Like maybe Cas finds Balthazar again, because he really didn’t kill him because Balthazar faked his own death like Gabriel taught him when they were in heaven. He told him that it may come in handy one day, and boy did it. So Castiel finds him again, and he’s astonished, confused, and scared. He doesn’t know what to do, how to react, or even what to say, so instead he just stares, and Balthazar just give him this smile - his smile - and approaches him, holds his face in his hands, and asks, “How did you find me?” and Castiel leans into his touch, closes his eyes and breathes, “I followed the bees.”

Castiel can’t heal with his hands anymore, and more than anything, he wishes that he still could. Because when Danny or Faith get hurt, scrape their knees or their palms, he just wants to make everything better, wants to stop their pain. But all he can do is kiss their owies better, and hope that maybe it’ll be enough. The smiles on his childrens’ faces are all that he needs to reassure him that everything’s okay, though.

When Daniel tells Dean that when he grows up, that he wants to be just like him, he’s at a loss for words. Because his children know that he’s still a hunter, and they admire him for saving peoples’ lives; he’s their hero. They don’t know that he’s killed people before, and if it comes down to it, he’d do it again, but he’d never tell them this, even when Castiel tells him to tell the truth. But when Danny says that he wants to grow up to be like his daddy, Dean asks him, “A mechanic?” and Danny just nods.

Castiel doesn’t lie to his children, he tells them truth. Whatever they ask, whatever they’re curious about, he gives them an honest answer. He doesn’t lie about himself; he tells them about his wings, his brothers and sisters, and what heaven’s really like. He tells them about the stars and the planets, about the tallest mountain and the deepest valleys; he tells them about the Righteous Man and how he fell in love with him.

He tells them the story of how he raised the Righteous Man from Perdition, about how he gripped him tight and raised him from the very depths of hell. And when they ask what hell’s like, he tells them, even when Dean gives him a look, because c’mon, they’re children for Christs’ sake. But Castiel has a glare that can rival any man - or woman - and when he looks at Dean, Dean shrinks back and allows him to continue his story.

• Dean hates grocery shopping, because the grocery store is usually completely packed of people by the time that they decide to go, and Castiel just doesn’t like grocery shopping because he doesn’t like the mass of people that congregate there. So usually, they go grocery shopping together because they have to keep each other sane in the chaos of people. But once they’re there, Castiel likes to drag Dean around the store, usually picking out foods that they don’t need and throwing them into the cart like a child does, and Dean has to put them back.
• “Dean, why are you putting the Oreos back on the shelf?”
• “Because we have a whole thing of Oreos back at the house.”
• “Yeah, well, I was planning on eating those when we got back, so we need to get more to replace them.”
• “Cas, you are not going to eat a whole thing of Oreos in one sitting.”
• “Watch me..”
• And so usually, Cas gets what he wants, and Dean complains the entire time, but on the drive home, Castiel lets Dean listen to what he wants, and when they get home, Dean doesn’t have to put the groceries away.

i would like to imagine that castiel has a secret love of wings that aren’t his own, and that maybe it would be nice if dean had wings because it would remind him of home. being wrapped in wings much larger than your own, but not only wings, but arms as well. held against dean’s chest, his own wings pulled tight against his back, and dean’s around his body, holding him close, trapping the warmth of their bodies between them. feathers grazing feathers, the sensation so overwhelming. but i don’t know if i would call it a wing!kink, more of just a love for them because they remind him of heaven, and he misses his home, and his brothers and sisters. and being the youngest, he was always doted on by his older siblings, always held in their wings, and he misses that more than anything, and when he feels dean wrap his arms around him, the gentle caress of his fingers on his face, he likes to imagine wings and feathers because then he feels more at peace, more at home.

Domestic Destiel Headcanons Part Two

Domestic Destiel Headcanons Part One

And then one day Daniel and Faith approach Cas about his excessive smiley use, and they ask him if he actually knows they mean and he just say, “No, but you guys use them and I wanted to use them as well.” And they just frown and teach him about the different smilies and what they mean, and so he actually uses the right ones after that, and it only makes things a little bit better, because Daniel and Faith are still barraged with text messages from him. Dean’s glad to see the use of different smilies though, and he even sends a couple of them to Cas in return.

Oh my God.

Literally sobbing over that last headcanon. Just imagine it, Castiel sitting on the couch or at his desk at work, slowly typing out messages on the iPhone that Dean got him because he’s still pretty bad at using the tiny keyboard, and making all of these typos and getting pissed off at the autocorrect. And it takes him at least five minutes to send a short text message and he just tacks on a shitload of smilies at the end and he feels so proud of himself for it and he just beams.

Castiel might be a little obsessed with using smilies in text messages after he learns what they are. He uses them all the time he texts Dean and Sam, and he uses them even more when he sends texts to Faith and Daniel when they’re at school. Dean thinks that it’s actually kind of adorable, but their kids think that it’s the most annoying thing on the face of the earth, because sometimes Castiel will even use more than one smiley in a text message.

“Have a great day at school! I love you! :) :] :D”

Dean keeps all of Castiel’s text messages, especially the ones with the little hearts in them. Daniel and Faith immediately delete them after reading them.

• It doesn’t happen often, not as often as Castiel would like, because he really does love the small, intimate things, like forehead kisses. It’s usually when they’re in bed together, or when Cas is snuggled against Dean’s side on the couch, when Dean just leans over and presses his lips to Cas’ forehead for a brief second before pulling away and tucking him closer to himself with his arm. But these moments, Castiel cherishes, because he knows that it may be days, or a week, before it happens again. Sure, Castiel loves when Dean is straightforward with his affections, holding him against his body and kissing him breathless, but the times when Dean is more careful with him, more intimate, are his favorites.

• Castiel enjoys a lot of things that Dean doesn’t. He enjoys oldies, made for tv movies, cheesy romance films, and musicals. Phantom of the Opera, Les Mis, Wicked, etc. He owns most of them on DVD, and watches them on most weekends, sitting Dean on the couch beside him to watch them with him, even though they’ve seen them so many times that some of them are starting to skip. But it doesn’t bother Dean too much, because when Castiel’s happy, Dean’s happy, and when the DVDs are worn to shit, Dean just buys new ones and surprises Castiel with them.

• Usually they take turns when it comes to laundry, and they both absolutely hate folding socks. They bicker and try to convince the other to fold the socks - I’ll make you dinner. I’ll do the dishes. I’ll rub your feet. I’ll give you the best blowjob ever. Most of the time Dean ends up folding the socks, but Cas sticks around with him and helps him out a bit when he starts getting really frustrated with them. Because folding socks is stupid, and it’s even more stupid when you have to do it alone.

• Sometimes Dean calls Cas his “little songbird”, which is definitely a cheesy nickname, but neither of them seem to care about that. Castiel loves singing, and he has a lovely voice, so of course he sings in the shower. He sings hymns from times long ago, and he sings modern songs that he’s heard on that radio that have gotten stuck in his head. He sings some of Dean’s favorite songs in the mornings, and Dean wakes up with a smile on his face on those days, laying in bed and reveling in Cas’ voice.
• Dean sings in the shower as well, but his voice isn’t as soft of Cas’. He sings loud and obnoxiously; off key and with a little too much energy. He knocks over bottles and sometimes even gets tangled in the shower curtain, which - if he’s up before Cas - makes a cranky Cas in the morning. But Dean’s good at smoothing away frowns when he’s back in bed with Cas, hair still wet, pressing gentle kisses against Cas’ lips and neck, hands slowly traveling beneath his shirt.