Tag: sastiel

the-ross-winchester:

Yeah angel Cas doesn’t need to physically sleep but he loves to lay with Sam as he sleeps.
Sometimes Sam is the big spoon wrapping Castiel in his ridiculously long limbs. Sometimes Sam, despite his size, is the little spoon. He loves to feel the warmth and safety of his angel holding him. Cas doesn’t sleep but he lays with Sam every night and admires Sam’s sleeping form. His features so much softer and relaxed in sleep. At first it was slightly odd for the angel, just lying in bed for hours as Sam dozed. But it quickly became a beloved part of their routine. Cas loves the feeling of Sam’s slow heartbeat all through the night. They’re both at peace knowing that the angel is there to keep Sam safe if need be. Sam sleeps so much more peacefully now that Castiel is there by him. Sometimes Sam has nightmares but Castiel always soothes them away the moment he senses them.
Being in Sam’s bed, holding the large man in his arms, listening to his steady breaths and feeling his strong heartbeat, knowing that while he’s with Sam that he will let no harm come to the hunter, there is no place on earth nor in heaven that Castiel would rather be.

Sastiel 10th Anniversary

ladylilithprime:

Sastiel Creations Challenge | @ladylilithprime

↳ Sastiel 10th Anniversary: summer, birth, “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Summary: Internationally known fashion designer Castiel Adzinota is considered a bit of a recluse. Most people tend to speculate that the designer spends all his time locked away in his studio in a creative furor, only emerging when obligation demands that he make a personal appearance. Very few people would ever guess that he prefers to spend most of his time in a quiet but eccentric cafe under the care of the gentle giant with sunflower eyes who presided over the establishment.

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=After A Fashion=

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pantsoftheseater:

Sastiel Creations Challenge | threshie (pantsoftheseater, threshasketch) 
↳ Items: south, brain, “the door was locked”

Single dad Castiel’s car breaks down during a night time drive, stranding him and his baby son Jack in the middle of a storm. Writer Sam is researching for a horror novel when a stranger in a trench coat shows up on his doorstep…

Chapter fic (stay tuned for more chapters!), Sastiel, Fluff and Feels, Dad!Cas, Baby!Jack, Writer!Sam, Softness, Cuddling & Snuggling, Wet Clothes, Hot Tea, Gadreel and Gabriel are Sam’s Cute Dogs, Jimmy Novak is Castiel’s Twin, No-Supernatural AU, I Painted the Cover Art

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I haven’t read this yet and I am already squee-ing in excitement!!!!!!

Whumptober Day 30 – Caregiver

brokenfannibal:

@la-vie-en-whump (since this is the last fic I´ll write for whumptober I´ll say it here) This writing challenge was a lot of fun and if you do this again next year I´d love to participate again! Thank you for doing this! 😀

and as promised I´ll tag you @sastiel-daily !

(moodboard by @smolstiel still to come)

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Castiel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Human Castiel, Human Castiel in the Bunker, Hurt Castiel, Light Angst, more like worry, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Castiel Needs a Hug, Hugs, Kissing, Bathing, they’re just really soft okay

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The door to the bunker opened, Cas leaned back against it when it fell shut. He closed his eyes for a moment. His bag fell from his grip.

Dean and Sam stood at the foot of the stairs and looked at him, worried.

Cas pushed off the door and took a few shaky steps forward. He gripped the rail but stumbled on the first step. He fell forward.

Sam’s eyes widened and he ran up the stairs to catch him. Dean was close behind him.

He pulled Cas up but he was unconscious. Sam exchanged a worried look with Dean and together they carried him to a table in the library.

Dean went back up the stairs to get Cas’ bag.

Sam checked him over for injuries, found nothing but some bruises and scratches.

“He looks like shit. What do you think happened?” Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. “No idea.” He felt Cas’ pulse again. Then he shook his shoulder.

At that, he jolted upright. Cas sat there, his eyes wide as he looked from Dean to Sam and back. He breathed a sigh of relief and slumped a little.

Sam reached out to steady him and Cas leaned into the touch.

Dean frowned. “Cas what happened?”

A heavy sigh. “I fell from Heaven. My grace is gone.”

Worry passed over Sam’s face. He looked up at his brother and found the same expression there. “You can stay here.” Sam assured him.

Dean nodded.

“Thank you.” Cas looked up at them.

Sam asked: “D’you need anything?”

When Cas remained silent, Dean suggested: “How about something to eat?”

Cas stomach rumbled and he held a hand to it. “Yes.”

Dean tapped his fingers on the table. “Okay. I’ll go to the kitchen and make you something. Be back in a bit.” With that, he left.

Cas sighed deeply.

Sam started caressing his back. He watched Cas for a while, took in his appearance, the beard, the dark rings under his eyes.

Then Cas looked up at him. His eyes were so tired.

Sam pulled him in for a hug, wrapped both arms around him.

Cas jumped but relaxed just as quickly. He turned around a bit to reach for Sam, clenched his hands in the fabric of his shirt. His breath hitched a little when Sam’s hand slid up his neck, cradling his head against his chest. He closed his eyes and revelled in the gentle touch.

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