BUFFY: How long was I gone?
SPIKE: 147 days yesterday... uh, 148 today. Except today doesn't count, does it?
MARY: They've only been gone for...
CASTIEL: Six weeks, two days, ten hours.
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.
.
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.
The simple joy of her hand in mine.
“i’m straight, but i’d make an exception for ______” dean winchester edition and the list just keeps getting longer and longer and sam is sitting there tight-lipped, Tired, holding himself back with every ounce of strength he possesses like, one more. he adds one more and i’m going to start reading the bisexuality wiki aloud
thinking abt this one post someone made a while back abt stanford era dean having a kid and the mom doesn’t want to be involved so dean raises the baby and it’s his ticket out of hunting and i can’t find the post now but like literally !! dean’s hanging around some town for a few months, ends up having a casual thing with some girl and she gets pregnant and dean’s like “omg i’ll stay. i’ll marry you. whatever please” bc he’s so desperate for an excuse to stop hunting and so desperate to have a family again and matter to someone but the girl is like “that’s sweet but i’m not interested in a long term relationship sorry” and dean’s like “ok ok but we can be friends and i’ll be here to help you raise the baby” and she’s like :/ “actually i was thinking of adoption” and he’s like “what. no let me raise the baby. i’m good with kids i practically raised my brother” so. they do that. he sticks around throughout the pregnancy and ghosts john and stops hunting and then she has the baby and is like, “well, bye” so he leaves with this little baby, in the impala (which he modified the seats for so he could install a carseat) and they’re on the road together and it’s rough at first, they’re in and out of motels but he feels like he has a purpose ! and he loves his kid so much and then eventually they end up at bobby’s and he opens the door and dean just holds up his baby and says “hey gramps!” in a little baby voice while waving the baby’s hand. bobby is like “what in the hell” and “where’d you get a baby ya idjit?” but then he sees the baby’s eyes and liddol nose and they’re dean’s eyes and nose and bobby takes off his baseball cap and starts crying. so dean and liddol baby move in and dean works in the scrapyard and later gets a job at a diner or something and bobby dotes on his grandbaby and eventually dean meets a nice gas ‘n’ sip cashier with the bluest eyes in the whole world and he mends things with sam by breaking the ice with a pic of his baby like “hey uncle sam” and dean’s family is complete and john never gets to meet the kid
Some doodles that turned into full pieces
clingy couple (relax guys nobody is taking the angel/righteous man from you)
does your partner ever pose AU ideas just to bedevil and bewitch you? to give you a tummyache on purpose?
this man is killing me. killing me i tell you.
im love with this bi bean
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