“It’s- it’s Cas… you know? Maybe we can bring him back, like you said.”
DAMN. THOSE TAGS.
“It’s- it’s Cas… you know? Maybe we can bring him back, like you said.”
DAMN. THOSE TAGS.
Jensen Ackles: For Dean, it wasn’t just the fact that it was Cas; it was kind of all that he represented.
gimme sports au’s about Cas as a buff and spry college football player
Cas as a defensive end who is an absolute savant at reading plays on the fly - he’s always exactly where he needs to be. He and coach Singer and most of the team know that he’s the reason the team is so successful, but he’s happy to sit back and quietly let Gabriel, the quarterback, take all the glory.
So Dean has heard of Gabriel, but not Cas, when Anna starts bothering the wrestling team about helping out her cheerleaders. Dean’s not about to give up wrestling but he agrees to come to cheer practice part-time and help out on game day with some of the formations. As a favor to Anna. Not because he’s interested in football players - they’re all either hulking meatheads or poncy show-offs like Gabe.
But halfway through the first game he spends with the cheer squad, he turns to Anna like, “Has the other team really not scored yet?” And with a little coaching on football strategy from Anna, he picks up on the fact that the reason the other team can’t score is because of that one defensive end fucking up every single one of their plays.
He’s kind of impressed until the next turnover, when the defensive line comes off the field and takes their helmets off, and he sees that sweaty black hair sticking to that creased forehead above those tired, fierce eyes.
Then he’s really impressed.
When Cas starts squirting Gatorade into his mouth from a water bottle Anna actually has to reach across and physically close Dean’s mouth.
BLAH I CAN’T JUST LEAVE THIS ALONE
A couple of weeks later coach Singer takes the whole football team out to celebrate winning their division championship at the restaurant where Dean works part-time as a waiter. Cas is, of course, the celebrant of the night and the entire team makes it known by patting him on the back every chance that they get. When Dean comes up to the table to take their orders, he gets to the handsome defensive end last. Cas is wearing a normal sweater and jeans ensemble that totally hide his tight little figure (the one Dean knows for absolute fact is underneath all of that loose cloth), and Dean can’t stop himself from smiling all doopey when he greets him. “Hi.”
When Cas looks up— POW! Those baby blues are right on Dean’s face; he doesn’t even realize how hard that look hits because he smiles disarmingly back at Dean before replying, “Hello.”
Later that night once Dean starts taking some of the empty plates off of the table, he gets to Cas again and startles violently when Cas says to him: “So you wrestle, you cheer-lead, and you wait tables. What can’t you do?”
“Huh?!”
Cas gives him a bashful little smile. “I’m… sorry, n-nevermind.”
“No, no, were you trying to flirt with me?” Dean has no control over his own mouth all of a sudden, it seems.
Cas blinks at him for a few seconds before replying, “Trying being the key word.”
At this point the entire team stars staring at them at them from their various locations around the table. Gabriel, who’s sitting next to coach Singer on the opposite end, lets out a loud whoop when he notices. “‘Ey yo Cas, is that the dude?”
“Woah Cas, this is him?!”
“Oh shit— the dude!!”
“Yeah man, that wrestler he’s been drooling over all season.”
And Dean is literally at a loss for words, because there is NO WAY that the hottie on the football team whose ass he’d been worshiping for a whole month has also been ogling him right back for… longer than that?!
When Dean takes a look at Cas’s face, Cas is a very interesting shade of red and a very endearing level of embarrassed that Dean would never have associated with the slick defensive end he’s used to seeing on the football field. Somehow, the thought makes his stomach turn with delight.
“Cas was it?” Dean starts.
Cas nods slowly.
“How ‘bout you take me to a movie after dinner’s over, big boy?”
The entire team bursts into wolfish whistles.
“It seems complicated, but really it’s all about leverage,” says Dean. With one hand gripping Cas’s wrist and the other on his shoulder, he spins Cas around into a loose hold. Not a hug. Though they have hugged, by then, and kissed, and done other things over the course of a few dates. But never like this. This is the first time Dean’s invited Cas back to his dorm room.
They both know what’s going to happen here. They both want it. They can feel it crackling like static between their bodies, Cas’s back to Dean’s chest, Dean’s thumb stroking the inside of Cas’s wrist where he’s holding him.
Cas slips out of the hold easily. Dean lets him, though he’s sure that if it were an actual contest they would be pretty evenly matched. He’s a little bigger and stronger than Cas, sure, but Cas is quick and frighteningly clever. He’d pick up wrestling in an afternoon and have Dean pinned in no time.
Hm, wrestling? Pinning? As hot as that image is, Dean can’t seem to work it into a good line. So instead he awkwardly says, “Okay, I told you about wrestling, now you teach me how to tackle.”
Cas gives him one of those wispy smiles that make Dean chest vibrate. “There’s not enough space in here.” He’s right. Two desks take up most of the back of the room, and the rest of the space is little more than a corridor between two lofted beds.
“Humor me.”
So Cas backs up as far as he can, drops into a stance, and makes a comically short run at Dean. There’s no space for him to build up any speed, so Dean is ready for Cas to crash gently into his arms.
Instead, Cas drops low at the last second, scoops Dean up around the hips, and uses what little momentum he has to lift Dean bodily off the floor and deposit him in the five-foot-high lofted bed. Holy shit. So much for Dean being the stronger one.
“It’s very similar, actually,” says Cas, lifting himself up onto the bed, straddling Dean, and pinning him. “It’s all about leverage.”
you know how cas' hair never turns gray cause hes an angel / they make misha dye it. what if the last season in the last few episodes, they let misha grow it out and its the starting point of cas giving up being an angel to be with dean. dean: cas i think you age is finally showing. cas: *touches his hair and smiles* yeah, thats what happens. dean: i thought angels dont age in their vessels? cas: they dont. dean: *is quiet* cas: im not an angel anymore. i want to be here, with you
dean + castiel talking on the phone to each other - season 12
it’s been one month and this is all I come up with ref used
DEAN HAS LIVED HIS ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO BE EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE. AND DEAN WILL NEVER ADMIT TO NEEDING ANYONE BECAUSE HE’D NEVER ALLOW HIMSELF TO APPEAR WEAK.
BUT ON HIS KNEES, HE TELLS CAS THAT HE NEEDS HIM. AND DEAN REALLY ISN’T MUCH OF A PRAYING TYPE, BUT HE PRAYS TO CAS EVERY NIGHT.
AND CAS HAS EXISTED FOR OVER MILLENNIA, AND HE HAS KNOWN DEAN FOR ABOUT A DECADE.
IF CAS’ LIFE WAS A MOVIE, DEAN WOULD JUST BE A BLIP IN THE CREDITS.
AND YET, TO CAS, THAT BLIP IN THE CREDITS HAS ENOUGH POWER, CREDENCE, AND INFLUENCE, TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF THE STORYLINE, AND MAKE THE MOVIE WHAT IT IS.
DEAN HUNTS SUPERNATURAL CREATURES, BUT HE’LL ALWAYS TRY TO SAVE CAS. AND CAS ISN’T SUPPOSED TO FEEL, BUT HE LOVES DEAN.
THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE SHIP.
A man afraid of flying and an angel afraid of falling…
a thing that i doodled…
Back off Assbutt - 2014
A commission I did a little while ago.
Me too. I love you too.
Angel pillow for SarahFu.