CAS LIKES ASS: Unpopular opinion? I don't want Castiel to still be an angel. I just want him to be human, the writers could go so much...
But what if he is human. And like Anna, he still possesses some kind of power. Except instead of hearing the angels, he can heal people.
I would be perfectly fine with that. A little left over mojo, but still a man, mortal and human.
I agree with the thought that the angel storyline has gone as far as it probably can (unless the writers pulled something spectacular out of their asses, which let’s face it, that is probably unlikely), so I want them to explode the avenue of a newly human Cas.
AND THEN HUNTER!CAS’ TRAINING BEGINS AND HE’LL WEAR DEAN’S CLOTHES BECAUSE HE CAN’T WEAR THAT SUIT EVERYWHERE AND SAM’S ARE TOO BIG (TRUST ME THEY TRIED) AND THEN DEAN WILL HELP CAS LEARN TO SHOOT BY ~HOLDING~ HIM AND SAM WILL BE ALL GUSHY AND TEACH CAS ALL ABOUT THE HISTORIES AND HOW TO KILL CERTAIN MONSTERS (WHICH CAS KNOWS A FEW THINGS BECAUSE HE WAS AROUND WHEN THEY WERE CREATED AND STUFF DUH BUT SAM JUST GETS SO ENTHUSED) AND THEN BOBBY WOULD OBVIOUSLY COME BACK AND KICK CAS IN THE PANTS WHEN HE STARTS TO WHINE ABOUT HOW HE SUX AT HUNTING AND WHEN DEAN GETS MAD AT HIM BECAUSE HE DOESN’T QUITE GET IT…THE WHOLE HUNTER-TRAINING AND HUMAN THING. BUT IT’S COOL BRO DON’T FRET BECAUSE THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING CASTIEL AND HE GETS THE HANG OF IT AND ON THEIR 5TH TRIP OUT (THE FIRST FOUR DIDN’T GO THAT GREAT) CAS SAVES THEIR ASSES LIKE THE BADASS HE IS AND THEN DEAN AND SAM AND BOBBY ARE SO PROUD THAT THEY TAKE CAS OUT FOR ICE CREAM AND CAS DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO GET SO DEAN ORDERS HIM A CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE WITH WHIP CREAM AND A CHERRY ON TOP LIKE HIM AND THEN CAS GETS WHIP CREAM ON HIS NOSE AND DEAN WIPES IT OFF FOR HIM AND THEN TEAM FREE WILL RIDES OFF INTO THE NIGHT TO SAVE MORE PEOPLE AND HUNT MORE THINGS OK
caslikesass: BUT CAS DOESN’T WANT A MILKSHAKE, ALL THE BOYS WILL COME TO HIS YARD. HE DOESN’T WANT THE BOYS TO COME TO HIS YARD UNLESS IT’S ONE BOY AND HIS NAME IS DEAN WINCHESTER.
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Dean bites at his lip while he watches Cas undress, slipping his trench coat and jacket off, draping them over the back of the seat. He’s already out of his jacket, the only thing between them now two layers of thin shirts and denim and years worth of nervous energy ready to burst.
Cas doesn’t move for a moment, just taking in Dean, sprawled and breathing hard beneath him on the seat of the Impala. Normally, Dean would be annoyed coming to a stop when everything’s finally starting to move, but with Cas, he understands. He stares back, just as amazed, until Cas finally drops his hand to his waist and slides it up his shirt.
Dean’s head presses back into the car door as Cas’ fingers trail over his skin, pinching lightly in just the right spots, making him hiss. Dean hears the clink of his belt, Cas trying to undo it one-handed, and immediately reaches between them to help. The layers are quickly disappearing, nothing but Cas’ clothes left when he slips Dean’s jeans and boxers down out of the way and wraps a hand around his cock. It feels good—fuck, it feels good—but Dean grabs Cas by the wrist and makes him stop, breath hitching and his stomach feeling like it’s floating.
“Dean, what—”
“Wait, Cas, just. Wait.”
His eyes are still slammed shut, but he can feel Cas looking at his face curiously. He takes a few deep breaths, waiting for the shaking sensation in his belly to go away, but it just gets stronger, especially when Cas’ thumb strokes against his skin absently.
“Look, this—with us and everything—if you don’t want. I mean, I won’t be—”
“Dean, are you trying to give me an out?” Cas interrupts, sounding amused. Dean peeks an eye open then and gives Cas a half-glare, because yes he is, and he doesn’t need to be made fun of. Cas’ hand tightens and moves around Dean’s cock, making him gasp and his entire body arch off the seat, eyes closing again.
“I won’t let you go. If we do this, I won’t,” Dean warns, his arm reaching up to wrap around Cas’ shoulder, fingers digging into his shirt at the back of his neck. Cas ducks his head forward, pressing a smile against Dean’s lips, and strokes again, making Dean moan.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to hear you say that,” Cas laughs quietly against his mouth, working cool hands over Dean’s hot skin in steady, loving strokes.
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In which Dean and Castiel meet (again).
I told them about you, Dean. You were always on my dreams. They told me you were not real. They made me take all of those pills, they locked me in white rooms until I stopped screaming. They tried to make me forget, tried to stop me from thinking about you. I had to tell them they were right - that you were just that, a dream. Where were you, Dean?
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