Destiel // You’re My Best Friend (Queen)
I’ve been with you such a long time, you’re my sunshine
happy 1st anniversary dean and cas💚💙💍
Dean Winchester // Dancing in the Dark
you can’t start a fire without a spark
happy 43rd birthday dean winchester💜
YOU’RE INVITED!!!!
As we all know Dean is alive, happily married to the love of his life, and turning 43 on January 24th. Last year we threw him one hell of a memorable birthday party….so let’s do it all again!!!! And what better way to celebrate than by filling the dash with your wonderful creations!!!
On JANUARY 24th celebrate by posting fics, gifs, amvs, art, graphics, poetry, edits, or anything you can think of to create, as long as it’s Dean-centric! Make sure to tag your creations with #deansbirthdaybash so everyone can find and reblog your incredible creations and join in on the fun!!! And feel free to directly tag/mention me (#chocolatecakecas) as well!!! I’ll be checking the tags/my mentions all day to boost everyone’s creations!!! But remember there is no experience necessary to create, and absolutely no pressure to participate! It’s just meant to be a fun little way to share our love for Dean and our content creators!
Rules:
- absolutely no w*ncest or *ncest content of any kind
- minors please do not create any NSFW content
- i ask that creations please be tagged with #15x20, #dean’s death, or #finale if your content centers around the finale, in addition to any applicable cws. (I will of course reblog everything with any applicable cws!!!)
So let’s all celebrate our favorite lil guy’s 43rd birthday, AND our beloved content creators!!!!! Can’t wait to see what you make!!!💜🎉
Dean // Dust and Ashes
They say we are asleep until we fall in love
If Only in My Dreams
merry christmas to those who celebrate🎄💕
It was quiet.
Dean leaned against the doorway with a heavy sigh. The room that was practically overflowing less than an hour ago, now feeling empty. Dark, the only light from the Christmas tree shining dimly in the corner.
Too quiet.
Not that Dean thought it was an unsettling silence, just an unexpected one after the hours-no days of non-stop noise. Plates and silverware clinking on the table, over doors and cabinets slamming shut, shouts echoing from the halls, pairs of foot steps thumping up and down the stairs, and laughter ringing from every room.
And now it’s just, quiet.
His eyes slowly continue to survey the room, taking in the damage and finds himself laughing a little at the sight.


