#all the awards to jensen ackles #because really #you can literally see what’s going on in dean’s mind #like at first he can’t believe it #he calls his name #twice #because he can’t believe he’s actually gone #maybe he’s hoping it’s like with pamela #cas burnt her eyes out but she was still alive #but then #man #then you see him almost nodding #because of course kevin is dead #and of course dean thinks it’s his fault #kevin /trusted/ him #and this what happens when people trust him, right? #’i guess that’s what i do #i let down the people i love’
cas curling up to dean at night, draping his arms around dean and pulling him in tight
"cas, you’re like 100 degrees get off me" dean struggling to get away, cas only holds on tighter
"i wanna hold you” cas says, kissing dean’s bare back
"i don’t sleep on my side i sleep on my stomach get off" dean says, and cas grumbles and lets dean roll onto his stomach
cas draping himself on top of dean and dean rolling his eyes and letting cas get away with it this time (every time)
being a pretty motherfucker
for rexy ♥
Dean is, in Castiel’s opinion, equal parts beautiful and disgusting first thing in the morning.
Mostly Castiel likes morning-Dean. He’s sleep-softened and warm, his hair mussed, pyjamas crumpled, pillow creases in his lightly-flushed cheeks. He’s lazy and affectionate, wrapped around Castiel with octopus-like limbs.
But other mornings—like right now, for instance—Castiel is woken by loud, grunting snores, a heavy, slightly sweaty weight pinning his left arm to the mattress, and tacky lips huffing stale morning breath across his clavicle.
It’s kind of gross.
I imagine when Cas first falls, and he and Dean become “something more than friends,” the idea of cuddling/being touched is foreign, almost uncomfortable to Castiel.
But every night, after they’ve climbed into bed Dean will wrap his arms around the fallen angel, bury his face in his hair.
"Wanna keep you close," he’ll often mutter tiredly in explanation.
And for awhile, it’s strange being touched this much by another living thing, and it makes Castiel’s skin feel too tight, and his clipped wings restless. It makes him feel guilty for ever leaving Dean at all.
dean in “dead in the water,” for queerdean