Unpopular opinion?

It bugs me when people try to analyze Dean and Castiel's relationship -- when Dean calls Castiel names or insults him. How they say that Dean is abusing him and things like that.

And it bugs me because the information they're giving to back up what they're saying is based off of people with generally normal upbringing. Neither Dean or Castiel had normal upbringings. 

And it doesn't really take a genius or a lot of analyzing to see that Dean isn't very good at expressing how he feels about people. He's been throwing jokes and insults and names in Sam's direction for as long as Dean can remember. And Dean isn't insulting Castiel. He's just telling him that he cares in a very nontraditional way.

I dunno. I was just thinking about this and yeah. 

"Dean Winchester!"

Dean's brows pulled together as he looked over at Castiel, who had turned to look at him with an equally questioning gaze. Slowly, the two looked back at the male who called out to Dean.

"Don't you recognize me?" 

"'Course not. I've never seen you in my life," Dean retorted, reaching for his gun.

"It's the Doctor!" The man exclaimed. "Now, could you two put out that fire? I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here because Amy, Rory, and I have found a way to trap Lucifer without Sam having to jump into the pit."

Again, Castiel and Dean shared a look before the angel stepped forward, hand outstretched. As he lowered it, the flames did as well. "What have you found, Doctor?" Castiel asked. 

The Doctor's lips twitched into a grin, twiddling his fingers. He took a step forward, whispering, "The Pandorica."

Castiel's eyes widen slightly and he cants his head, staring at the Doctor. Dean takes a step forward. "The Pan-what?"

"Come on, you two. Onto the TARDIS. I'll explain everything on the way there. Rory and Amy are waiting."

"But Doc--"

"--Dean, get on the TARDIS," Castiel commands, following after the Doctor. With a grunt and mumbling a few choice words, Dean follows after, not looking forward to being lurched around in the blue box.

This sucks. It really does. I was bored. I had clips. I had music.  There's no real plot. I think it's from Cas' point of view.  And the style changed in the middle (or the beginning) of the video, so, yeah.

Artist: Blue Foundation Song: Eyes On Fire Pairing: Destiel

L O L WHOOPS. Had the wrong episode playing.

I know something was up when puppets weren't draining kid!Dean of his life force.

WHEN FANDOMS COLLIDE

but kid!dean(actor, the character he plays) dies in this episode so it can't be Dean. Unless like, Angel knows Cas (trololol, Angel knows an angel, I'm so funny.. ಠ_ಠ) and Angel calls Cas because of where he works, he knows people, duh. Anyway. He calls Cas and is like, "Uhm... That kid you told me to watch out for.. .He's kinda... dead." And Cas be all "Are you fucking shitting me?" in his glorious Cas way, and he comes to bring Dean back to life ('cause Sammy's at a friend's house because Dean is sick here, he's got a fever, poor baby) and Dean sees Cas for a split second before Cas is gone and Angel's there to take care of Dean.

this needs to happen. But, y'know, in a better and more polished way.

Castiel sighed, slumping onto the edge of the bed, one of the many vacant rooms in Bobby Singer's home. He hated feeling powerless. Literally powerless. He had been cut off from Heaven; an angel stuck in his vessel. He was practically human. Blue hues lowered, gazing at the sawed off he had used earlier that day. It had, indeed, come in handy. It was peculiar, shooting a gun. It wasn't how he had imagined it. Sam and Dean made it look easy. They had never mentioned the recoil, or how loud it was when it was being shot personally. 

He was certain that, if he had been  farther from the demon, he would have stumbled back. With a frown, he looked up and gazed over the room. He did not like this feeling of being confined. He did not like the feeling of feeling human. He was an angel. He had always been an angel. With a deep sigh, he pushed himself off the bed, fingers still curled around the gun. He shuffled out of the room and down the hall, eventually, he made his way downstairs. 

He could hear Sam and Bobby speaking in the kitchen, he wasn't sure if Dean was there. He made sure he had his dagger with him, for safety purposes, before walking out the front door. Castiel wasn't an idiot. He knew that he could be attacked at any moment, especially when he was so vulnerable. He wasn't leaving. He was just going for a walk. He needed to clear his mind, questions to his Father floating around. Why had this happened? Why would He allow for him to be cut off from heaven? 

The gravel crunched beneath Castiel's shoes as he found himself walking deeper into the lot, filled with abandoned cars. He wondered if this was how the cars felt. Useless. Again, his gaze fell to the sawed off and he raised it, turning it over in his hands. He just needed practice, just like anything else. There was just no time for it with the war right around the corner.