12x10 a summary

beestiels:

cas: fuck you, dean

dean: well fuck you, cas

ishim: yeah, fuck you, cas

dean: HEY shut the fuCK UP ishim don’t speak to me or my husband ever again

Coda - 12x10 Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets

Castiel all but flew into the bunker, his trenchcoat billowing behind him. Fury was coming off him in waves and for the first time in a long time, the lights in the room flickered as he passed underneath them.

“Cas,” Dean sighed, striding after him with purpose, but whatever the purpose was, Castiel didn’t care.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Castiel kept walking and Dean had to practically jog to keep up.

Sam entered the bunker and paused at the bottom of the steps. Castiel could feel the longing rolling off him, and it was a longing to be far away from here, and well away from the brewing fight between Dean and Castiel. Honestly, Castiel couldn’t blame him.

When Dean eventually caught up and placed and a hand on his shoulder, Castiel wheeled around, wrenching himself free.

“Do not touch me. You have shown me nothing but disrespect for days. Your hypocrisy is beginning to grate on my nerves. Yes, I made a stupid decision, borne out of love for the only family I have left. You act like a Winchester has never made a reckless choice and broke the world.”

The lights flickered again, more rapidly and Dean flinched, but he didn’t break his eyes away from Castiel. Raising his hands, he inclined his head, his expression filled with chagrin. “Okay, so let’s talk about this…”

“So now you want to talk? After the days of silent treatment, sarcastic comments whenever you deigned to speak to me at all? Well I don’t want to talk. What I want is to go to bed and to recover from the drain on my powers.”

Dean stared at him for a long moment and when he spoke up again, his voice came out much quieter, less argumentative. “So I guess that means I’m not welcome? I guess Ishim made you think twice, huh? About falling –” he stopped abruptly and cleared his throat. “About the company you keep. Guess us apes are just too much trouble, huh? What was it he said? Who am I to question your choices?”

Castiel’s expression shifted and the lights returned to normal. He made eye contact with Dean and felt his anger slowly dissipate into nothing. “Dean, that’s not what this is. This isn’t my priorities changing. This isn’t me choosing Heaven over you. That will never be my choice. This is me being pissed because you couldn’t respect my choices.”

Dean nodded, biting his lip. “Could we at least get a beer, first? Talk about this? There’s…. there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be said. We should have talked things over before now.”

Sam slowly came up behind Dean, and faced with the two Winchester brothers staring at him like that, almost pleading with him to end the tension that had been suffocating them for days, he found he was powerless to refuse.

He inclined his head and made for the kitchen, the weight on his shoulders from their argument falling away, like it had never even been there to begin with.

obsidiandean:

CASTIELS HUMAN WEAKNESS IS DEAN

NOT LIKE THAT WASNT ALREADY OBVIOUS BUT THNK U FOR MAKING IT CANON

tabbycas:

Is no one going to point out that Fem!cas has a trenchcoat

obsidiandean:

“why’d you let him talk to you like that?” 

- says dean winchester, the man who has been talking to castiel ‘like that’ presumably for days at least