this wip is saved as “HAAAAAAAAANDS.jpg” bc i got balthazar’s there right away and i’ve done nothing since but try to get the other two. that’s it. it’s taken 5x as long everything else in this pic so far
i literally just want to draw cass’ hand on top of balthazar’s, why is this so!!!!!! hard!!!!!!
cass did, reluctantly, allow pictures of himself to be taken right after he left that night. they’re in a folder in an envelope at the bottom of his duffel and he hates having to carry them aroundhe really hopes to someday trust balthazar again enough to ask him to hold onto them without ever looking at them, but then he beats himself up about whether or not that’s fair( part 2 )
The finished version.
Now almost 30, Balthazar and Castiel meet for the first time since their teens, when Castiel’s parents forcibly separated them by sending Castiel to a school far away.
The road to their reunion began eight months earlier, when Castiel, bleeding and shaken, picked himself off the floor and walked out of his home of seven long years.
okay but cass saying “no”
cass learning to say “no”
without having to equivocate, or bargain, or give his life story to explain why
without flinching, or having to look down, or make himself small
cass gaining confidence and admitting it feels good to say “no,” then blushing like, “i don’t mean i’m doing it intentionally”
but balthazar just laughs and like
gets him a tshirt
cass’ like, “what am i supposed to do with this?”
but every so often balthazar wanders back into the bedroom in the morning, to see cass, all bundled up in blankets, wearing the NO shirt, looking a little meh for wearand balthazar’s like, “ah, i see. the day has been surrendered to netflix and digging potato chip crumbs out of every crevice. very well, i accept” and he dives right in
i do so love balthazar’s passive-aggressive total dismissiveness when dealing with people he doesn’t like (”you two were such an adequate stick, thank you”)
like just imagine dean confronting cass postseparation, and balthazar very politely tapping him on the shoulder
“who the hell are you?” cause dean’s never seen this guy before in his life“good afternoon, i’m room service,” says balthazar, with a very courteous bow. “i’m here to take out the trash”
Cass arrives for dinner in the same oversized-hoodie-and-jeans combo he’d been wearing for coffee, and seems embarrassed for it when Balthazar answers the door in a crisp button-up (not all the way up).
“Oops,” he murmurs, very deliberately, rallying himself at least enough to joke.
“Wrong address?” Balthazar teases, ushering Cass inside.
Castiel enters slowly, craning his neck to look all around with the minimum of steps taken, as though he might reconsider staying at all.
“Sorry I’m underdressed,” he mumbles distractedly, peering into the living room.
“Now, now,” Balthazar coos. “Given I’m the one who can run and change, why don’t we agree I’m overdressed?”
Cass glances back over his shoulder, uncertain, then gives in to a soft laugh. “Sure.”
Encouraged, Balthazar offers him a slight bow. “May I take your coat, my dear?”
A slier glance, and Cass hums lowly, as though deep in thought.
“Hmm, you know, I’m not even sure I can afford to eat in a place like this,” he sighs, feigning bashfulness as he stares at his hands.
“Oh, not to worry, darling. It’s on the house,” Balthazar assures him. “The chef is quite taken with you. He send his compliments,” he adds, with an airy wave of his hand.
“His compliments on…?”
Balthazar offers only a sweetly suggestive smirk. “His compliments.”
A real smile spreads slowly over Cass’ face, until he looks away again, as though too embarrassed to laugh in front of Balthazar.
“What?” Balthazar calls, chuckling. “Have I changed too much?”
Cass scoffs, then does laugh.
“Or not at all, perhaps?”
Castiel turns and fixes Balthazar with a truly fond smile. “It’s not changed, so much as…” He thumbs his lower lip thoughtfully. “You’re just…more.”
“More…?” Balthazar raises an eyebrow expectantly, but Castiel gives only a very familiar, cheeky smirk.
“More,” he repeats softly.
i’m really happy with this part in theoryi just don’t know if i’m getting the tone across right? it’s so cute but i’m a movie maker at heart, so i can see & hear it but i’m always too verbose when it comes to putting words to paper.
I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end, but on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again. (human calthazar au)
Reblogging again because post-Destiel Calthazar AUs for the win.
- complimenting Cass’ foresight on living in motels because you can leave quickly anytime
- and also offering to help him find a secure apartment when he’s ready
- cooking for Cass/pre-cutting food and ingredients so Cass doesn’t have to handle knives so much
- covering for Cass at other people’s homes when questions get too personal/judgemental or when there are certain rooms he can’t go into
- asking what Cass likes in bed and laughing with him when Cass says he has no fucking clue, he just knows what he absolutely cannot stand anymore
- not threatening grievous bodily harm against Dean “if he ever comes around” cause Cass is DONE with that hypermasculine horseshit
- post-nightmare/flashback soothing and cuddles as necessary
- one million rewatches of Cosmos for distraction
- “Are you all right?”
Lord Almightly how I could go on.Basically just consider Balthazar being the anti-Dean because that’s what he WAS in canon it just WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD THING L M F A O