what i really fucking love about writing cas is that he can have really relaxed, casual speech and say ‘yeah, look how well that worked out’
but he can also have fucking beautiful, poetic dialogue ‘has anyone but your own kin ever done more for you?’
and he’s so hyper literal that he can add lightness and humor to scenes that by all rights are very heavy (if the emperor is metatron) and the way he sees things is just really unique and fun
fuck i just really love castiel
I’m in love with the idea of Dean realizing he’s in love with Cas because of the most mundane things Castiel does.
Like maybe one day, Dean sees Castiel padding around the bunker in socks. Socks. And he realizes, “Dammit, I’m in love with this man.”
Or maybe it’s in the way Castiel scans over the newspaper in the mornings while he sips his coffee. And Dean just looks at him and thinks, “I am so fucking in love with you.”
And of course it could be over the way Castiel’s ties now hang straight and Dean realizes it bothers him, because it doesn’t look right, it doesn’t look like Cas. It’s also at that moment he realizes, “I love you so much my chest hurts with the weight of it.”
Or maybe it’s always having to remind Castiel not to leave his shoes where they can be tripped over, or the way the other guy watches T.V. with a furrowed brow, like he’s trying to understand the obscenities of daytime television. Or maybe it’s in the way Castiel is a complete grump in the mornings until he’s had a shower and at least two cups of coffee. Or perhaps it happens when Dean catches Castiel humming a Zep song while doing the dishes, hands and forearms covered in suds and blotched red from the hot water…
Or maybe it’s all of those things and one day everything comes to a head and Dean can’t stand being around the guy anymore because every time they’re in the same room together all Dean can concentrate on are Cas’ hands and his lips and hair and the way his voice is rougher after he’s just woke up, or the spaces he seems to fill in Dean’s life, spaces Dean never thought could be filled. And Dean realizes he’s either got to end their friendship here and now forever because it’s scary how much he wants to be more with Cas and he’s not sure the fallen angel can reciprocate that or he has tell Cas how he’s feeling. So he approaches Castiel with a pounding heart and an aching head because holy fuck he’s going to ask Castiel to leave, again, and he doesn’t want to, but it’s for both of their own good, right? But Dean finds him in the kitchen, seated at the table eating scrambled eggs for cyring out loud, and then instead of talking Dean is bending down and brushing his lips against Castiel’s. Gently, like a whisper, and Castiel is staring up at Dean with the biggest, bluest eyes in the entire fucking universe and holy shit Dean loves him. He loves him. He loves him and there’s no way in hell Castiel is going anywhere ever again and while Dean is processing all of this Castiel is standing from the kitchen table and pulling Dean against him with two fists full of Dean’s sleep shirt and crushing their lips together in a kiss that says, “Me too.”
(prompt: Artist!Dean - I made it a hs!au; tw: bullying)
Dean sits diagonally behind Cas in four classes a day, so he’s had time to study that perfect profile and the hard line of his jaw. He’s had time to draw it too. In fact, most of Dean’s notebooks are filled with Cas’s portrait - sometimes scribbled in the margins, sometimes taking up entire pages.
Cas is nice too, always polite, always letting people borrow pencils even though no one ever returns them. He says hello to Dean every day even though Dean’s too chicken to say anything back, other than a weak, “Hi.”
Dean’s crushed on Cas for so long that the day Cas comes in with a bruise on his chin, Dean notices immediately. Cas doesn’t say hello to Dean, doesn’t loan out any pencils. He sits very still, shoulders hunched. Dean decides not to draw him today. It just doesn’t feel right.
After class, Cas stays at his desk even after most everyone else has gone.
"Hey, Cas," Dean says as he passes by.
"Hello, Dean," Cas says to his desktop.
Dean frowns. He turns back to the door, thinks about leaving, but none of it feels right. He looks down at his notebook, then back at Cas. After a moment’s deliberation, he flips through the pages and tears out his favorite picture - the one where he perfectly captured Cas’s shy smile. He slides the picture across Cas’s desk.
Cas’s eyes widen. His fingers curl around the edge of the page. “Dean,” he starts, but Dean’s already heading for the door.