Tag: destiel

SIGNS THAT HE’S INTO YOU

cas-needs-pie-now:

His lips part: If he likes what he sees, his lips will automatically part when you make eye contact

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Everything is erect: Standing or sitting with muscles pulled tight, giving you his attention.

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He’ll let you see him checking you out

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Squeezing or rolling object in his hands: Indicates sexual attraction

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And this has been “Basic clues to understanding a guy’s body language” with Dean Winchester

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elosarig:

5×03 Free to be you and me 

How the hell isn’t this scene among the usually giffed/most important Destiel scenes?

Dean asks Cas if he’s okay, because his brother Raphael just told him that God, his father, is dead. And Castiel is clearly not okay, so what does Dean do? He talks about himself. How many times have you actually heard Dean talking about himself? Not many, really. Dean hates talking about himself. But to comfort and reassure Cas? He does.

Also the two of them are not as close as they get to be later in the series, but despite Dean thinks (and clearly says) that Castiel’s plan doesn’t seem like a good one, he encourages it. He tells him to trust his feeling and to go for it.

I’m not even saying this as a shipper. But this is real, deep trust. And true friendship. 

[More about this scene in this post]

youhadmefromhellodean:

kalella:

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silvenhorror:

fezes-are-kewl:

sixoclockdreaming:

musicloverana:

deductism:

#the script said that dean stares at them with a ‘wtf’ face right#this…#this is not a ‘wtf’ face

#that is an i love you face and i am jealous face 

#oh my god#all the feelings#and cas’s face#he doesn’t even remember dean#but there’s SOMETHING in his eyes#because deep in the pit of his stomach he feels an ache#and it’s like something was missing and suddenly it’s back#and he didn’t even know anything was missing before#and now he feels like his bursting at the seams#like he can’t contain all of the emotions in him#and he doesn’t understand where it’s coming from#or why this beautiful stranger is causing such a reaction in him

#I literally can’t fucking handle their acting in this whole scene #what they both put into it FROM BOTH SIDES #or the fact that they CHANGED PARTS OF THE FUCKING SCRIPT #to show what’s really happening between them #fucking tell me they don’t know or don’t care #tell me I’m seeing things #I fucking dare you #better yet#tell that to these two #because they’re the ones making this happen #in this case – literally. (silvenhorror)

I feel kind of shy reblogging this again with my own tags BUT I finally figured out what Dean’s expression looks like to me.

It looks like long ago, he had his heart ripped out of his chest, but now it suddenly got shoved back in and it hurts.

The fact that Misha chose NOT to hug Daphne. I can’t.

you’re right! the script did state that he was supposed to hug her 

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHOW

dean and cas, 47 (random number, sorry if it’s lame)

hymnaries-blog:

dean and cas, and creation

“Atoms,” Dean says.

Castiel slowly lowers the battered old copy of War and Peace (and why the hell does Bobby own War and Peace, anyway? Dean wonders) he’s been reading and gives Dean a curious look. “Atoms?”

“You know how many atoms I have in my body.”

“Oh, yes,” Cas replies, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Seven billion, billion, billion of them. That’s only an average, though. To give you an exact figure would take a long and unnecessary amount of time.”

Dean’s still wrapping his head around that one when Cas continues, “I rebuilt you, Dean. I had to fashion you new atoms, craft you new cells. And I had to do it very carefully. I couldn’t help but commit it all to memory along the way.”

“So you know…more?”

Cas blinks. “I know everything about you, Dean.”

There’s a brief moment of quiet between them, filled only by the soft drip of the leaky kitchen faucet on last week’s dishes. Dean runs a hand over his mouth. “Then why are you still here?”

“I don’t understand.”

“If you’ve seen my soul,” Dean says, taking a few bold steps into the room, “and you know my heart the way you say you do, then why the hell are you still here? Because anyone in their right mind would’ve turned tail and left me in the dust by now. And I wouldn’t have blamed them for a second.”

Cas rises from the armchair. “Would you like me to go?”

“No,” Dean says too quickly. “I just – I don’t understand why you haven’t.”

“Dean,” Cas replies fondly, something like a smile coming to rest on his lips.

“What?”

“Dean,” Cas says again, this time with a rare bit of laughter on his breath.

“Sorry, but I’m not really grasping what’s so funny about this. I’m trying to have a serious talk here, Cas,” Dean snaps. He feels foolish, ashamed.

At last, Castiel steps forward. “Do you really think your flaws are enough to keep me from you? I have seen your heart, yes,” he says warmly, “and there is nothing in it that would make me want to leave.”

Dean opens his mouth to reply but finds he has absolutely nothing to say. Cas smiles at him again, this time a little more shyly.

“There are one hundred billion stars in this galaxy, Dean, but the ten trillion cells in your body are far more beautiful to me than any constellation.”

Cas takes another step forward and,  with an incredible amount of care, lifts his hands to trace the contours of Dean’s face. And Dean just stands there, watching him.

“There are ninety-nine freckles on your face,” Cas observes.

Dean swallows. “That so?”

A pause, then:

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Okay.”

What follows is the harsh sound of a chair skidding across the floor, two bodies crashing into the nearest wall, a laugh that’s deep and gravelly and heard all too rarely. A man and an angel, atoms and star-stuff, colliding. 

This is really beautiful.