Hidey Spots: Mushroom / Umbrella. He likes all the water and the mushroom, but you can still see him too much here, so he is shy. (We’re trying to find Octo!Cas a new hidey item since he lost his Easter egg. This item was suggested by @karategirl80 ♥)
Hidey Spots: Prettier Egg. Eggs are perfect for hiding and peeking out, but sooner or later it’ll go bad like the old one did. He’s happy for now though! (We’re trying to find Octo!Cas a new hidey item since he lost his Easter egg. This item was suggested by @unforth-ninawaters ♥)
Dean scoots his chair closer to my bedside, and he has that anxious look like I’m hurt. I guess I am. Still not in any pain, though.
“You were in an accident,” he says finally, eyes flicking to my forehead and back to my face. He forces a smile, but I can tell it’s serious.
“H-how long was I out?” I ask, coughing again slightly. “Water?”
“Right! Here, here you go.” Dean has a cup of water already on a tray nearby. There’s a few empty ones on the counter next to that. And that’s when I start to get uneasy.
“Dean,” I press him, sipping at the water. “How long?”
A shadow practically falls over his face.
“They said you were awake when they brought you in, but by the time I got here you were unconscious. It’s been three weeks.”
“Three — that’s impossible!” I sputter and nearly drop the water. “That long, I wouldn’t wake back up.”
“Yeah,” Dean says, his voice cracking. “You wouldn’t.”
This is cover art for a one-shot fanfic of mine, No Time At All. Here’s the summary and more info:
Sam is in a coma. An experimental drug lets him wake up for a few hours at a time, though, and be able to visit with his brother. Dean is helpless to change Sam’s situation, so Sam decides to try to change Dean’s.
G-rated, 3616 words, Implied Major Character Death, No-supernatural AU, Nurse Castiel, Background Destiel, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Brother Feels, Time Skips, Sam POV, Hopeful Bittersweet Ending
Chibi Mer!Sam is about the size of a goldfish. Okay, maybe a little bigger.
Sooooo he’s Ponyo
I was more inspired by memories of having to scoop goldfish into bags for people while I worked at Wal-Mart, but “Sam Winchester, Goldfish Princess” does sound adorable!
Poor mer!Sam!!! Someone come save him!!! (Octo!Cas to the rescue???)
The wing tentacles have a mind of their own…or Cas pretends they do. This is a commission for the awesome @omgbubblesomg – thank you, what a fun one! ❤
I did a callout for prompts and one of them reminded me of this beaut of a pic.
@sans–seraph I found this in my drafts, sorry for the wait. @threshie I’m sorry I made your artwork so handsy (I’m not).
Drunk drabbles 3.0
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“I told you, I don’t have total control over them.”
Dean dug one of the thinner tentacles out from beneath his shirt, where it was teasing around a nipple. “Are you even trying to stop them?” With his hands occupied a second tentacle took the opportunity to wrap around his bicep and sucker gently to the skin. “Cas!”
Cas extricated the tentacles winding through Dean’s hair, but conveniently ignored the others. “They just want to be near you. I can’t keep them dormant all the time.”
“I’m trying to work!”
“Just ignore them?”
“You try ignoring this!” Dean shoved one of the thicker tentacles with his foot. It curled in on itself as though it had been caught stealing cookies, instead of sneaking under Dean’s chair towards the opening of his trouser legs. “I know what you’re up to,” he warned it. “And I’ve got my eyes on you.” It slunk away like a kicked puppy.
“Well there’s no need to be rude.” Cas plonked a cup of coffee at his elbow and reached down to cradle the guilty tentacle. It curled up under his shoulders with the rest of his wings (or ‘interdimensional appendages’ or whatever Dean was supposed to call them).
Dean rolled his eyes but crooked a finger at the closest tentacle, petting it in apology. It knotted around his wrist and squeezed playfully.
Cas kissed the top of his head as the rest of the tentacles unwound themselves from their various Dean hiding spots.
“Don’t stay up too late,” Cas told him. “And no more coffee after this one.”
Dean tipped his chair back to get the next kiss on his lips. “One more hour,” he promised. “And then they get to play all they want.”
Awww, the wing tentacles really DO have a mind of their own, like Medusa’s snakes. This is adorable. I especially love that Dean pets one to apologize. Cuuuute. ♥
Sort of an art master post for my illustrations in my new fluffy little Destiel merfolk AU fic Seashell Hearts. ♥ It’s only 776 words. If you like fairytales and soft, soft fluff, please check it out!
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 
