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"But there is", Castiel said, making Dean look at him in surprise. "There's one thing she's afraid of. There's one thing strong enough to stop her."
Dean swallowed, wondering what Castiel was talking about but tried to focus on him.
"When Jack was dying, I-... I made a deal. To save him", Castiel started.
"You what?"
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The hopefully improved confession scene with more Destiel and an added confession scene from Dean as well.
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14 Dec 2024
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So, the first thing that happens is Castiel comes back.
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"Right," Dean says eventually, gruffly. He looks down at his shoes. "I'm not gonna tell you how to live your life, man. It's—you know, yours. Do your thing, love who you love, whatever. I can't really stop you from loving me, if that's what you've decided to do, but I don't—I can't—"
"I know," Castiel murmurs, still just smiling a little, not looking heartbroken at all. "Don't worry about it, Dean, that's all I ask."
"So we're—" Dean risks a glance up, swallowing thickly. "We're good?"
Castiel hums. "We're good."
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i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles
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29 Apr 2021
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Dean keeps going back.
When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.
He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.
He likes to talk.
There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.
Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.
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29 Jul 2024
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“Alright,” Dean hummed, leaning forward to press a quick peck to Cas’ lips. “I will see you when you get back. Tell Claire hey for me.”
Cas swayed in the door, eyebrows knitted together. Dean arched an eyebrow, and Cas cleared his throat. “Right. Goodbye, Dean.”
The door clicked shut, and Dean shook his head fondly. Cas was a weird guy.
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09 Jun 2024
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Cas was gone. For real this time. No going back. And Dean had left so many things unsaid. And he doesn’t know how to grieve—never has, really—so he does the only thing he knows how. He prays.
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08 Jun 2024