dean not realizing that he’s in love with cas until cas says he’s going on a date. dean wants to throw up a little. “who’s the lucky girl?” he asks. cas’ lips purse and he looks up at dean. “man. it’s a man,” he replies. and the floor drops from under dean. a man that’s not him.
i wish being on twt and reading fic and writing fic and editing and talking with oomfs and crying over destiel and being horny ab destiel was a full time job plsssssss i don’t wanna do anything else