Tag: destiel

theriverscribe:

talkingtomyselfagain:

logicalize:

logicalize:

castihalo:

“What the fuck Sammy, what are you— SAMMY GIVE IT BACK TO ME RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR-“

“What’s the matter, Dean? Don’t you have Your Guardian Angel to keep your things safe for you?”

I’m not apart of this fandom, but just being on tumblr makes me think all of the main character are gay.

IM IN THIS FANDOM NOW, AND ALLL THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE GAY

Smacks @theriverscribe repeatedly until she comes and looks at what I found. 

LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!! 

@scrollingkingfisher @nathyfaith

*Smacks @talkingtomyselfagain back harder*

Quit that!! Not in front of new fandom members!!

WELCOME TO HELL @logicalize! 💙💜

*squee* yay all the Sam and Cas friend fluffs!!

thefriendlypigeon:

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

Continue reading on AO3

Valentine’s Day Fic: The Process

soupernabturel:

Happy Valentine’s day! Posting a new fic that may become a verse (if there’s interest) to celebrate! Police!Officer Cas is being filmed at work (A-la: Jail Las Vegas) for a reality TV show. Meanwhile Dean is a Prostitute, not only familiar with the Strip’s booking process, but with a certain blue-eyed officer.

[AO3]

After arrest and before trial comes jail

All suspects are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law

___________

“Working in booking, you can be going ‘long, having a nice smooth night, nobody giving you any problems, then suddenly, things just jump off and you have to jump off—ah, shit.”

“it’s okay,” Hannah says, though Alfie’s sure he’s not the only one who can hear the sigh in their voice. He takes the moment of reprieve where Hannah stands and heads towards Officer Donahue, talking in their calming, almost-right-near-the-edge Producer tone.

“It’s okay,” they repeat, motioning behind for a bottle of water. “You’re doing well. Just, try not to sound so scripted, we just want your natural thoughts, your gut responses.”

Donahue takes the bottle the PA—Andy offers him, skulls it like man in a desert. He wipes an arm across his mouth after, gasps. “Yeah, yeah okay.”

He looks wound up enough, here, on their…tenth, Alfie has to think for a moment—take, that’s he’s going to collapse back onto the eggshell white, jailhouse wall behind him and cry. Alife takes the second of reprieve to drop the crew camera off his shoulder, god they couldn’t bring a stand in this narrow of a hallway, risk obstructing in case of emergencies, but still his shoulder aches.

Alfie just isn’t equipped enough to deal with a crying officer of the law.

“It’s okay.” Donahue tries as Hannah hovers over him. “Nervous,’ he says. “Just nervous. Never been on TV before.”

“Never gonna be if you keep fucking up,” Alfie hears Andy mutter. He has to adjust his hold on his gear, palms getting sweaty as it takes everything in him not to laugh.

Hannah shoots them a deadpanned, but chaotic in the eyes stare. “It’s fine.” They says, but make up the wrapping up motion. Andy steps back and Alfie rights himself, hoisting the camera up, up, it clunks into position and, Alfie swears, he’s going to walk lopsided for weeks after this gig. Maybe permanently damaged.

It’s his first shot at filming TV, reality TV sure, he hadn’t expected the hours, but this is his shot. Jail Las Vegas reaches millions of TV’s and screens across the nation and Alfie’s camera is going to be showed right there in the credits.

He can’t fuck this up.

Officer Donahue doesn’t give a damn about Alfie’s career and life ambitions, but at least he doesn’t look like he’s gonna throw up.

Hannah moves out of the shot and motions Alfie forward to film. “Okay,” they say, just…take us through it again, just tell us, what your working role here is like? Do you find it, unpredictable?”

Officer Donahue takes a deep, shaky breath, stares barrel straight at Hannah before they gesture for him to look back into the camera. “Oh, alrighty, okay, working in the Clark County Detention Centre’s like—”

Alfie uses his whole upper body to center Donahue’s in frame.

“Working booking, it’s unpredictable. You can be going about your shift, having a nice smooth night—”

___________ 

Keep reading

Read, and then leave a message for @soupernabturel that we want to know what happens next!!

13.12 coda

ozonecologne:

Continuing my catch-up coda spam, here’s the next one! Written without any knowledge of 13.13.

PSA: quite a few of my taglist subscribers suddenly aren’t able to be tagged anymore. If you’d like to be added to or removed from the taglist, or your url has changed, please send me a note so I can update! Thank you!

It was kind of nice.

Not mind control. Mind control is never nice. Having his feelings messed with always leaves a roiling pit like Charybdis in the bottom of Dean’s stomach, a sort of disgust that won’t ever manifest as anything other than shame.

But it was kind of nice to just enjoy being in love for a minute.

Keep reading

pantheonofdiscord:

image

For Lack of a Better
Word

Part 5/24:
Kenopsia
noun
1. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet


It used to be that Castiel loved the bunker at night.
Before, when he was still an angel (and on the rare occasions he spent the
night), he would wander the quiet halls or sit up in the library. The steady
ticking of the clock in the war room and the hum of the refrigerator were
welcome and comforting sounds, reminders of the precious souls that worked and breathed
and lived within the bunker’s walls. And in some small way, it was as though
Castiel was keeping watch, standing guard over his human charges. His family.
He would walk past their bedroom doors and hear soft sounds and gentle snores
and he would know that all was well.

Since he fell, nights in the bunker have stopped being a comfort;
for reasons Castiel can’t identify, the building unnerves him. When it’s late,
the only place he can find any kind of solace is his own bedroom. It’s
isolating, yes, lonesome even. But the walls don’t feel so close and the air
doesn’t seem so… dead.

Castiel likes the car though. He always has, despite his grumblings
about wings and cramped spaces and the dullness of driving. But the Impala is
different, somehow separate from all of that. She’s a part of the family, as
much as anyone. She’s a wife and a mother and a protector; she’s safety and
she’s home.

And now, traveling down the 160 with the radio playing
softly and Sam and Dean bickering in the front seat, Castiel feels more calm
and at peace than he has in weeks.

“Hey, Cas.”

Castiel blinks and looks forward. Dean’s turned around in
the front seat, looking at him expectantly. It’s with some surprise that
Castiel notes they’re parked; he’s apparently been staring off into space.

“Chow time, you comin’ in?” Dean says, then starts climbing
out of the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, right,” Castiel says, peering through the windshield
at the dingy-looking Burger King. Its harsh, glowing sign lights up the empty parking
lot, and when Castiel steps out of the car after Dean, he notes that the road
behind them is completely deserted too. It must be very late. “Where are we?”

“Kayenta. Still a couple hours out,” Dean says over his
shoulder.

Keep reading

casthewise:

Cas being relegated to questioning the victim’s six year-old daughter because Dean and Sam don’t want him freaking out her widowed mother. 

Dean walking into Danielle’s room forty-five minutes later to find both her and Cas deep in conversation while working on some crayon drawings. He’s decked out in a sparkly tiara and drawing a gorgeously detailed unicorn while she works on what appears to be a T-Rex. They’re idly chatting about dinosaurs, and it takes a second for Dean to figure out that Castiel is talking about how lovely the diplodocus’s singing voice was. 

“But how do you know?” Dani says. 

“Because I was there,” Cas answers. 

She considers this for a moment before nodding like she knows he’s old, so it makes sense. "So… What was the dipo-diplo–“ 

“Diplodocus.“ 

“Yeah, what was their fav’rit song?" 

"Hmm.” Cas purses his lips. “It’s difficult because there were so many, and everybody had a favourite, but I would have to say… most likely: The Very Gentle Giant. That was very popular in the late Jurassic." 

"Woah." 

"Indeed. I’d sing it for you, but human vocal chords would butcher it." 

Dean, leaning against the doorjamb, takes the lull in conversation to clear his throat. It’s a losing battle to stop himself from smiling. "You ready to go, Agent?" 

Castiel looks up and grins back. "Of course.” He gets up and very carefully removes his tiara, stooping to put in on the low table and sign his drawing. “Well, Dani, it was a pleasure to–oof!”

Dani’s little arms attempt to wrap around Castiel’s legs. 

“Thanks for teaching me ‘bout the dinosaurs!” 

“Any time,” Cas says. “And don’t forget to call me if you remember anything, alright? Or if you get scared.”

“’Kay.”

On the way out of the house, Dean grabs Cas’s hand, tugging him back while Sam gets into the car. He plays with Castiel’s palm as the recently-turned-human frowns. “Dean?”

“Yeah,” Dean replies. He threads their fingers together and squeezes, leaning in to peck him quickly on the mouth. They normally never touch like this while on interviews, so Cas blushes profusely at the contact. 

“What was that for?” he mumbles, dazed as the pads of his fingers move up to graze his own lips. His smile is so goofy, Dean can’t help grinning back.

“Nothing,” he shrugs. Now his cheeks flush. “You just, ah, you just looked real good in there, that’s all. Great job with the kid.”

“Oh, um, thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

They hold hands all the way to the car.

Lost and Found – a_dusky_gold – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Charlie Bradbury, Chuck Shurley, John Winchester, Naomi (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Krissy Chambers, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, Rufus Turner
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Sam, Beta Jo Harvelle, Businessman Castiel, CEO Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Alternate Universe – Werecreatures, Omega Krissy, harlequin romance, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Kid Fic, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, dadstiel, dad!Cas, Dad!Dean, Triggers, Miscarriage, Stillbirth, Possible Post Partum Depression, Nudity isn’t a big deal, Imprinting (but NOT Twilight style), Internalized Misogyny, Wacky Were Culture/Science, Platonic Cuddling, chosen family, Family Feels, Domestic Fluff, Adoption, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Heat Sex, slight dubcon, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Anal Sex, Rimming, shifting, Shifters, cheesy as hell, Basically all the tropes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst
Summary:

Omega were Dean Winchester gave birth to a stillborn – his pup died in his belly in the accident barely three weeks before she was due to arrive. He spends the next seven years mourning Emma Mary, unaware that a new life is right around the corner.

Were alpha Castiel Shurley never expected to receive two gifts back to back – his late mother’s business empire as well as an abandoned pup who has no were to offer her a comforting touch. The only thing he knows about her is the name her omega dad’s left with the foster home where he finds her – Emma Mary.

Fate has a funny way of giving you what you want, even if you don’t realize it at first.

A Harlequin-esque romance with an ABO were twist.

Lost and Found – a_dusky_gold – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

“Not a Sofa”

torenhoog-mijlenbreed:

A story inspired by these stickers made by @dorkilysoulless (get ‘m here):

image

This story is for @dorkilysoulless and @elizabethrobertajones. Without you guys this would not have sprung into existence. 

[~1,6k | read on AO3]

“What the hell?” Who put a sticker on the milk carton? Dean just wants to make pancakes, a mindless activity that will let him wake up gently, accompanied by the peaceful gurgling and vitalizing aroma of coffee being freshly brewed. Not having to decipher some shitty mystery at fuck o’early in the morning. In his own kitchen. After pouring the correct measure of milk into the batter bowl, Dean puts the carton back in the fridge with the sticker out of sight.

Dean finds a second sticker on the bottle of beer he just took from the six-pack he bought this morning. “Cas, let me check yours.” Without waiting for permission, Dean grabs the bottle from Cas’s hands. No sticker.
“Why?” Cas snatches his bottle back and takes a swig. He squints at the sticker Dean shows him. “Why is there a tulpa symbol hovering over that sofa?”
“Beats me.” Dean pushes back his chair. “Wait here.” In the kitchen, Dean takes the milk carton out of the fridge. Yep, same sticker. It shows a picture of a red sofa crosshatched with dark lines, the symbol for creating a tulpa drawn over it in yellow. He puts the milk carton back in the fridge and returns to the library.
Cas is glaring at the sticker as if he’s about to smite the thing off the beer bottle. “This sofa looks a bit like one of your shirts.”
Dean flops down in the chair next to Cas. “I take it you didn’t put it there.”
Cas directs his smitey glare at Dean in response. Sam enters the library and for once Dean is thankful for Sam being the designated interruptor of whatever he and Cas are doing.
“Guys, look what I found stuck to my shampoo bottle.” Sam sounds annoyed.
“How dare someone touch your precious shampoo,” Dean says. “Let me guess, a sofa tulpa sticker.”
“Yeah, how did you-“
Dean raises his beer bottle. “Guess you didn’t stick ‘m either.”

Keep reading

archangelgabriellives:

maximumsuckage:

archangelgabriellives:

prompt –  you should do something based around coffee and knitting 😜

for @maximumsuckage I hope you like it!

A/N I know nothing about knitting! i looked some things up, I don’t know if its correct. I’m sorry in advance. xp

~


Today was a perfect day for coffee. Coffee and doing absolutely nothing, Sam decided. Dean was helping on a hunt with the Banes twins, just a simple salt and burn, but they need a little more muscle and Dean needed to get out of the Bunker for a bit.

Sam sat in the kitchen for a minute, enjoying the quiet and the bitter bite of his coffee before he got up and made a cup for the almost angels in the other room. Well, coffee for Castiel and a hot chocolate for Gabriel.

The Fall had not been easy for either of the angels; Gabriel was less affected than the lower angels, being an archangel after all, and he used what little remained of his Grace to keep Castiel connected to Heaven as best he could. At the moment, the most either one of them could do is materialize something about as big as a car, they can’t even fly right now.

As Sam carried the two mugs for the angels, Gabriel had snapped up personalized ones when they decided to stay at the Bunker, and a fresh cup for himself into the sitting room, the sounds of rhythmic clicking followed by an exasperated groan.

“Ugh! I can’t do this, Cassie!” Gabriel whined as he tossed the knitting needles onto the coffee table. “Can’t I just snap this stuff together?”

“That is wasteful of our already depleted Grace,” Castiel replied, only looking up from his own work to take the warm cup of coffee that Sam offered to him. “Thank you, Sam. We do not know when or if our powers will return, Gabriel. We must conserve what we have.”

“What are you trying to teach him?” Sam asked, sipping his coffee as he sat across the room in a comfy armchair.

“He is attempting a simple scarf using a basic knit stitch. I even did the cast on for him.”

“But I can’t get the needles to work in my stupid hands,” Gabriel moped while he sipped his hot  chocolate, eyeing his reflection in the mug.

“You fidget too much, Gabriel.” Castiel placed his cup on the side table and continued his project.

“Shut up, Cas.” Gabriel mumbled.

Sam chuckled into his drink, thinking to himself how much these two angelinc brothers remind him of Dean and himself. They sat quietly for a few moments, Sam and Gabriel drinking quietly while Gabriel watched the way Cas deftly maneuvered his knitting needles. As Sam placed his now empty mug on the coffee table, he ran his fingers over the warm yarn that Gabriel had discarded earlier.

“I love this color, Gabriel.” he said.

The archangel shifted in his seat slightly. “Uhm, I know, Samsquach. I borrowed your favorite flannel so I could find the right shade.”

Casiels clicking had quieted mid stitch,  as he looked up through his lashes at Gabriel.

“Is…is this for me?” Sam asked as his eyes bounced between them, a smile starting to grow on his lips. “Are you making something for me?”

Gabriels eye roll was mostly to hide his embarrassment, and the quiet chuckle Castiel gave while returning to his work wasn’t helping him at all.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I mean, yeah, I guess. If you like it, that is.” Gabriel was definitely not going to look Sam in the eyes right now. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it.”

Sam got up from where he was sitting, Gabriels abandoned scarf in his hands still, and sat next to the flustered archangel. Carefully, Sam took Gabriels half full mug and replaced it with the yarn and needles.

“I would love to wear it. But you have to finish it first. Winter is coming you know,” he said with flourish and a dramatic eyebrow raise, earning a giggle out of Gabriel.

“Excuse me.” Castiel interrupted, “I am not caught up on Game of Thrones yet. Please do not mention any spoilers.”

“Cas, you watch Game of Thrones?” Sam asked, a little taken aback.

“You know what a spoiler is?” Gabriel added.

“Yes,” It was Castiels turn to roll his eyes in annoyance. “Dean and I enjoy watching that program together, and we have not had the time to catch up, as it were.” Castiel would have used air quotes, but his hands were occupied with his knitting. Sam could practically see them.

Castiel didn’t see the look that passed between Sam and Gabriel, questioning then morphing into realization. He was focused on his work.

He wanted to finish his gift for Dean before he returned.

This is pure art 😍😍 Absolutely A++++ I love itttt and everyone should read it

I’m so glad you approve! That makes me so happy!

Squee!! All the cutenesses!!!