I Don't Understand That Reference

I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER HOW PERFECT THESE THREE ARE

DEAN/CAS - ALL I WANNA DO IS GROW OLD WITH YOU

OOPS. I ACCIDENTALLY WEDDING SINGER. OOPS.
I WAS IN THE PROCESS OF MAKING AN ANGSTY VIDEO BUT THEN THIS HAPPENED WHILE I WAS PROCRASTINATING RESTING MY FEELS. IDEK MAN.

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AHOY THERE FELLOW DESTIEL SHIPPERS! HAVE YOU DONE YOUR PART IN KEEPING OUR SHIP AFLOAT? VOTE DEAN/CAS IN THIS POLL

DEAN AND CAS’ PROFOUND BOND BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER IN HELL, EARTH, HEAVEN AND PURGATORY, AND THEY STARED INTENSELY AT EACH OTHER HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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HE’S LIKE, “YEAH I TAPPED THAT ASS”

It’s Sam’s thing, isn’t it? You taking on his cage match scars, I’m guessing that’s what broke your bank, right?
Well, it took everything to get me here

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The one where Dean and Cas finally get to live an apple pie life where they fall into routine and their biggest problem is if their beloved Petunias get enough sunlight

“Hey Cas, come take a look at this”
“What is it?”
“Do you think we should cut down that tree by the sidewalk? I just think my lovely Petunias need—”
“Dean, it’s fine. Just leave it”
“But I want to make sure that—”
“Dean. We just spent all of yesterday making sure that our—”
“Yeah okay, fine. I’ll go make us breakfast”
“I’ll make orange juice”
“Hey Cas hold on, do you ever get the feeling that we’re forgetting something? That we’re supposed to be somewhere else?”
“I’m supposed to go to the market to get oranges.. and honey”
“Don’t be a smartass. You know I didn’t mean it that way”
“Dean, all I know is that I’m where I want to be”
“Yeah, me too”

They had locked something away, something deep inside them. The truth that they’d always known but chose to forget. Limbo became their reality.

CAN WE PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE HOW CAS IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE USED TO BE WHEN HE STARTED OUT. HE USED TO BE A SOLDIER; DESIGNED TO PROTECT, FOLLOW ORDERS, AND KILL IF NEED BE. HE USED TO BE FIRM AND UNFEELING. HE BURNED PEOPLE’S EYES OUT. DEMONS WOULD RUN AND HIDE. HE EVEN SCARED DEAN A LITTLE. OH GOD. HERE IS THE ANGEL WHO THREATENED TO THROW DEAN BACK IN HELL. HERE IS THE ANGEL WHO RAISED PEOPLE FROM PERDITION. HERE IS THE ANGEL WHO PLAYED GOD. HERE IS THE ANGEL WHO WANTED TO STEP ON A FISH.

NOW LOOK AT HIM. HE DOESN’T WANT TO FIGHT. HE’S AN ACTIVE MEMBER OF PETA. HE’LL PROBABLY THROW A BAG OF FLOUR AT LINDSAY LOHAN IF HE SEES HER WEARING FUR. HE’S ALL GUNG-HO ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHING IS. HE’S FROLICKING IN MEADOWS. HE’S FOLLOWING BEES. HE’S COLLECTING HONEY. HE COMFORTS PIGS BEFORE HE SLAUGHTERS THEM FOR HAM. HE MAKES SANDWICHES. HE WANTS A CAT. HE WANTS TO FREE ALL OF THE MONKEYS BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK NEEDS LIPSTICK?! CERTAINLY NOT DEAN—I MEAN, THAT’S JUST HOW HIS VOLUPTUOUS LIPS GO. BUT ANYWAY, LOOK AT THIS ANGEL! HE CAN’T EVEN HURT A FLY—UNLESS OF COURSE HE COMFORTS IT FIRST BECAUSE DEAN AND SAM NEED TO EAT IT. LOOK AT CAS! HE’S SO FUCKING HIGH ON LIFE! THAT FUCKING HIPPIE. LOOK AT HIM!

OH AND ALSO, I LOVE HOW DEAN TAKES A FEW DEEP BREATHS BEFORE TALKING TO CAS. IT’S LIKE HE’S GOING FOR A SWIM.

A SWIM IN THE SEA OF LOVE. (Oh yes, I went there)

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WHAT IF THE END!VERSE HAPPENS IN PURGATORY

DEAN/CAS: It’s a shoulder thing

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The one where Dean is a firefighter and Cas is a writer; Dean rescues Cas from a building that collapsed, Cas cooks dinner for Dean as a ‘thank you’, and things progress from there.

“That was a good meal”
“Thanks. I was trying a new recipe”
“Are you that kind of writer?”
“What do you mean?”
“The kind that writes recipes”
“I think you call those writers ‘cooks’”
“I was trying to be funny. I saved your life, the least you can do is play along and laugh”
“Oh and here I thought my delicious home-cooked meal was enough”
“Wait, I just thought of a better way for you to thank me”
“Dean, I don’t do that on the first date”
“That’s not what I was thinking, but I’m glad to know that’s what you thought I was thinking.”
“Then what were you thinking?”
“That you write us a story”
“I think it’s better if we write it together”

…..

“You know, I never really understood why I do what I do”
“Risk your life putting out fires and saving people?”
“Yeah. I mean, I could be doing other things that are less exhausting—less life-threatening, but I chose this and I keep choosing this.”
“You get to help people, and that’s a good thing. Dean, you saved my life.”
“I know, but sometimes I wondered if this was really what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“And do you still wonder about this now?”
“I didn’t get it until I pulled you out of that building. One look at you and I just knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That I was meant for this. That it’s worth it.”
“I’m glad that building caved in on me then.”
“What were you doing there anyway?”
“Researching for a story I wanted to write”
“Well, was the it worth almost getting killed?”
“Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you”

“We were having a moment. Why are you opening your laptop?”
“This is good stuff. I have to write it down”

I HAVE IT IN MY HEAD THAT DEAN WAS ALREADY PROMISED TO CASTIEL LONG BEFORE HE WAS BORN. AND THAT CASTIEL HAD ALREADY MET MARY WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG AND FORMALLY ASKED FOR DEAN’S SOUL HAND. AND SHE’S OBVIOUSLY ALL FOR IT.

SO INSTEAD OF FAIRY TALES OF PRINCES SAVING PRINCESSES, MARY TELLS DEAN STORIES ABOUT ANGELS AND THIS ONE PARTICULAR ANGEL WHO SHE SAYS WILL ALWAYS GUARD HIM AND PROTECT HIM NO MATTER WHAT, THAT THIS ANGEL LOVES HIM VERY MUCH, AND THAT THIS ANGEL IS PROMISED TO HIM.

SO DEAN HAS ALWAYS BEEN BRAVE BECAUSE HE TAKES COMFORT IN THE STORIES HIS MOM HAS TOLD HIM; THAT HE HAS THIS ANGEL ON HIS SHOULDER WHO WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HIM,  SAVE HIM WHEN HE GETS INTO TROUBLE, AND SPEND HIS “HAPPILY EVER AFTER” WITH HIM. BUT DEAN DOESN’T THINK THE STORIES ARE REAL. THOSE ARE JUST STORIES THAT HIS MOM TELLS HIM TO HELP HIM SLEEP BETTER AT NIGHT. SECRETLY THOUGH, HE HOPES THEY’RE REAL.

BUT THEN HE FINDS HIMSELF IN HELL AND HE’S LOSING HIS FAITH IN EVERYTHING. AND HE HATES HIMSELF FOR EVEN REMOTELY BELIEVING IN THOSE STORIES, WHICH HE’S FINDING, ARE COMPLETE BULLSHIT. THERE’S NO ONE LOOKING OUT FOR HIM. HE’S ALONE.

ALL OF A SUDDEN, A BRIGHT LIGHT ERUPTS AND THERE’S A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AND HE’S RESCUED FROM PERDITION AND EVERY VARIATION OF IT.

HE’S STARING DOWN CASTIEL FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND ALL HE CAN THINK IS, “MOM WAS RIGHT”

And that’s how Mary Winchester invented Destiel.

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THIS IS ALSO A LIST OF THINGS YOU DIDN’T APPRECIATE

LET ME GIVE YOU REASONS TO SHIP DESTIEL

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OH GOD. THAT SUGGESTIVE LOOK FROM CAS. THAT BASHFUL SMILE FROM DEAN.

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Can we bone yet?
No, not now, Dean. Perhaps when I am no longer emotionally and mentally unstable.
Okay, maybe later then
Yes, in Purgatory, perhaps