Music: Editors – No Sound But The Wind
And we’re alone
But I’m alone with you
"that's a good look for you" with destiel :)
“Hey,” Dean murmurs as he steps into the motel room where Sam is patching up Cas, “How you holding up, bud?”
Castiel huffs and looks over at Dean without turning his head, “Poorly.”
“He’s doing fine,” Sam smiles fondly as he keeps stitching the gash on Cas’ shoulder up, “Whining less than you do.”
Dean snorts and sits down on a chair next to Cas, carefully taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He ducks his head when he feels Cas squeeze it back.
They don’t really say anything while Sam finishes up. They’re all shaken up by this hunt, more than a little thrown (no pun intended) by how the end of it played out. Sam’s just glad his hands have stopped shaking.
When he finishes, he gets up and squeezes Cas’ good shoulder gently, “I’m going to go out and get all of us some dinner. You two…” He looks at his brother significantly, “Behave.”
Dean rolls his eyes fondly and stands up, following Sam to the door so he can lock it behind him, “We’re not animals, jesus, Sammy.”
“He’s injured,” Sam reminds him with a knowing smile.
“Shut your face,” Dean grumbles and shoves his brother out the door, locking it behind him and ignoring the laughter from outside.
He stands there for a minute and closes his eyes, trying to keep himself from freaking out.
Cas clears his throat from the bed and asks, his voice hoarse, “Do stitches usually hurt this much?”
Dean steels himself and turns around, putting on a smile as he walks back over to the bed, this time sitting down next to Cas, “Yeah. When you’re awake and sober they’re usually the worst.”
“Why did I have to be awake and sober, then?” Cas asks with a small pout.
Dean reaches out before he can stop himself and sets a hand on his boyfriend’s (partner? not-quite-husband?) bruised, slightly bloodied cheek, “Cause.”
It was too close to the major arteries in his neck.
“That’s not a good answer,” he grumbles and slumps forward against Dean, hiding his face in his neck.
“Not a great situation,” Dean murmurs back as he wraps his arms protectively around Cas and maneuvers them so they’re laying back on the bed.
He rubs a hand up and down Cas’ back for a while, listening to Cas’ breathing filling the room, even if it is a little labored from the rib fractures.
God, he almost lost Cas today.
The thought makes his arms tighten around the other man and Cas snuffles closer, trying to burrow his face into Dean’s neck.
He’s busted up too, got more bruises than he can see right now, and he’s got a nice gash across his forehead. But he’s fine, he’s used to it. This isn’t his first hunt but it was Cas’ first hunt as a full, 100%, fallible and mortal human.
“Hey,” Cas pushes himself up a little bit and rests a gentle hand on Dean’s cheek, his thumb rubbing over his cheekbones gently, “I’m okay. I’m alive and in one piece.”
Dean kinda wants to cry but instead he smiles and grabs Cas’ hand, pressing a kiss to his palm, “I know. It’s a good look for you.”
Castiel snorts unceremoniously, ducks his head a little bit but Dean can still see the eye crinkles, and Dean’s chest aches with how much he loves this man.
“Hey…” Dean ducks his head just enough so he can nose at Cas’ cheek, “You know how much I love you right?”
He feels Cas’ grin against his chin more than he sees it, and his heart skips about three whole beats.
“Yes, Dean,” Cas murmurs and presses a kiss to his collarbone. “I love you too.”
Dean doesn’t give him a chance to explain. Dean breaks his nose.
thebrassyopeningtoirresistible:
a list of aus for when your otp is really competitive
- we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
- we kind of got past the point of ‘taking this game of gay chicken too seriously’ when you took your pants off but I really do not mind at all.
- I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
- a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
- you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
- we’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
- did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker
2.3k. cas talks dean through a panic attack. vaguely morbid thoughts that come with really bad panic attacks. generalized anxiety. canon compliant. (ao3)He never realized how much the Mark would make this worse.
He wonders if Sam knows what’s going on, if it’s part of his bi-hourly updates to Cas. “No, he hasn’t killed anyone else. Yes, he’s eating some food. Yes, he’s drinking water. Only three panic attacks today.”
Sad Destiel Doodles part 2. Part 1 here.
Help! It’s a bottomless hole!
Sad Destiel doodles. I’m sick of the Mark.
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose[i missed you guys]