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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Impala & Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Impala (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Cowboy Dean Winchester, Cowboy Sam Winchester, Animal Transformation, Alternate Universe - Magic, Castiel is a Milton (Supernatural), Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Magician Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Historical, Horses Series: Part 26 of Tumblr Fic Summary:
“I’ll do it,” Sam volunteers, shouting over the horse’s screams. He dismounts and draws his pistol.
“No,” Dean chokes out, getting himself in between. “You can’t.”
“Dean,” Sam says, sagging with the weight of a decision already made. He doesn’t aim the pistol at Dean, nor at Baby behind him, but Baby’s thrashing and cries makes Sam’s point for him.
“Don’t,” Dean insists, backing up, crouching down.
Maybe he thinks. Maybe he panics.
Either way, he looks up at Sam and says, “I need you to call in a favor for me.”
The initial action, at least,
is intentional. Dean tugs at the crook of Cas’s elbow to usher him out of the
morgue after a tactless question about whether the victim’s guts were liquefied
prompts a look of horrified suspicion from the coroner. But Cas doesn’t budge,
so Dean’s hand slides down the angel’s arm as he makes a move for the door,
their fingers ultimately catching. Dean’s momentum pulls Cas along behind him
as he thanks the coroner for her time and makes their excuses.
And then, once they’re outside,
rather than letting go of Cas’s hand, Dean just… doesn’t.
Perhaps it’s unintentional. Or
perhaps it’s just too convenient, too good an opportunity for him to pass on, that
they can walk side-by-side, that he can revel in the sensation of Cas’s fingers
intertwined with his, without needing to cross the Rubicon entirely of his own
volition.
Either way, Cas doesn’t mention
it, and Dean doesn’t let go, so they walk the 10 blocks to the restaurant where
they’re meant to meet up with Sam and Jack hand-in-hand. Sam raises an eyebrow
when they reach their table, but says nothing, and Jack doesn’t even bat an
eye. They finally let go to slide into the available seats on opposite sides of
the booth, and Dean instantly misses the pressure of Cas’s hand in his. He has
heard of phantom limbs, of the sensation of a lost appendage being where it no
longer is, but never once has he heard of phantom fingers. Yet all through
lunch, he feels Cas’s warm, calloused fingers woven in the unoccupied spaces
between his own, and it’s a loss he feels acutely.
—
The second time they hold hands, it’s out of necessity.
The vamp nest Cas has been tracking leads them to a barn out in Missouri, where they make quick work of the suckers. They climb up to the hayloft to glean for any straggles or turned victims, and just as soon as Dean deems the coast clear, they’re embroiled in a fight with a sneaky teen vamp who is way stronger than she looks. Right as Dean’s blade passes through her neck, she yanks at his jacket and leans backwards, causing him to tumble off the loft with her.
Two loud thuds echo through the barn, one from the vamp’s body, the other from her head. Dean hasn’t made touchdown. Yet.
He’s dangling from the loft, twenty feet from certain injury and possible death, and the only reason he’s not there yet is because Cas’s hand is clasped tightly around his. It speaks volumes, Dean supposes, of how much he trusts Cas, that even in a situation as precarious as this one, he’s confident he’ll be fine. Cas won’t let him fall, no matter what. Indeed, Cas promptly pulls Dean back up onto the loft, though with considerable effort, and they collapse together, exhausted, as soon as Dean is hoisted to safety. Though his grip loosens, Cas’s hand does not fully withdraw from Dean’s. As they lie on their backs catching their breaths, taking in the sight of stars through the sliver of sky visible through the barn’s skylight, their hands are clasped together loosely.
The trouble with angels is that Dean’s sort of just kissed one.
Dean falls over on his bed and thinks about the buttons of that trenchcoat digging into his chest, thinks about warmth bleeding through a starched-stiff dress shirt, thinks about a blue silk tie sliding through his fingers as he grips it tight and yanks the face of that tie’s owner nearly nose-to-nose with his own.
And now that it’s happened, he can’t seem to stop turning the memory of that kiss over and over in his mind, and that’s bad, bad because man oh man is he in for it now.
He thinks about the look of vague, remote, angelic astonishment on Cas’s face, the brush of eyelashes against his cheek as Cas blinks quickly in surprise. He thinks about those soft, warm lips, the ones that hadn’t kissed him back, and he very nearly wants to die.
Dean shoves a pillow over his head and considers ritual suicide.
But even in the afterlife there’d be no escape; he’s doomed and he knows it, doomed to relive that moment over and over again, because despite the wretchedness of this situation, kissing Cas was pretty much the small slice of heaven Dean had always imagined it would be.
Heaven’s a far cry from hell, but Dean figures that hell was, at the very least, far less complicated.
….Dean’s been studying.
Anyway, this was me wondering if Cas fluffs up like an actual budgie when pleased (ie: when Dean is being smooth AF in Enochian)
Another comic scrap I won’t finish (the anatomy isn’t working for me + Cas is way too swole and I’m too lazy to fix it)
This was also the original comic for the colour pic I posted earlier, for fun. I have a lot of half- abandoned drabbles, what can I say, and in the absence of time for anything more, I nevertheless wanted to share ^__^
….I …..do other things, I swear.
Translation: “Kissing your wings means you belong to no other but me and I to you, beloved?“
Dean warming up to the idea that he can be openly affectionate without seeming, as his father liked to say, ‘unmanly’.
Dean going from withdrawing his hands, flustered and blushing, when Cas tries to hold them in public to letting it happen more and more occasionally, always grumbling and muttering under his breath but secretly loving every second of it.
Dean growing practically addicted to staying close to Cas when they’re outside, always touching in at least one spot; shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, nose burrowed in Cas’ neck. Just touch. Being close to the one he loves, not giving a shit if people look at them weird (they don’t).
Dean showing off, big time, showing the entire world that he has this, has Cas right there next to him, practically beaming with pride and love. Allowing himself to believe that he gets to have this, that he deserves it (he does).
Prompt request from anon: Sam tricks Dean and Cas into going on a date——-
“Dean, please? I gotta sit this one out, I can barely breath through my nose!” Sam fake sniffled and forced a loud cough.
“Seriously, dude? With all the kale and healthy shit you eat how you can still get sick?” Dean shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know. *Cough* It’s just supposed to be a small nest *cough* of vamps. Cas can totally help you out.” Sam wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “What’s the matter? Don’t think you can do it without your little brother?” he joked.
“Fuck you, man. You know I can.” Dean crossed his arms and scowled.
“Then prove it. Take Cas and go. I’m going back to bed.” Sam shut his door and smiled. He laid down on his bed and smiled, knowing Dean world never turn down a chance to prove himself. Behind the door, her heard his brother yell “Cas! C'mon, we’re goin on a hunt.”
“I don’t know, Dean. I don’t think vampires usually have picnics.” Castiel furrowed his brow and stared confusedly at the picnic blanket. “Also, there aren’t any vampires here.”
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his boot on the ground. “Yeah, I kinda got that, Cas. They don’t usually hang little twinkling lights on trees and leave wine chilling in a damn bucket either.” Running his hand down his face, he looked over at Cas. The angel had knelt down and was rummaging through the picnic basket, pulling out fruit and crackers. A smile spread across his face when he pulled out his favorite type of cookies.
“I love these,” he beamed up at Dean. The lights danced across his face and made his eyes shine like stars.
Dean bit back a smile and knelt down next to his angel. “Yeah, yeah I know ya do.” He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. “I mean… It would be rude to let all this go to waste. I guess we could…ya know…stay? It’s a nice night n'all.”
Cas smiled and sat down, patting the spot next to him. Dean’s tension eased instantly once he was pressed shoulder to shoulder with his angel. The wine helped, too.
“I suppose we should thank Sam when we return to the bunker,” Cas said after they finished the bottle and most of the snacks.
Dean laid back on the blanket with his arm behind his head and snorted. “I’m not gonna. He didn’t even pack pie!”
Castiel laughed and laid next to Dean, brushing his hand against the hunters. “It’s a beautiful night. The stars are so bright.”
Dean hummed and slowly stretched his pinky finger out, running it against Cas’. Turning his head, Cas watched Dean’s chest rise and fall rapidly. He could practically hear his racing.
“Dean, are you alright?”
Dean nodded quickly. “Yep. Yeah. Great. I just–I wanna try somethin.” Holding his breath, he looped his fingers through Cas’ and held his hand gently. He sighed heavily and turned to face the angel. “This ok?” he asked shakily.
Cas smiled wide and nodded, scooting closer to Dean. “Yes, Dean. It’s perfect.”
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That’s great how’s about you do something about the Nazis
So, are we getting porn back? And you’re finally going to do something about the pornbots and Nazis?
Today, Tumblr’s owner, Verizon Media, announced that Automattic plans to acquire Tumblr. Automattic is the technology company behind products such as WordPress.com, WooCommerce, Jetpack, and Simplenote—products that help connect creators, businesses, and publishers to communities around the world.
We couldn’t be more excited to be joining a team that has a similar mission. Many of you know WordPress.com, Automattic’s flagship product. WordPress.com and Tumblr were both early pioneers among blogging platforms.
Automattic shares our vision to build passionate communities around shared interests and to democratize publishing so that anyone with a story can tell it, especially when they come from under-heard voices and marginalized communities.
We look forward to continuing to create products that empower your self-expression and sense of community and that build a better, more inclusive internet.
We’re excited for our future together!
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“build a better, more inclusive internet” @staff so does this mean you’ll finally be banning all the nazis/white supremacists then? Or is this yet again just all talk?
