Dean Winchester knows everything there is to know about nightmares. When Cas cannot sleep, Dean tells him about a ritual from his childhood. Cas finds solace in Dean’s arms – and learns that the best way to keep nightmares away is facing them together.
This is one of my favorite scenes. What can I say, I just love it when people are so worried about Dean, they can’t help but yell for him seven times. Seven times, my dudes. [11.04]
No one can convince me Dean and Cas didn’t have sex during the time-shift in Heaven Can’t Wait. Here’s my head-canon for it:
Dean, who has looked punchdrunk around Castiel ever since they came back from Purgatory goes “Where to, Cas?”
Cas gets in the car and says that he thinks his hand might be broken and might need to be taken care of. Dean suggests they go back to his motel where he can take a look at it.
At the motel, he feels up Cas’s hand and admits that it might be broken. He tells Cas to take off his shirt so that he can patch it up, and turns to around to get some supplies for a make-shift cast. Cas takes off his shirt, he doesn’t question Dean’s commands. Dean turns around and goes a bit dry in the mouth. He can do this.
Dean patches up Cas’s hand, and Cas keeps making noises, since he’s not used to pain. He’s not used to Dean touching him either. And once Cas’s hand is patched up, Dean just. He doesn’t know how to stop touching Cas. Doesn’t want to stop touching him.
And Cas says, “Dean.” With such need.
Like Dean is like the only, the only being in the universe. Cas has always needed Dean, but being human and needing Dean is something different. Something he doesn’t know how to deal with. It’s, all of it, in that one word.
They don’t need you like you need them.
And Dean, he needs to be needed. When someone needs him, all he knows how to do is to give and give and give. So he gives.
But, you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of yer body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling… Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just…
And Cas grips Dean’s shoulder with his broken hand, right where his brand used to be.
Sticky.
Then, it’s the whole morning thing. You know, “Hey, that was fun.” And then, “adios,” you know? Always the “adios.”
I have friends. I’ve had lovers. That is not how friends say good-bye.
“Not every hook-up’s perfect,” Dean says to him, the next time they meet. But ours was.
Dean watching various members of his family burn vs watching the man he loves burn. Fucking fight me if you think there isn’t a difference.
I think what strikes me the most how in the first three gifs, his face seems rather tense. His jaw is clenched and he stares at the fire with grim determination. He feels the loss, but he still focusses on the fact that he has to keep going on.
The last one though – his shoulders are slouched, his jaw is slacked, and his eyes don’t really focus on anything. This isn’t the face of a man who wants to keep going, really.
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