an angsty ficlet about cas masturbating to thoughts of dean sometime between s9 and s10
As he lays on the uncomfortable mattress, with bed springs poking awkwardly up against his back, Castiel wonders ruefully if this is not a better penance than purgatory ever was. His stolen grace is rotting his being from the inside out, his angelic family is still wary of him while his earthly one remains shattered in a way Castiel isn’t sure can ever be repaired, his—Dean—
if you are genuinely concerned about the idea of romantic cas/hannah, i will tell you my crackpot theory. given the amounts of star wars references in the carver era i would not be at all surprised to see a scene where dean hopelessly decides there will never be anything between him and cas because he thinks cas loves someone else, tells cas he’s going to take himself out of the picture so cas has a chance for an apple pie life, only to have cas roll his eyes and explain that, dean, it’s nothing like that at all, hannah is my sister. and then sam blows up the death star and they all join an ewok conga line.