posting on 3rd November
Picset by the lovely Onja (x)

noangelsinthegarrison:

Forget-Me-Not Blues

Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organisational duties. The more the merrier, right?

Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.

Written for DCBB 2014 - posting on 3rd November

Picset by the lovely Onja (x)

godstielle

textsfromtitanfood:

consider the following aus

  • "we wore matching halloween costumes to this party" au
  • "we’re the only ones who didn’t get the email about class being canceled" au
  • "tried to get the candy bar that didn’t drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can u help…