"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."
cas takes dean back to the meadow one day. and says, I know you’re afraid that one day I’m going to leave you. but this? this place right here is proof that I will always come back to you. no matter what.
okay YES Cas learned how to feel from Dean but Dean learns feelings from Cas all the time
Bear with me. It’s like Cas does these little reports back on his feelings and he talks about things Dean didn’t even know existed. Like “happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being, it’s in just saying it” isn’t something Dean consciously knew or even thought about and, more than that, Cas taught Dean how to feel safe
Imagine you’re Dean for a second. You’re nomadic, closed off, a parent from the age of four, a trained killer, and you don’t trust anyone except your brother or your dads (Bobby and John) and then in BARRELS this eldritch being
And this eldritch being is nuts in that he knows you better than you know yourself but he NEVER wields it as a weapon
And he’s honest and earnest and he WANTS and he feels this want so clearly it’ll surely get him killed so you teach him to repress it but you love him for it. You love that he wants so loudly, it makes you trust him. He’s an exposed heart but he can’t help it
And he teaches you to want. To have. To hold. Yes I’m getting carried away anyways he teaches you to feel safe by giving you a home to come back to, not out of filial obligation but out of want! You want to come home to him and you want to be home to him and you lose all desire to live when he’s gone simply because you’ve got nowhere to go home to but he always comes back.
You don’t know this but he always comes back and he’s as bright as a lighthouse beacon and you’re going to find your way home
u know what’s funny?? i know the bloody handprint on the jacket was an on set idea by misha jensen and rich but it literally just gave dean another way to get cas out of the empty, with his blood like nick did with lucifer and jack’s blood and it just made dean not saving cas in the finale That much dumber lmao
he knows he knows he knows he knows he knows he knows he knows. you’re an idiot. ok. just dig, dig, dig. god, two graves is a lot more than one. maybe this is my punishment because he knows. how many more punishments before I’m normal? ok, focus. burn these bones. they didn’t let them wear their habits in their casket. of course they didn’t. they were away from god. he knows. think about how they disrupted the natural order. he knows. they disrupted the natural order. he knows. they were freaks. he knows. watch them go up in flames. wish you could jump into the grave and burn away with them. your secret could die here, you think. maybe fire is the only way to clean this. realize that’s where you’re headed. hell. know that you are right. but you can’t jump in. you have a child to raise.
[ID: a post dated six months ago, presumably in the immediate aftermath of 15.09, the text of which reads:
“I think Dean really really really didn’t know how to deal with his relationship with Cas until this scene. Of course he loves Cas and doesn’t want to lose him but he was unable to just go out and say it. He literally dug his heels in and kept mum until not saying it would mean that Cas would be no more.
With Sam, he uses their familial bond as a scapegoat when he wants to make up after a fight. When Sam and Dean part ways Dean can just go right back and say “I’m pissed at you but we’re family so we stick together,” and he can keep Sam by his side without showing emotional vulnerability.
It just sunk in that he can’t do that with Cas. He’s tried to do it a couple of times by calling Cas family but now he knows that it doesn’t work with him and he needs to literally confess. Dean always tried to downplay his dependence on Cas by calling him family too. In a “I don’t love you because you’re YOU, I love you because you’re FAMILY and that’s how it’s supposed to be” kind of a way.
Dean had to stop here and confess that he cared about Cas in order to keep him by his side and I assume that was a very hard thing to do for him. I also think that he confessed to himself along with Cas. He forced himself to be vulnerable and show his real emotions, vulnerable in a forest filled with Leviathan, too. That’s a bit poetic.”
Below the text are images of Misha, Jensen, and Jared looking as if they’ve been crying, from the video of them announcing that s15 would be the final season.
I’m a historian. Don’t know how many of you know that. I’m getting a PhD in history, with a specialty in dictatorship, trauma, and childhood. It’s a field I’ve never wanted to actually be this useful in real life…
I’ve been dreading a Trump presidency from the outset of his candidacy because I’ve studied dictatorial regimes and the fragile lines between democratic and authoritarian rule for the entirety of my adult life. I know what the collapse of democratic rule looks like.
This is it people. We’re at that point. It’s not a joke, it’s not hyperbole, it’s not conjecture. We’re about to live in a xenophobic police state. That’s about to become our reality.
Now, more than ever before, it is essential for us to stick together. Love one another, support one another, stand with one another. All forms of oppression are linked. People like Trump will want to divide us. They’ll want to break us down from the inside and outside. They’ll want to fracture our spirit and our sense of worth. Don’t let them. Know that you matter, know that you are not alone, know that small acts of kindness and solidarity can mean the difference between life and death.
I can use history to make predictions based on past knowledge, but the present and the future are constantly being rewritten. We are the agents of change in this world. We can make a difference.
Castiel heads down the stairs with a weary sigh, ducking into the room designated as his own and closing the door quietly. He can hear the sounds of Sam and Dean talking in the kitchen, but after a day in Crowley’s company, all he wants is to shower off the stench of demon and take a moment to recuperate.
The shower is hot and welcoming and pretty soon Castiel feels more … human than he has in a while. At least, as human as it’s possible for an angel to feel.
He throws on his robe and makes sure to pull on some pajama pants underneath, remembering the last time he went wandering around the bunker with no pants on and Sam’s horror. A final pause, and Castiel uses the mirror to run his fingers through his hair, creating an artfully tousled look that Dean has admired on him more than once.
More suitably attired for company, Castiel heads to the kitchen and casts a smile in Dean’s direction. It quickly fades as he spots the whiskey bottle and both of their sober expressions.
“What happened?” He asks, urgently. “Where’s… where’s Mary?”
“Gone,” Dean throws back the rest of his liquor and leaves the room abruptly, with nothing but an awkward silence in his wake.
Sam pours himself another drink and offers the bottle to Castiel, who shakes his head, feeling a stab of frustration.
“What do you mean, gone?” He snaps, tugging Sam’s glass away. “Gone where?”
“She needed some time to herself, to get her bearings on hunting, on us,” Sam raises his glass bitterly. “Because I’m not her baby and Dean’s not her little boy any more. I get it, Cas, I do, but … I’ve had a mom for like a week of my life, and she’s already walked out on me.”
He drains his glass and follows Dean’s example, the loud slam of his bedroom door echoing as Castiel stands alone in the kitchen.
He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know that he can provide any comfort to either of them right now. This is something Castiel has never had to experience.
His feet takes him to Dean, as he always knew they would, and he steps in the room without knocking. Dean is sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to the door with his head in his hands. His body is tense with grief, and Castiel knows there is nothing he can offer that will make Dean’s pain go away.
But Dean doesn’t tell him to leave, so he understands that Dean needs him right now.
Silently, Castiel positions himself on the bed and reaches out. It takes no more than a murmur of Dean’s name, before Dean relents, curling up in his arms and letting out a whimper of grief.
“I’m sorry, Dean, ” Castiel murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Do you need anything?”
