No, You Don't Understand... As Soon As Cas Got Back From The Empty And There Was Destiel Kiss, Dean Would

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headcanon that when dean sent castiel a ten hour rickroll, he watched the whole thing

today's gender is-

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I can't find it

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I lost it again

I'm sorry

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fucking sobbing that Castiel, angel of the lord, who'd been around the dawn of creation thought and told dean that he was the most important human in all of time

swimming with the fish pond fish

swimming with the fish pond fish by februyuri (@kuvopal) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26k

Some time between Dean bleeding out on a makeshift hook in a barn in Ohio and Sam roasting marshmallows on his funeral pyre, Dean was brought back to life. By Castiel. Again. Dean agreed to it if only to give Jack time to work out the glitches up top. So, now Dean’s back in the land of the living and things are ... actually good, for once. Or, as good as they can be when demons are attacking Earth, Dean’s failing to get over why he died in the first place, and Cas is suddenly, inexplicably taking every opportunity to casually tell Dean that he loves him.

This story is saved in my brain as “the one where Cas constantly tells Dean that he loves him and poor Dean gradually loses his mind”!

Yeah, Dean is having a hard time in this story. There are demons on Earth keeping him busy, annoying brothers who love to tease him at every opportunity and of course a certain blue-eyed angel who walks through the bunker and nonchalantly confesses his feelings to Dean over coffee every other day and Dean is supposed to be normal about this??

This fic is a wonderfully realistic depiction about the development of our two favorite idiot’s relationship. Because let’s be honest here, they just love to make everything unnecessarily complicated. Why simply fall into each other’s arms and have a happy ending right away if you can make it messy, awkward and also kind of hilarious (at least for the readers) instead? 

So if you’re in the mood for that sort of story, please don’t hesitate to dive right in!

Trouble in the 1800's - Good Omens

The next time we see them together Crowley asks for holy water. What did they do to the poor dear?

4 for Crowley/Aziraphale?

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4: neck kisses

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He's still giddy with it, all these weeks later. All of it. Earth, safe. Freedom won. Bookshop still standing.

Aziraphale.

Aziraphale, stirring awake beside him of a morning. Aziraphale soft and bleary over his tea as they wake up together. Aziraphale dusting and writing in his diary (there are hearts around every instance of Crowley's name in the recent entries, he's checked) and shooing the occasional customer before they can develop the impression that he actually sells books and peering through the window at Nina and Maggie, finally, tentatively getting their act together. Makes perfect sense, now that they've got a good example to follow.

Aziraphale existing. Just like he always has. Still fluffy-haired and soft and a perfect warm ray of angelic sunshine. In the same space as Crowley. In the same universe. He's so lucky. He's so lucky they're here and he doesn't care what it took to arrive. It was all worth it.

He's on his feet before he really decides to get up, striding across the bookshop, slotting himself seamlessly into Aziraphale's space.

"Crowley?" he asks. But it's not a squeak now, like it would have been once. There's curiosity in the curve of that question, and anticipation, too.

Crowley bends, just a little, and presses a kiss just above his miraculously neat collar.

Aziraphale giggles. Giggles.

He's so good. Everything about him. Crowley loves him so much.

"What was that for?" Aziraphale asks, a blush rising to his cherubic cheeks.

"That was for you," Crowley says, hooking his chin over Aziraphale's shoulder, draping himself over him. "For existing."

"I've existed a very long time," Aziraphale says.

"You have, haven't you?" Crowley smiles, and then turns his head to brush another kiss over Aziraphale's neck. "I'd better start catching up."

Imagine you hate a guy so much and then you watch him effortlessly offer up exactly what your closest friend and greatest love for the past 6,000 years still won’t give you. Crowley has literally suffered more than anyone in the history of the world

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I was just sitting normally, then I looked at this little fucker (affectionate):

And I started crying 😭😭😭