Secondary Destiel blog. Fanart, fics and all things Destiel.
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My world’s hanging by three words that I can’t bear to say
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dean-has-a-wing-kink:

"dean winchester isn’t bisexual"

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queenchester:

30 day OTP challenge; day 4: On a date (sort of)

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rageofthenerd:

Petition for a scene in spn where a cupid touches Dean and Cas and nothing happens and everyone is confused for a moment and then the cupid’s like “oh you two must already be in love” and Dean blushes so hard a few of his freckles sizzle off and Sam’s like “yeah obviously.”

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destieldrabblesdaily:

Anonymous asked: You know what’d be cute? team free will on a hunt, and right before they split up to investigate different things, dean/cas casually, absent-mindedly leans in and gives the other a quick peck/ ‘love you’ and doesn’t realize what just happened until a few minutes after, and starts to panic, while the other is just left stunned and blushing furiously by himself ;)

Author’s note: Aww, I loved this prompt! Features Team Free Will, shipper!Sam, and a very flustered Dean and Cas. :)

“Alright, this is the place… Let’s gank that son of a bitch and get it over with.” Dean said determinedly as he cracked open the door of the huge abandoned house that was supposedly haunted.

It was starting to get dark outside, and Castiel shivered reflexively as he watched the oldest Winchester slip inside, immediately followed by Sam who had been right behind Dean. Castiel couldn’t help but feel anxious, because this was all so new. Granted, in his long existence, he had seen almost everything there was to see, but it was different now. Different, because Castiel was human. Not to mention, this was the first real hunt on which Dean had allowed Castiel to come along, and Cas was more than a little nervous…

It was a routine ghost hunt, and after months and months of training, Dean had deemed Castiel ready to join the brothers on one of their simpler cases.

“Hey, are you coming inside, Cas?” Sam poked his head around the door, and tilted it as a gesture for Castiel to come in.

“Yes, of course. Sorry…” Castiel muttered, snapping out of his thoughts and dragging his feet up the porch steps which were creaking eerily with every step he took.

Castiel hesitantly shuffled into the large, dusty hallway. It was fairly dark, and Dean turned on his flashlight just as Cas stepped inside.

“Okay so, Sammy… You and Cas can search this floor, and I will look upstairs.” Dean ordered as he handed Sam a rock salt gun and clasped his younger brother on the shoulder. “The sooner we’re out of here, the better.” He muttered the last part under his breath, but it was still loud enough for Castiel to make out the words

It appeared that Dean was particularly eager for this hunt to be over, and for a moment, Castiel worried if perhaps Dean was afraid that Castiel was going to screw things up…

But then Dean took a step forward and gave his flashlight to Castiel, and Cas registered that Dean’s vibrant green eyes were definitely filled with worry, but that there were no traces of annoyance. Cas came to the conclusion that Dean wasn’t worried about the hunt going wrong because of Castiel, he was worried about Castiel’s wellbeing. Dean’s next words confirmed Cas’ theory.

“Please just… Be careful, Cas. Alright?”

Castiel did not get a chance to properly answer that, because all of the sudden Dean leaned in and pecked Castiel right on the lips, then turned around like it had been nothing out of the ordinary and casually jogged up the stairs to start his search.

Sam was gaping at Castiel, then stared at where his brother had just disappeared. Castiel was certain that he was blushing furiously, and an army of butterflies exploded in his stomach as he dreamily gazed at the staircase that Dean had climbed less than a minute ago.

“Did he just…?” Sam asked, squinting at Castiel, his mouth slowly slipping into a smirk.

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thegreatwinchesterpumpkin:

Don’t imagine Dean and Cas living next door to each-other when their preschoolers and being super excited for Halloween.

Don’t imagine Cas saying super seriously to Dean that it’s the first of Halloween and Dean cracking up laughing until Cas does too and they’re just rolling on the ground giggling.

Don’t imagine Mary presenting them both with little sweaters she knitted specially for them and they look pretty average until you see the back and Castiel has little wings on the back of his and Dean has the Batman sign and the both instantly know what their going as for halloween. 

Don’t imagine them watching Mary carve pumpkins and Dean bragging to Cas about how next year he gets to carve his own pumpkin (with a safety knife) and take Sammy up and down the street with them.

Don’t imagine Dean and Cas actually going trick or treating, chubby little hands grasping each-other as they say thank you to each house and then run to the next one laughing and smiling.

And really don’t imagine when their done and they go back to Dean’s house curled up together trying to stay awake, watching Scooby Doo and trading candy before falling asleep in a cuddle pile leaving Mary to find them. 

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journeyintohiddlestiel:

It makes me really sad that Castiel didn’t let go of Dean’s hand in Purgatory until the very last second because he knows that if he had let go any sooner, Dean would’ve stayed with him.

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serenada:

"He traces his hand up Castiel’s side, relishing the angel’s eager response."

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allthebeautifulthings9828:

Remember that time Cas started stripping and Dean forgot how to English. That was a good day.

Which time?

me too dean
me too

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ameliaaboyce:

the trick is to be subtle…

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serenada:

Dean knows there’s no way he can wrap his mind around the entirety of what’s going through an angel’s head at any moment, but sometimes Castiel slows down and slides his hand where the palmprint had been on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean wishes he remembers more about when they’d first met.

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