It Was Not Their Kissing I Wanted To See. What I Wanted To See Was Dean Straddling Cas's Lap, His Hands

It was not their kissing I wanted to see. What I wanted to see was dean straddling cas's lap, his hands gently cupping cas's face, his thumbs tenderly caressing over cas's cheekbones, cheeks, and chins. cas looked up at him, his eyes carrying such blazing awe and admiration in them that his pupils seemed to glow as if he were staring at the sun as if he were staring at something supremely beautiful and glittering. cas whisperingly expressed his fondness in a low and reverent tone, in every language he knew, and he knew every language that had ever existed in the world. dean was not good at accepting compliments, let alone such passionate and direct confessions. He flushed, he squirmed , he wanted to fold himself up like a creaky old beach chair, but he ended up staying put because cas's stubble felt so good under his fingertips and and he just wanted to stay that way forever.

Edwin stayed with Charles before he was even a ghost and kept him company in his last dying moments. He was head over heels immediately.

Usually, when Cas died, Dean had his trench coat. He'd keep it safe because of how much it meant to him, how much it reminded him of his angel. But also a small part of him kept it just in case Cas ever came back and needed his signature coat back. But when Cas is taken by the Empty, all of him is taken, even the coat. So Dean has nothing but a handprint on his own jacket left of him.

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Hello, Dean.

The SPN wheel is complete!! Had a lot of fun with this :)

I love you, Dean coded lesbians of Supernatural.