Loue
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Dean can no longer hunt, Cas has gone from Warrior of God to beekeeper, and Sam has left home. Taking place two years after the Season 12 finale, Dean and Cas have to learn what it means to be themselves, and who they are meant to be to each other, without the threat of an impending apocalypse hanging over their heads.
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They’d already be having sex, right? Not like it wasn’t good. Not like Dean wouldn’t do it again. Sure, he took Plan B this time, but that’s not 100% effective, is it? Even if it were, Dean can be a pretty forgetful guy. It’d only take him slipping up once, and then, and then–
There’s no way Cas would leave him then.
(or dean tries to babytrap cas, since he has no idea how else to get the angel to just stay)
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“The Espil Mirror,” Plasmius said in awe. “A divine item made billions of years ago, forged by magic, to show the user what he truly desires and how to obtain it." Vlad saw his smile grow in the mirror as the image morphed. "Now Espil Mirror…show me how to achieve what I desire!”
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- Part 1 of Espil Series
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After John's death, Dean moves out to Palo Alto to be closer to Sam, who is studying at Stanford. Despite their proximity, the brothers barely have time to see each other between Sam's studying and Dean's two jobs, leaving Dean feeling tired and lonely. However, when he meets a slightly awkward and completely serious graduate student named Castiel, all of that changes.
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i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles
Fandoms: Supernatural
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.