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dean and cas having an argument about something in the middle of a case and cas warns dean he needs to move and dean stubbornly crosses his arms and glares at cas, muttering, “not fuckin’ happening.” cas moves forward and snags dean by the waist, hoisting dean up in one smooth motion that happens so fast dean doesn’t even see it coming until he’s manhandled and caught up in cas’ arms. dean wants to argue and get defensive, yet all that happens is a soft shaky gasp falls from his lips and his hand wraps around cas’ bicep, and all dean’s mind can do is think ‘oh god oh god oh god, he’s so strong’

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What they say: Dean is needy

What they mean: Asking Sam or Cas to do anything, ever, is horrible and mean and evil. Dean should be willing to do things for Sam or Cas at a moments notice, but being asked to do anything by the people they love is a horrible burden and should be recognized as such by the person inconveniencing them. Any relationship that inconveniences my fave is bad. But I do expect him to get all of the benefits of a relationship while contributing nothing—not even basic displays of care for another person such as answering the phone or checking in to say “I’m okay.”

Like yeah people can ask too much of you sometimes. However, part of being in a relationship with someone else means being willing to be inconvenienced by them. And some Samgirls and casgirls don't think their fave should ever be inconvenienced, and that anyone in their live (DEAN) asking for anything ever is manipulation and a violation of their autonomy.

Castiel tunes out the conversation the brothers are having on the front seat, going around in circles over and over the plan they have come up with. He looks around the backseat, looking for something to keep himself occupied with for the duration of the trip. Maybe one of Dean's books, or a tape waiting to be rewind and forgotten here. Dean taught how to do it not so long ago and he finds the task calming in its simplicity.

Before he can reach for the comic book he has spotted at the opposite end of the seat something white on the car' s floor catches his attention. It looks like a folded piece of paper, only a corner of it peeking from underneath Dean's seat. He picks it up and unfolds it, sure it's probably just a flyer Dean forgot to throw away, he hates finding those on the impala's windshield, or maybe is a spell he was carrying somewhere and got lost in here. He is sure Dean mentioned something about a piece of paper being misplaced, but he refused to tell Castiel what he actually was looking for.

He unfolds it delicately, the brothers still arguing back and forth,

movies to show cas

It says, written in Dean's familiar handwriting. Castiel keeps reading, there is a list of movies, some titles he is familiar with, others not so much, he is almost sad at the little amount of movies that have been crossed out, indicating they have watched them already. He would do all in his power to stay, to be around more at least, if things weren't as messy as they always are when it comes to their lives.

Even with the wave of sadness that floods him he smiles, it seems those movie nights Dean came up with are as important and dear to him as they are to Castiel himself.

"What are you smiling about back there, huh?" Dean gives him a suspicious look through the rearview mirror.

"Eyes on the road, Dean." Sam scolds, as Castiel replies "I just saw one of those pictures of cats on the internet."

As poorly versed as he still is on the way humans behave around others even him can tell Dean wouldn't appreciate this particular list coming up in front of his brother.

He waits instead, until Sam asks for them to make a stop so he can go to the bathroom, and he gives it back, folded as neatly as he found it, passing it over the back of the front seat for Dean to take it with a "I think I found that piece of paper you were looking for, Dean."

Dean mutters a quick "thanks", taking the paper from him and putting it away without looking back at Castiel, the back of his neck turning a light shade of red.

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Castiel reaches inside his inner pocket, feeling a familiar weight there. Despite his coat being different to the one he was wearing when Lucifer killed him its contents seem to be the same. His fingers make contact with the hard surface of the tape he always carried in his pocket since Dean gave it to him. But there is something else there, something he doesn't remember having with him when he died, he fishes out the piece of paper. It's neatly folded, he unfolds it slowly, wondering who put it there and why

movies to show cas

it says, written in Dean's familiar handwriting, he smiles, a small, watery-eyed thing, seems like they got a second chance to keep crossing out more items on their list, despite the cowardice of a treacherous stab in the back and the hunger of a pyre of fire.

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Dean was always the protector. Since age of 4. He felt it was his job. His responsibility. He felt the whole world was on his shoulders. And then Cas came into his life and was like: I'll protect you. And I want nothing in return. Because you, Dean Winchester, are my whole world.