moonlettuce | Supernatural Fanmix

I was going to stick to fic for

dc_fireplace and then I had the sudden desire to put together a fanmix using songs that had been in Glee. So, here it is... Gleeful: a Dean/Castiel mix ::grin::

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Gleeful: a Dean/Castiel mix - Track List

You Can't Always Get You Want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need

When Dean was younger he had his entire life planned out. He was going to kill lots of shit and screw lots of chicks. Specifically, blonde chicks with big tits and strong urges towards the kinky stuff. That was Dean's plan. Which doesn't explain why he's sitting next to a quiet and very male angel, with his back against the wall and his thigh against Castiel's. And it sure as hell doesn't explain why he kinda likes it.

~*~

Lean On Me
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow

Dean curses as he tries to stand up. The demon had come out of nowhere, jumping Dean when he'd walked out of the 7-11. Hadn't stopped Dean from ganking its ass, though, even if he had ended up on the sidewalk with an ankle that doesn't feel like it's going to be supporting his weight any time soon. He's just about to ring Sam and tell his giant-ass brother to bring the Impala to pick him up when a hand reaches down, careful and sure. A beat passes before Dean slides the phone back into his pocket, wraps his fingers around Cas's and says a quiet thank you as the two of them make their way slowly back to the motel.

~*~

Can't Fight This Feeling
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winters night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

It's not like Dean planned this, not as though he consciously made the leap from thinking of Cas as a nerdy, little angel guy to wondering what he'd look like naked, what he'd feel like under Dean's hands. He thinks Cas would be quiet, all breathy moans and careful gasps as he arches under Dean's touch, thinks he'd be all wide eyes as Dean's fingers trail over his skin. He thinks, but he's not sure. Not yet.

~*~

I'll Stand By You
When you're standing at the crossroads
Don't know which path to chose
Let me come along
Cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you

Observe him, Castiel, they had said.

Protect him, Castiel, they had said.

Ensure he makes the right decisions, Castiel, they had said.

Don't forget where you belong, Castiel, they had said.

I know where I belong, he replies, and returns to Dean's side.

~*~

Alone
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone

Dean waits until Sam's asleep before his hand slides under the covers. Waits until he can hear deep breath on the verge of the snoring that Sammy always claims he doesn't do, before he wraps his fingers around himself, careful and perfect and there as he jerks himself and comes to a vision of sharp blue eyes and a voice that murmurs his name.

~*~

True Colors
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And darkness still inside you
Make you feel so small

Castiel knows that Dean believes he isn't worthy, knows that Dean thinks that the world is going to burn if it's left to him to save it. He can hear the doubt in Dean's mind, can feel it weighing on him every time Castiel looks at him. Only, Castiel knows. He knows that Dean doesn't need to be the saviour, that he doesn't need to be the righteous man. He just needs to be Dean, and that is enough.

~*~

Taking Chances
I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try,
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?

Dean's not thinking about it when he finally reaches out, not thinking about anything but that Cas is there, beaten and bloody and perfect. Not thinking about anything but how they could all be dead today, tomorrow, next week. Not thinking about anything but how it seems so stupid not to. So he reaches out, fingers around Cas's wrist as he pulls Cas to him, quiet oh ghosting over Dean's skin before he seals his lips over Cas's. And then neither of them are thinking about anything.

~*~

Don't Stop Believin'
A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Castiel arches as Dean's fingers wrap around his flesh, soft kisses scattered across his skin. Dean moves inside him, slowly and carefully, pleasuring coursing through him with each of Dean's thrusts. And Castiel knows he won't break, knows Dean can't hurt him, so why does it feel like he's being flayed open when Dean looks at him, feels like his entire grace is burning inside of him when Dean tangles their fingers together and sinks inside.

There's sweat running off Dean, hot and sticky and human, as he shudders above Castiel, soft Cas gasped out as Dean stills over him.

And Castiel thinks that maybe he's found God after all.

~*~

Crush
Here's what I'll do
I'll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny

There's a part of Dean that's totally and utterly panicking. He was never meant to be the Winchester this happened to. Sam was the one who was supposed to settle down with 2.5 kids and a dog. And he wants to deny it, wants to say it's just sex, just two guys relieving the tension in the most fun way possible. He even tried saying that to Sam once, but Sam could hear the lie in Dean's word just as much as Dean could. Because it's not just sex, it's so much more. It's Cas. And the thought that he might screw this up is more terrifying than any apocalypse could ever be.

~*~

Keep Holding On
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend

The house is surprisingly silent considering how many people are crammed into it. They're all exhausted and grieving and angry, and it's a bitter tension running through them all that's threatening to snap at any moment. They've been fighting none stop for what seems like eternity, being pushed at every point.

But here? Here's where they stop running, here's where they're going to end it. Hunters and angels and demons and everyone that's been pulled into the fight for a burning world, all of them ready to make a stand.

Cas's Dean? is quiet, barely loud enough for Dean to hear, but the careful brush of Cas's fingers against his wrist speaks loudly enough. And Dean just nods and leads them out.

~*~

Halo-Walking On Sunshine Mash-up
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

They crash into the room, filthy and bloody and alive. Dean's lips haven't left Cas's since they got back, which made for some interesting times trying to get up the stairs. But he breaks the kiss now, because--

"Clothes--"

Because there are too many layers between him and Cas, too many layers to get rid of before he can bury himself inside Cas.

Clothes hit the floor, landing where they're thrown as they're pulled off and dropped until finally, finally, it's skin against skin. Cas is warm against him as Dean presses him against the wall, leg between Cas's thighs and feeling the angel harden.

There's lube in the room somewhere and Dean knows he should go and look for it, but he doesn't want to leave Cas for the minutes it would take him to find it. But the advantage of screwing an angel is that he doesn't have to, grins against Cas's skin as Cas presses the half-used tube that had been at the bottom of Dean's bag into his hand.

He grins because he's got his angel naked and willing, grins because they won. But most of all, he grins because they're alive. They're alive and they're here and it's fucking awesome.

~*~

My Life Would Suck Without You
Being with you
Is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn't miss you
But I can’t let you go

Dean's not expecting to find Cas on Bobby's doorstep, which is why he's so surprised when he opens the door. He hadn't been expecting to see Cas again after all the angels were pulled back to Heaven, flashes of light that left their vessels behind, dazed and confused. The only exception had been Cas. There'd been no vessel left behind; Cas having been alone in his body since he was resurrected.

So, that was it. Done and over, and the angels bailing to leave the rest of them to pick up the mess. And Dean doesn't know why he'd thought it would be any different. It's not as if he really believed they'd get the white picket fence and the chance to have a life without looking over their shoulders, not as if he would have taken it if it had been offered; that's not how his life goes. Kill shit, get his heart torn up and move on. Same old, same old.

Only it's not. Because Cas is in front of him, standing in front of him and definitely not in Heaven.

"What? But-- Heaven?" Because Dean gets eloquent when he's surprised.

Cas just smiles. "I found a place I would rather be," he says quietly. "If you want--"

But the rest of Cas's words are swallowed by Dean's lips, mouths pressing together as Cas relaxes against Dean's body, his hands fisting in Dean's tee. And Dean just grins around the kiss and wonders what Bobby would say if he painted the fence white.

~*~

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