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“Don’t call me buddy,” Cas says.
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Sometime after "Stories Are Made of Mistakes"
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- Part 2 of Stories Are Made of Mistakes
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21 Apr 2026
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exy
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2 o 2?
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“Y’all are sweet,” she says, and nods to indicate him and Cas. “Is he your—are you all together?”
Dean’s still contemplating how to answer this without saying something offensive—he never has figured out a polite way to say “no homo”—when Cas answers for him. Cas doesn’t even look up from his plate, his mouth full of baklava and some stray flakes of phyllo dough sticking to his lips when he says, “Yes.”
Dean feels more than sees Sam go very still across the table, forkful of salad and grilled chicken poised in midair.
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In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.
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- Part 1 of Stories Are Made of Mistakes
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When Sam finds Dean after the Empty, after everything, there is blood on his brother’s face. A handprint laid across his cheek in what should be reminiscent of their father’s brutal touch but only appears as reverence, as worship. Dean is in the middle of the dungeon, his hands gripping his thighs so tightly Sam knows they’ll be bruised, and he is on his knees. He looks like he’s praying.
To what, Sam will never understand.
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It’s been thirty-one years, and Sam’s still waiting for the day his brother stops crying.
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I Am A Forest Fire And I Am The Fire And I Am The Forest And I Am A Witness by pollutedstar
Fandoms: Supernatural
26 Apr 2022
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“Just say it, Cas. You don’t want him to turn out like me.”
It’s a long and torturous minute while Cas reacts silently to what Dean says, weighing his words. Dean begins to panic, thinking maybe this is it. This is the moment Cas walks away.
The angel speaks confidently. “I want him to love children, Dean. I want him to be clever, and to never underestimate another person. I want him to love family, and be brave, and stubborn enough to invent free will. I want him to know every lyric to every Led Zeppelin song and I want him to care enough that he knows everyone he loves’ favorite meal.”
Cas’s eyes well up, and the deep breath he takes is so human it makes Dean ache. “I don’t want him to scream himself awake from nightmares every night. I don’t want him to throw up from panic attacks once a month. I don’t want him to have reason to be afraid of someone he loves. I don’t want him to be forty-two before he accepts love. I wanted better than that for you, and I want better than that for him.”