Dean sends Cas on a scavenger hunt to find a special anniversary present. Or something ;3;
But God left with no instructions and a world to run;
#HOLY FUCKING FUCK #FUCK
Some End!Verse Dean and Cas because why the hell not?
When the world is ending, you tend to stop caring about what people might think.
Not that said people necessarily have the time to really give a rat’s ass anymore, that is. It’s funny, really, what a big, unknown countdown to the end of days can do to people’s priorities. All of a sudden everyone is focused on the people that they love and the things that actually concern them instead of gossiping about the guy who decides to lock himself in his cabin with a bottle of whiskey at ten in the morning or the woman who lets her husband stay at the camp with their children because she knows that she’s a helluva better shot than he is and would be more useful on missions than she would cooking beans and changing diapers in a cabin all day.
Or—if Dean is thinking just a bit more personally—no one seems to care if you start sleeping with your best friend.
and i still don’t know why
you chose to doubt everything
except for me
Okay so my end of season spec is now back to Dean ALMOST going full dark side but love pulling him back from the brink.
"The key to happiness? It’s getting the one thing you want most and never letting it go."
"No, there’s been enough killing. Promise me. You’re better than all of this."
"She talked the gun out of my mouth, and, as they say, the rest is history."
And there you have it, foreshadowing of our season finale.
IDK for some reason Jensen’s interview solidified this in my head even more, I mean you all know how wildly I’ve been speculating on the finale this past week, but this one is now back at the top of my spec list. :P We shall see…
Something I didn’t notice until Neven pointed it out in her 9x14 review…Dean is now drinking the same brand of beer as Cain.
Dean fucking hates the dentist. He knows it’s a cliché and (as his brother just loves to point out) he might not need to go as often if he didn’t eat quite so much pie but man, the whole place just gives him the creeps. So he’s really not in the mood, sitting in the dentist waiting room one sunny Thursday, to also have to deal with the most ridiculously hot guy he’s ever seen.
No seriously, think Dr Sexy but with a better face and better hair and better basically everything. He’s not even wearing cowboy boots and he still makes Dr Sexy look like some kind of amateur. Shit, now Dean’s thinking about Hot Guy in cowboy boots. Really not what he needs right now.
Dean coughs and shifts as subtly as he can in his seat. He closes his eyes briefly and takes a breath. When he finally looks up again, for a split second he thinks he sees a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him. But then he blinks, and they’re gone. Dean might have even believed he’d imagined it, despite being pretty sure he doesn’t have the imagination for that colour blue, if it weren’t for the sudden dusting of pink along the man’s cheeks.
He’s doing a crossword, or at least that’s what Dean assumes he’s doing. He’s staring intently at the paper in his hands, an adorable little frown between his eyebrows and Dean’s trying really hard not to look but he’s pretty sure he keeps seeing flashes of blue in his periphery.
Prompt by turquoise-candy :Dean sends Cas on a scavenger hunt to find a special anniversary present. Or something ;3;***Also on AO3!
The bed was cold when Cas woke up. Well, not precisely ‘cold’, but it was only half as warm as usual because the bed’s other occupant was gone. Cas grumbled a bit, both at the cold and at being denied one of his favorite sights in the world; Dean’s sleepy morning smile.
It was a common enough sight, true, as Cas had shared Dean’s bed for exactly one year now, but still a treasured one.
He was more than a little tempted to just roll over and go back to sleep. He and Dean had exhausted each other the night before with a round of what Dean had called ‘pre-anniversary sex’. Cas had suspected the pre-anniversary sex would be followed by a round of anniversary sex this morning, and this evening, and then post-anniversary sex tomorrow. Dean never really needed an excuse, but he also never failed to take advantage of one when he had it. Cas didn’t mind. He enjoyed closeness and intimacy with Dean in whatever form they took.
Apparently, anniversary sex would have to wait.
He spied a piece of paper on Dean’s pillow. He blinked, frowned, and reached for it. He unfolded the small square sheet to find a note in Dean’s handwriting:
Made your favorite.
Cas blinked again, slowly, then smiled despite himself. He pushed himself up and out of bed, then bent to grab a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. He pulled them on and grabbed his robe on his way out the door, heading for the kitchen.
❝My veins were filled with stardust once.❞
happy 19th birthday brigitta!