These Make Me So Happy

These make me so happy💚💙

Destiel Wedding Headcanons/Snippets Masterpost

Making a little masterpost of all the drabbles/snippets I wrote regarding the destiel wedding for anyone who hasn’t seen any of these, has only read some of them, or who wants to read them all again!

Kissing Before the ‘You May Kiss Your Groom’

Family Group Hug After the First Dance

Bets on How Many Times Dean and Cas Kiss During the Wedding

Dean Claiming Cas as His with a Winchester Pin

A Rice Krispie Valentine on the Dance Floor

Is it Gay to Have Your Wedding on Valentines Day?

Sharing a Kiss With Eyes Closed Before the Ceremony 

How They Feel Right After They Say ‘I Do’

Father-Daughter and Father-Son Dance

Three Taps to Say ‘I Love You’

From Buddy to Hubby

The Moments Dean and Cas Whisper the Word Husband

Polaroid Pictures of the Family During the Wedding

A Hoedown and Some Cowboy Hats

Dean Sees Cas Across the Room and Falls in Love Again

Never Taking Their Rings Off

Dean Praying to Cas Before the Wedding and During His Vows

Cas Leaving a Note for Dean Signed CW

Not a Soft Epilogue, But a Beginning for Dean and Cas

Dean Needs a Breather and Reassures Cas His Tears are Happy Tears

We’re Going to Disney World (Honeymoon Edition)

Dean Introducing Cas as His Husband Just to Make Cas Blush

The Morning After the Wedding: A Day in Bed Cuddling and Kissing

I too hate being perceived.

I’ve checked every day to see if a new chapter’s up and I almost screamed with happiness when I found this one!!

This is one of my favorite fics ever!!!🥰💚💙

Heart Of Glass

Masterpost link for Reelin’ In The Years: Here

“Morning, Sunshine.”

Dean walked into the hospital room carrying two duffels, mostly filled with clothes and stuff Cas may like but also some hex bags for protection. Lucky for him his little brother is dabbling more into witchcraft and can successfully make them a charm too.

“I got you a present.” Dean dropped the bags on the one plastic half couch that he has been using as a bed the last two days before walking over to drop a kiss on the top of Cas’s head. “It’s for protection.”

Cas hummed as his eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds, a little drugged out, before looking up a Dean with a half glare. There was no fire behind those eyes—just a worried stare. “I thought I told you to go home. Get proper rest.”

“I’m fine.” Dean dismissed him as he raked his fingers through Cas’s hair to push it back and away from his face. “Do you want your present or not?”

“Of course.”

Dean saw Cas try to reach for him with his bandaged hands but winced as pain probably shot through him. Dean carefully laid his hand softly on top of his. They are working on a spell to heal him hopefully, but Rowena was busy running Hell to answer her phone. Still, Sam says he could probably get it done in a few days. They just have to hunt down some ingredients.

Dean wasn’t telling Cas until it was a sure-fire plan, but he didn’t want Cas to remember this painful time. He already has enough to deal with without visible scars to remind him.

“It’s um,” Dean digs his hand into his jean pocket as he clears his throat. “Since I’m keeping your um…grace, for now, I think you can have something of mine to wear.”

Dean pulls out the amulet necklace that Sam gave him as a kid. He knows that maybe the chain doesn’t mean much to Cas— he probably hates it considering Chuck and all that shit—but it was all Dean could get his hands on last minute.

“Sam charmed it, so it’ll keep you safe from demons since we haven’t gotten you or the kid inked up yet. Um, Jack got one of my old bracelets, but I figured you’d want something to twirl around your neck.”

“And you’re giving this to me?”

“Yeah.”

“As a gift?”

“Yeah, Cas. Why you don’t like it?”

Cas smiled as he sat himself up way too quickly and got dizzy in the process. He lifted his bandaged hands to grip his head before muttering, “Can you make the bed into a chair again, please?”

Dean helped Cas with his bed before sitting beside his boyfriend, who already had the necklace in his blistering red fingers. Dean watched his face for a reaction, but Cas only looked like he was studying it between his swelling fingers before he held it out for Dean to take.

He was about to take it as a rejection, and he had a speech ready if this did happen, but then Cas firmly ordered, “Put it on me.”

“You forget a word there, buddy?” Dean chuckled while he took the leather chain to drape over his boyfriend’s head until it fell against his chest.

Cas looked down at it before he slowly grazed it with his fingertips. Then he looked up at Dean with watery eyes and a soft smile. “Please. I forgot, please.”

“Yeah,” Dean reached to kiss the single tear off his cheek. “But I forgive you this one time cause you got a little scratch.”

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This is perfection!! I listened to it on repeat yesterday to finish my destiel wedding fic and it got me into the perfect headspace because it’s so much them and so incredibly soft and sweet😭🥰

Listening to this makes me so happy, this is what they deserve!!💙💚

And especially the lines from “to fill all those things long suppressed” up to “you had me all along” are so heartachingly beautiful, they really hit me everytime I hear them.

Thank you so much for putting this out there, you are incredibly talented!!

Howdy, hellers! I wrote a sweet lil’ song about what Dean Winchester & his angel husband are getting up to in Heaven. (If you’re a finale denialist, more power to you! Just imagine they’re in, like, Heaven, Montana or something.) It’s a lot more saccharine than my usual stuff, but if anyone deserves a soft epilogue it’s those two. Went for a kinda sorta country vibe & ran the whole mix to cassette tape, For Reasons.

I’ve made the song available for free download via SoundCloud, and it’s under a Creative Commons license, so please feel free to use the song & lyrics in your vids & art & gifs if you want! And if you like what you hear, gimme a follow on Spotify & Instagram & Twitter—I have a new full-length record coming out later this year. 👀

Also make sure to follow @theirlovewasreal​ for more sweet Destiel & Saileen fluffiness. <3

Roadhouse

Turn up the lights and let’s call it a night

And send all of our friends on their way

I’ll burn the ice—it’s a small paradise—

And then later let’s misbehave

We don’t need quarters for the jukebox here

So put on “Nightshift” and let’s dance

You got me swingin’ from the chandeliers

Holdin’ on to a second chance

A mountain, a canyon, the palm of your hand

On my shoulder, its ultimate home

Starlight in strands and our toes in the sands

And the endless expanses to roam

We don’t need fuel for the engines here

So gimme the keys and let’s drive

You got me clingin’ to the steering wheel

Never once did I feel so alive

I know there’s no need for sleep here

But lie next to me and surrender to the softness of rest

The way has been hard but the silence is ours now

To fill with all those things long suppressed

I never did say what I needed to say

Or I tried and it all came out wrong

I love you, I love you, of course I do

You had me all along

My human brain can’t physically comprehend this beauty.. This perfection.. It’s like a photo.. They’re absolutely gorgeous and I’m gonna cherish these forever!!🥺💙💚🥰

Monochrome Destiel pictures by Euclase

Other Supernatural fanart by Euclase: color Destiel, creative, and silly.

Cas calls Dean beautiful all the time, making the hunter blush and duck down to press quick kisses to Cas’ lips as he mutters “am not” against Cas’ mouth, but any time Dean murmurs the word into Cas’ skin, the angel shies away, burying his head into the pillow or ducking his gaze. “Cas, you’re so beautiful,” Dean whispers, fingertips rubbing soft circles along the inside of Cas’ wrist as he places tender kisses along Cas’ jawline and up behind his ear. Cas stiffens, shaking his head and half turning away. Finally the words slip from Cas’ mouth. “You just think this vessel is beautiful. Not me.” Dean feels his heart shatter in his chest; suddenly wondering how long Cas has been holding onto these thoughts on inadequacy that were vastly untrue. “What are you even talking about, Cas?” Dean asks, voice wavering on the words, because oh God, how can Cas even think he’s anything but breathtakingly gorgeous? “Attraction to this vessel. The beauty you see is just this body and not-“ Cas doesn’t even finish the sentence before Dean is yanking Cas into his arms, shushing him with an ever-so-gentle peck to the lips. “You’ve got it all wrong, Cas. Look at me. Please,” Dean says, tipping Cas’ chin with his forefinger and thumb until Cas’ gaze locks with his. “You’re gorgeous. Yes, this vessel is beautiful, but God, Cas, I never thought anything even remotely like that in the beginning when it was Jimmy. All I see when I look at you now is you. This,” Dean said, ghosting his fingers across Cas’ cheek, “This is you. All I see is you. And you’re absolutely stunning. Just Cas. Not Castiel the Angel of the Lord. Not Jimmy who died years ago. Just my Cas.” Dean presses a lingering kiss to Cas’ temple, collecting his words before speaking again. “When I call you beautiful, I don’t just mean this, though,” Dean murmurs. “Yes, I’m attracted to you physically. But your beauty is so much more than that. Cas, you’re beautiful because of the way you linger your kisses when you’re tired, which is just honestly freaking adorable. It’s the way you get up early just to make Sam some ridiculously healthy smoothie for when he gets back from his run. It’s the way you instinctively put Jack behind you in a fight to protect him even though that kid is more powerful than the rest of us combined and he doesn’t need physical protection. It’s the way you laugh at my jokes even though they’re never funny. The way you smile and it’s like seeing your Grace shining through until everything is seeped in radiating happiness. How you make PB&J sandwiches when you’re worried about something, as if that can ease the nervousness. How natural you are at hunting. How you fell into my life yet you clicked into place like you were the only thing I was ever missing; the only thing I was waiting for. Every time I look at you, it’s all those things I see. All the things I love about you that shine brightly every moment of the day. All those things are yours, and they make you beautiful. So so breathtakingly beautiful.” And when Dean finishes talking, tears are shining in Cas’ eyes, one spilling out until it tracks down his cheek. Dean strokes the tear away with the pad of his thumb, before bringing Cas’ wrist up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to Cas’ pulse point. “So goddamn beautiful.” Cas can’t form words; all he can do is gently tug Dean down and kiss him, over and over and over again, murmuring his love for Dean against the hunter’s lips.