THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST FANART I HAVE EVER SEEN OMFG
My first Supernatural comic, dedicated with much reverence to lordwhat, comedic genius and my personal idol.
when we had to say goodbye
Inspired by x
Dean’s thinking about Cas face
STOP IT HURTS
well bitch, how about that, Cas doesn’t feel the same way, he feels so much more than you’ll ever be able to comprehend!
never mistake that Dean turns around because future!dean wasn’t pointing at him. The camera fucking goes from blurry to clear and they show a Dean reaction shot. That is the exact moment when Dean found out that he and Cas in the future had a sexual relationship. He probably had high suspicions when he saw Cas but that (and the conversation that follows) seals it for him.
That is why he he says “send you friends to die…and Cas too” because he knew that Cas was and has always been more than a friend and he for sure knew that he was more than a friend to future!dean.
for Ilse! who wanted earnest Cas giving Dean an embarrassing gift.
“What. The fuck. Is that.”
It’s not a question so much as a bland statement of shock, because Dean’s brain can’t really function beyond that at the moment. Cas tilts is head and reaches forward, moving the gift closer to Dean, as if Dean just needs a better look at the thing to understand what it is.
“It’s a mug. For drinks. You make coffee quite often, so I assumed this could be of some use to you, and… since it expresses how I feel about you, I hoped that maybe you could associate it with me when you use it,” Cas says, ducking his head a bit and blushing.
Behind Dean, Sam is sitting on his bed and concentrating extremely hard on a book of Japanese demon lore that’s completely useless for their current hunt, but was the closest thing he could reach when Cas suddenly appeared and carefully placed the mug on the table where both of them could read the text painted on it. The silence now settled over the room is mortified and uncomfortable, and Dean wishes he’d explained tact to Cas a bit sooner.
When Dean continues to gape at the mug, Cas’ earnest glee starts to deflate, sounding disappointed when he speaks again.
“You… don’t like it.”
Dean swears and runs a hand over his mouth before shaking his head.
“No, no, it’s not… It’s nice, uh, Cas, but. Where did you even find something like this?”
“When you sent me to San Francisco,” Cas says, perking up again, at ease now that Dean has approved of the gift. But Dean doesn’t remember sending Cas to San Francisco for anything. He’d jokingly mentioned something about it a few nights back when Cas had mused about settling down, but he hadn’t told him to actually go there, let alone bring something back. But he figures it’s his own fault since angels have a tendency to take whatever he says and interpret it however they want.
Dean stares at the mug some more and lets out a heavy sigh, reaching forward and taking it. He hides the big, block text on the side as he slides it off the table and into his lap. He hears Sam’s breath of relief, and he can immediately feel the tension easing out of the room now that the mug is no longer visible.
“Um. Thanks, Cas. But next time you bring back a gift, you should probably give it to me in private,” Dean says awkwardly while Sam mumbles from behind him, “For the love of God, please never let this happen in front of me ever again.”
Cas nods and smiles wide when Dean grabs him by the hand to tug him in for a kiss, the World’s Best Bottom mug held carefully in Dean’s lap.