send me “🎶” and I’ll shuffle my character playlist and write a starter for our muses with the song selected
Rolling back his shoulders, grin stretched across his face as he lounged across the catwalks overseeing the jaeger bay ( high above the commotion down below ) post-fight cooldown, embracing the cold air almost permanently found within the hangar. Arm bent, braced against the chilled metal of the guide rail — joy more genuine as his head cocked towards the noise of footsteps echoing closer ( fragmented thoughts, remnants of a joined mind ).
There is no bond stronger.
❝ Hey Cas. ❞ Voice soft against the harsh clang of metal ( tools, workmen ) surrounding them, turning to eye his companion. Allowing himself to lean into the other’s space, bumping shoulders. A sense of calm filling the space between them. But then again, when had the other pilot’s presence not offered such solace ?? a home wrapped up in a person. The end of the world trivial in comparison. ❝ You normally do some kinda post fight hippie shit after a spar, what’s up ??❞
Dark, unkempt hair is damp with shower water. Droplets form, then fall, onto worn cotton—tight and breathable jaeger athletics suit long since discarded with the sweat of the fight, rinsed down the locker room drain, tossed into the laundry chute—that hangs easily on a lean frame. Castiel is the picture of contented exhaustion—the shirt he wears is soft against sore muscles, his skin is warm and fragrant with the remnants of his shower and someone else’s aftershave. He makes his way to the upper levels of the complex—foregoing his brief meditation for something—someone—far more important.
Castiel watches the figure on the catwalk for a moment. There’s an easiness to the man poised before him that is so uncommon. The pilot lets the sight imprint in his memory—something good to call on when he needs to, something steady and serene.
As always, though, he is drawn forward. Nothing can keep him far for very long. His footsteps are measured and even—not rushed, though the draw to be in this man’s proximity urges him to hasten ( he resists, if only because the sight is as appealing as the company ).
Eventually, his feet bring him close beside the figure on the catwalk—a figure he knows more intrinsically than most know their own. Castiel’s body cants towards the man beside him ( it’s instinct at this point ) and his arms come to rest on the guide rail, pinky and ring fingers idly intertwine with those already poised on the rail—there exists between them several points of contact. Castiel catalogs each—the soft pressure of shoulders, the warmth of hips, the easy contact between fingers, the unbreakable bond in their minds—the task brings him joy, his lips tilt upwards, he glances to the face of the man beside him and sees a similar joy.
“ Hello, Dean. ” His deep voice is quiet, nearly lost over the activity far below them—but he knows it travels just as it needs to.
He laughs, softly and freely, Dean has a way with words. “ There is benefit in variety. Routine breeds complacency. I do not mind deviating from my own routine. You, however, you are a creature of habit, and this, is not your habit—I should ask you, what is up? ” It’s unsaid—that ‘I am concerned about you’ in part because it must be and in part because it can be.
His question comes with pantomimed air quotes and an attempt to emulate Dean’s own vocal patterns. His head is tilted just so, his brows drawn forward in a quizzical look.
JAM BUDS (n) • A Romantic Paring not officially confirmed by the creators, but is basically canon.
So I’m casually watching supernatural s9e7 Bad Boys and it’s so heart wrenching. One of the most heartwrenching parts is how Sammy finds out this thing he didn’t know about his big brother. This makes me think he took pride in knowing just about everything he could about Dean because he just can’t let go of why he wasn’t told. The part that makes this really awful for me is not three episodes later, Ezekiel(Gadreel) takes over Sammy. Sammy goes through all this effort to learn about this hidden secret of Dean’s and we get this connection between them that grows in strength only to be trashed by the fact that Dean let Ezekiel(Gadreel) in w/o consent. I both hate the writers and love them for this because it’s ingenious but also gaaaaaagh. There’s more heartwrenching parts in this episode but that’s the real one I wanted to talk about.
P. S. If you listen carefully there’s a background theme that specifically symbolizes family for the Winchesters
fucking hell I just THIS LITERAL SECOND realised that Dean trying and failing to rescue Castiel from Purgatory in S8 of Supernatural is a thematically perfect retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice
and I say this as someone who’s written an 84k Destiel fic *called* Orpheus
HOW DID IT TAKE ME THIS DAMN LONG TO NOTICE
THE ENTIRE FUCKING PURGATORY ARC IS A LITERAL KATABASIS SO THAT DEAN CAN BARGAIN WITH THE UNDERWORLD TO HAVE HIS BELOVED RESTORED TO HIM
IT EVEN FALTERS ON THE GODDAMN THRESHOLD WHEN DEAN LOOKS BACK AT CAS