Destiel Ultimate Recs Collection
The best of the best Dean Winchester / Castiel (Destiel) fanfics.
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Based on this text post from thebloggerbloggerfun: "Listen, imagine Eileen sneaking out of Sam’s room at night to go to the bathroom or something and steps out into the hallway in one of Sam’s shirts only to see Cas trying to quietly leave Dean’s room while wearing one of Dean’s shirts and they both just stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before trying to muffle quiet laughter and now they have a late night club where they talk about life and gossip about the Winchesters in sign language"
And this anon I received: "what if Eileen and Cas discover there are some things Sam and Dean both do in bed because Dean jokingly gave Sam pointers when they were younger and Sam took the advice"
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It’s partly to silence his own thoughts, and partly to explain his shell-shocked reaction that Dean says, “I didn’t even think that angels could feel stuff like that.”
Cas’s face goes blank. Neither Dean nor Cas say anything or look at the other for a long moment.
“To be fair, I don’t think angels are supposed to,” Cas finally says, voice rougher than it had been, and somehow distant. “Even as a human, I’ve never had a soul.” There’s a glassy look in Cas’ eye as he stares past a spot on the wall, and his voice dips quiet. “What should it feel like? To be in love?”
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Dean didn't think that angels could feel love. He's very wrong about that. But he's also determined to make up for his mistake.
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- Part 1 of All your secret wishes
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If Dean's honest, his life is pretty much a chick flick, at this point, and it’s fucking awesome. Seriously. And Dean’s been getting better at letting go of that Chuck Norris fantasy he had as a kid, uses his spare change to buy silly socks and skinny jeans and his Kiss the Cook! apron, which ain’t stuff his dad would have let him wear in a million years. He cooks dinner and lunch and he’s a neat-freak about his kitchen, and he’s become the kind of guy who nags Jack about wearing a jacket when he goes outside, so maybe he’s not much like what a man ought to be, either.
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The five seconds before Dean's fully awake are the best moments of his day. In that quiet space between sleep and wakefulness, when dreams are still clinging to the edges of his mind and all he feels is the soft mattress and the warm sheets, he can pretend that everything is fine. That when he opens his eyes and stretches himself awake—joints popping, bones cracking—there'll be someone waiting for him in the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee and an off-center smile.
It's only five seconds. A handful of heartbeats. One painful inhalation and exhale. The blink of grit from his eyes.
Not nearly enough time before it hits him all over again.