thinking about how castiel could literally “kiss it better” and overwhelmed with how sappy the imagery of it is like. yeah cas could just put a hand on dean’s shoulder to heal him but also he could kiss him.
i think cas is very sweet and loving he doesn’t deserve to be called a misogynist even though he’s a cunt sometimes :( dean is a misogynist though <3 cas gives him a look and then yells at him when they’re alone whenever he doesn’t respect women so it’s ok, cas is a feminist icon
dean’s got some kind of reverse sexism thing going on with his kids where he’s like “claire kicks ass and can handle herself and when we’re like sitting by the impala drinking beer in silence i’ll tell her that when i die she’ll have to take care of cas and jack” but also “jack isn’t allowed to date until he’s like 30 and if he ever brings a boy over i’ll be standing behind him cleaning the biggest gun we own”
i don’t understand the meg question but no they’re not bc cas doesn’t have a mommy blog he has a poorly maintained instagram where he posts photos of claire, jack, and mj in the garden that end up on tradwife pinterest boards without his knowledge. he also has a twitter where he’ll tweet questions for his kids bc he doesn’t understand how it’s not texting and then the wayward sisters quote tweet it and say “wig”
if by meg 2 you mean MJ they like found her at a crime scene during a hunt. sam was like hey this baby probably has like, grandparents at least but like it was too late cas was already singing hey jude to her
“Heya, Cas, we’ll be in Iowa. I’ll tell you the address later.”
“So get this, Cas, there’s an actual convention of beekeeping. Think about it.”
“Well, Cas, I’ve just officially been the most embarrassed I’ve ever been. I’m not telling Sam about it but I don’t want you staring at me when I say it, so sit tight.”
“Hey, Cas, can you pick up some milk on your way back? Thanks.”
“Cas, I’m sorry.”
“Dean doesn’t wanna say he misses you but he does, dude. Just wanted to make sure you knew.”
“Cas, I need you.”
“Hey, uh, Cas, next time you and Dean decide to have fun in the bunker, soundproof whatever room you’re in. Seriously.”
“Get home quicker, baby. I have a surprise for you. But remember to pick up some milk.”
episode 3 and a half: dean dresses crowley like castiel, shoves him out the door in a maroon hoodie. dean pretends to be very very sad to fool ezekiel. “oh well,” he says, “better check on crowley!” meanwhile cas is chilling in the dungeon, dressed in crowley’s clothes, with dean’s mattress and a stereo and a mini fridge full of those hershey’s milkshake things. sam wonders why dean wants to interrogate crowley alone like every day now. “are you getting anything out of him?” sam asks one morning at breakfast and dean spits cereal across the table.
instead of doing homework like i should i just spent like an hour and a half designing a dean/cas enochian monogram by combining the enochian letters for d & c
now i can happily imagine it carved into their future engagement rings don’t look at me
the saddest part of 9x02 was when Dean ran into the glowing building and said “Ezekiel?” all shocked and confused because at first you’re like “AHAHAHA DEAN YOU DUMB SHIT WHY ARE YOU CONFUSED BY THAT WHO ELSE WAS IT GOING TO -” and then you realise.
for a minute, in his desperation and with all the adrenaline, he assumed it was someone else.
PLOT TWIST: CAS GETS HIS OWN ROOM IN THE BUNKER AND FILLS IT WITH CATS UNBEKNOWNST TO THE BOYS UNTIL ONE DAY DEAN SNEAKS IN THERE OUT OF CURIOSITY AND IS LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS OMG CAS UR AN ANIMAL HOARDER” AND CAS IS LIKE “THEY NEED ME DEAN”
PLOT TWIST TWIST: AND THEN DEAN’S LIKE “DAMMIT CAS I’M ALLERGIC TO CATS YOU CAN’T SPEND ALL DAY IN THE SAME ROOM WITH THEM YOU HAVE TO HAVE SEPARATE ROOMS BUT OOPS THERE ARE NO OTHER ROOMS THAT IS A PROBLEM” AND CAS SAYS “BUT DEAN THERE ARE AT LEAST TEN OTHER ROOMS” AND DEAN “NO THERE AREN’T OOOPS LOOKS LIKE YOU’LL HAVE TO SLEEP IN MY ROOM EVEN THOUGH I DON’T LIKE THE IDEA AT ALL” AND THEN LATER THAT NIGHT HE’S LIKE “CAS YOU CAN’T SLEEP ON THE FRIGGIN CHAIR WE’LL NEED TO SHARE MY BED JEEZ I HATE THIS” *PUTS ARM AROUND CAS IN BED* “I REALLY CAN’T STAND THIS CAS AND ALL FOR THOSE DAMN CATS” *RESTS HEAD ON CAS’ CHEST AND KEEPS HIM CLOSE* “THIS IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND IT WILL MAKE MY SLEEP WAY WORSE” AND THE CAS GOES “DEAN IF IT IS REALLY THAT MUCH OF A PROBLEM I WILL TRY TO FIND ANOTHER PLACE FOR MY CATS” AND DEAN’S LIKE “NO WAY CAS IT’S IMPORTANT THAT THE CATS HAVE THEIR ROOM THEY ARE STAYING IN THAT ROOM AND YOU ARE SLEEPING IN MY BED FROM NOW ON I’LL LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT EVEN THOUGH I DON’T ENJOY IT” *CARESSES CAS’ HAIR*
Dean is laying on the ground, still, unmoving, blood caked on the left side of his face, left eye swollen shut.
Three demons look up, growling at the approach of the former Angel of the Lord, angel blade firmly grasped in his hand.
“You can’t help him Castiel,” one of them hisses, “you’re not an angel anymore. You’re useless.”
Cas’s body shifts, shoulders tossed back, head tucked, every muscle on alert, and he strides forward confidently, the demons retreating slightly on sheer instinct, and he puts himself between them and Dean, raising the blade slightly as he moves, a fierce, hard look in his blue eyes.
when cas finally comes back to the bunker he’s gonna be one tough, grumpy lil shit and he’s gonna have all these weird new skills and he’ll just know all of this cool shit and dean will be like woah son where did you learn all of this stuff and he’ll just be like on the streets, my dude, before making out with him.
