From left to right; Mary, Castiel, Dean, Gabriel, Sam, Morpheus, Raphael
ME TO @talkingtomyselfagain: CC, WAKE THE FUCK UP AND LOOK AT THIS!!! Get out of your blanket burrito and LOOK!!! IS DONE!! IS FLOOF!! IS WONDERFUL!!! 💙😍🌈💙
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Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Mentions of God, Michael, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester :: Warnings: Tiny bit of angst :: Word Count: 767
Written for @sdavid09‘s Daily Writing Challenge – Prompt #27: Perspective is everything. Write a story about your character, but through the eyes and perspective of someone else.
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When Cas was young, he wanted to be an archangel.
Once he learned that wasn’t possible, Cas decided to emulate his favorite big brother – Gabriel.
Gabriel was easy-going, caring and always the best at easing a tense situation. If he hadn’t been the one to instigate it, of course.
But his brother was the most fair angel Castiel knew.
From helping the fledglings like himself to walking for hours with Gadreel and pointing out all the different flowers and plants as Joshua overlooks to being a giant jungle gym for his younger siblings to crawl on. He was caring and very nearly always smiling. A golden beacon of joy.
Until one day, his smile was tight. His wings weren’t spread as wide to wrap around all of them as they clamored over to him. Even his golden light seemed a little dimmer as he watched him come from where the archangels mostly kept to. Cas had approached him, worry creasing his little brow as he crept closer to his giant of a brother.
“Gabriel? Are you well?” He startles minutely, glancing down at the little angel.
“Humm? Oh, yes, Castiel.”
“You don’t seem well.” Castiel is unconvinced and Gabriel plonks down, his hands and wings ensconcing Castiel into his arms.
“Lucifer and Michael argue lots now. Don’t worry, little dove, it’s usually about stupid, simple things.”
“You don’t argue. Why must they?”
“Everyone argues sometime. They are just very different.”
“We’re different.”
“No, Castiel. You and I aren’t that different at all.” Castiel looks up at Gabriel, confused but with happiness blooming deep in his chest at Gabriel’s confession.
“Really?”
“Really, little dove. We both like watching the bees dance in the flowers, making shapes out of the clouds, we both love our brothers very much and like to watch the goings on of Earth. Life down there is fascinating, and I can’t wait to take you down there, Castiel. To see all the animals and things growing down there. And the things evolving down there! Even more fun to watch than bees!”
“More fun than bees?!” Castiel turns in his arms, standing on Gabriel’s thighs with a wide smile.
“Lots more!”
“And we’ll see Earth together, Gabriel?”
“Oh yeah! Me and you will be together for a long time, little dove.”
“And we won’t argue like Lucifer and Michael, will we?”
“No.” Tilting Castiel’s dropped chin, Gabriel’s smile has a sad tinge now. “We could never argue like them. You’re special, Castiel.”
“I am?”
“Uh-huh. You’re my little dove. The most special angel created.” Gabriel’s praise lights up his eyes and makes them water a little like he was trying to tell Castiel something that he just couldn’t quite grasp.
With every passing day, Gabriel seemed to grow tenser. As did his smile until it nearly disappeared completely. Their Father sent him to deliver a message a few months after that, Castiel pulling on his arm to ask him about Earth and human upon his arrival, only for Gabriel to bestow a tired smile and one word before disappearing into the archangel’s haven, “Later.” Castiel had nodded solemnly at his favorite brother’s back, finally noticing how his shoulders slumped slightly before he disappeared from sight.
And unknown to Castiel, it would be the last time he saw his brother until millennia later, finally seeing him face to face while he was surrounded by a ring of holy fire. It was familiar and yet all too unfamiliar. Gabriel’s vessel’s face held a serious undertone as Dean and Sam spoke to him, the belittlement of his search for their Father still stung. And walking out on his brother, watching the water stream down his face as Dean washed away the holy fire, one was of the little heartbreaks that Castiel had come to know.
And, on that late April evening in 2010, Castiel heard from his brother for the last time.
Cassie, keep these damn Winchesters in line. Don’t underestimate Lucifer and the lengths that dick will go to. Goodbye, little dove.
So, when Castiel steps into the holding cell in which Gabriel had spent far too much time, his big brother’s lips sewn shut, Castiel nearly wept.
Together again, little dove.
Wrapping his arms firmly around his brother’s smaller vessel, he squeezes as tight as he dares.
It’s about time, Gabriel.
“I’m going to take you home, brother. Where you can heal.” Wrapping his own haggard wings around Gabriel, Castiel walks him confidently from his prison and out and thinks to himself of the role reversal. Gabriel needed him now.
Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen Characters:
Sam, Dean, Mary, Castiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Morpheus, Sariel, Nuriel, Zadkiel Ships: Destiel is unfurling her sails (slowest. burn. ever.) Word Count: 71,619 Status: UNFINISHED, 9/? chapters
Summary:
The time has come for Sam to learn how to control his grace. But he’s already gone through training as a child once, and he hated it. Now, Sam will test his own limits–and the limits of everyone around him.
Warnings (CH 9 SPECIFIC) Anxiety attacks, mentions past child abuse, very vague mention of spanking (none occurs!), INTENSE EMOTIONAL ANGST!!
pairing: castiel/sam winchester (could [?] be considered gen) word count: 4.5k tags: hurt/comfort, protective castiel, cage trauma, post-lucifer’s-possession-of-castiel’s-vessel trauma, nightmares, minor self-harm, anxiety and dissociation, bed sharing
this is largely @gaywitchtwins and @eruthiawenluin‘s fault, bc we were talking about why cas doesn’t canonically share a room with sam anymore after early s11 spoiler alert: it’s bc of lucifer. and that lead to me hc that sam has anxiety attacks and dissociative episodes painfully similar to the hallucifer stuff in s7 too. i love you but fuck you very much, nate and eru. and if it’s not noticeable, i really love castiel calling sam by his full name and vice versa.
Sam:I thought you got a room with two beds and a couch.
Sam sighs as he sends the message to Dean. It’s stupid. He shouldn’t be nervous or upset or scared or anything like that. Castiel says something and Sam looks up, trying to act normal, even though he lost the ability to feel like that a long time ago. Cas is sitting across from him at the table, helping him research for the case. “Sorry, what?”
“Is something wrong, Sam?”
Cas looks genuinely concerned even though Sam only sighed once, and Sam feels oddly guilty because it just reminds him how damn stupid it is. Sam shakes his head slightly and shrugs. “No. It’s fine. Just… It’s nothing.” Cas gives him a confused nod but doesn’t push, which Sam appreciates while a part of him does wish he would ask again.
Dean:nope, one bed. one couch. it’s the best thing the mtoel had available and I didnt wanna have to find another place. Dean: **motel Dean:figured you can share a bed w Cas. i’ll take the couch.
And there. That’s exactly what Sam was stupidly afraid Dean would say.
Sam:Why am I sharing with Cas?? Dean:idk, because you’ve shared w him before. hell, you’ve even shared at the bunker. thought you wouldn’t mind. Sam:oh. Dean:DO you mind ???
Sam types out an answer but hits the backspace until his reply is gone because it’s a little too on the defensive side and puts his phone down, needing to take a moment before he tries again. He notices Cas glancing down at the books on the table instead of meeting his eyes and Sam fights the urge to sigh, looking back at the news article on his laptop instead.
It’s not that he minds it. Or he doesn’t mind Castiel anyway. Dean’s right. They have shared before, and maybe Sam didn’t mind it at all then. Maybe it was comforting for both of them. But they also haven’t slept in the same bed since Cas said yes to—
Sam:No, it’s okay. I was just wondering. Also it’s only a full sized bed and I’m bigger than you.
There. That’s pretty neutral and makes him seem okay, right? God, if only he was okay.
Sam watched his brother collapse at the floor after the younger hunter blasted Lucifer away, watched Dean’s eyes grow distant in grief for his best friend, who he thought was lost to him. Sam felt his heart break for the man in front of him. Castiel was his friend, sure, but to Dean he had always been something more, whether the other man wanted to admit that or not. He stood up from where he’d been thrown, looked around the room. Well, nothing was impossible in this shit-show that was the Winchester’s life, right? There was only one being, besides God himself, that Sam could think of might be able and willing to help them save Cas. He was most likely dead, but Sam had to hope against hope that life would give them a break just this once. So, taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes in silent prayer:
“Gabriel? I’m not sure you can hear me. Hell, I’m not even sure you’re alive. But we need your help if you are. Well, Cas needs your help, actually. I’ve told you about the whole Amara-deal already, so I’ll skip that, but Cas he… he got it into his head that Lucifer could beat her. I don’t know exactly what happened but somehow… Lucifer possessed Cas. Gabriel, Lucifer is in Cas’ body. Cas is still in there and he fought his way to the front to stop Lucifer from killing me, so I’m assuming he’s conscious. But we need to get the devil out of there and… well you’re the only one I could think of that cared enough about him and had the ability to help. Please Gabriel. If you’re out there, please help!”
Releasing his breath, Sam imagined his soul reaching out to Gabriel’s grace, pleading him to help them. Maybe he wanted to stay out of more of the Winchester’s messes, but this was his little brother, surely he’d come out of hiding to help him, to save him?
He waits for almost a full minute and is just about to sigh in defeat at yet another prayer gone unanswered, when 180 pounds of pissed off archangel lands behind him with a swish of wings.
Once Upon A Time on Valentine’s Day || noxsoulmate
Castiel and Dean have been dating for eight weeks on the dot. Their first Valentine’s Day together almost turns bad when Cas spies Dean in the flower shop, buying flowers that are clearly meant for someone else. The real secret behind the flowers, however, leads Cas to a place he certainly never thought he would be on Valentine’s Day.
Artwork I did for my good old talented friend @noxsoulmate‘s beautiful fanfic which y’all should go reading nOW
Summary: It’s been three days since Dean and Castiel had left for the nightmare apocalypse world. Three days of research Sam had no way of sharing across dimensions. Three days of existing off black coffee and dry cereal. Three days of clutching a phone that never rang. Sam didn’t like waiting alone—he wasn’t used to it. But you’re not alone, his mind whispered. Word Count: 8,657 Characters: Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, Dean Pairings: Hints of Sabriel and Destiel (can be read as not) Warnings: Past Torture, Anxiety Attacks ***SPOILERS FOR 13×13***
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 