some cut frames from my current animatic in progress, something something falling in love with Dean is tearing down castiels entire existence as an immortal being and loving him is what rebuilds him

Somewhere in the 4th season.

Every time.

(The SPN version of this meme has probably been done many times already, but I wanted to draw my version 😇)

Oh and here is the template. Spn fandom, knock yourself out 💙

sparking you guys imagination (Castiel's version)

listening to sad folk music and thinking about cowboy deancas

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The holy and unholy are in love

"You reek." Sulfur, rancid leather, the whisper of a long lost soul - all of it stings his nose, rougher and deeper the closer he strolls into Castiel's lair. Dean grins, pearly canines contrasting the blackness in his eyes. "Yeah, I stink real bad, don't I?" Black smoke swirls around them as he presses in close, wrapping one arm around Castiel's waist. "But you don't hate it, though. Do you, Cas?" Castiel's grace flickers blue with fury, gripping the flesh of Dean's arm, and then his wrist when Dean reaches to touch his cheek. The demon feigns a rejected pout, strawberry pink and plump, and it demands all of Castiel's willpower to keep his glare leveled. No words escape him. Not even when Dean leans close, ghosting his breath over Castiel's bare teeth. "Tell me, Cas," Dean murmurs, coaxing out a growl from the angel's throat. Castiel shuts his eyes, unable to stop himself from scenting it --- "Tell me how much you really love it." --- the whisper of a long-lost soul: so beautifully enriched with fresh forests and breezy winds from the sea. Pain and torment from a life of grief. Love and righteous divinity. -------------------------- PB Throwback? You mean an excuse to give them floofy hair? Taken.

Fanart Advent Calendar: Day 6!

For Good Intentions, by tiamatv. A fic in which Castiel is an angel and Dean a half-demon both attending the same magic school. Very inventive, fun and sweet!

This piece is part of a personal challenge: an advent calendar that will feature one fanart a day for some of my favorite fics, from the 1st of December to the 24th. Enjoy!

Maybe I should really start on the Destiel fics, but then again I've only watched the first five seasons so. [Also, how do you post original work without lighting ruining the pic? Cuz I have no idea?]

“No,” Castiel disagreed coming around the table leashing his hand around Dean’s wrist and practically dragging him to Dean’s bedroom. He shut the door and turned to face a stunned-into-silence-Dean. “No, Dean,” he moved into his personal space and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You…” he kissed the cut on Dean’s lip and a flutter of grace warmed Dean’s lip, healing the injury.

Dean swallowed at the innocent kiss and heal, eyes remained on his best friend.

“..did not deserve it,” the Angel kissed the cut next to Dean’s left eyebrow, warmth flooding and soothing the now once split skin. “You did what you…,” Castiel proceeded to kiss Dean’s left bruised cheek applying soothing warmth into his Hunter’s skin and muscle healing the injury he made on contact, all the while continuing to unbutton Dean’s shirt. “…thought was right at the time, Dean,” he removed the ice pack from Dean’s hand, threw it behind him blindly, and placed another healing kiss on the bruise at the left corner of his lip.

Dean nearly came out of his daze until he felt Castiel’s barely-there-kiss upon his lips and the warmth lingered, tingling on his skin, as emotions overwhelmed the righteous man.

“You acted with the knowledge available,” he kissed the bruised jaw, washing away with healing grace from his warm lips. The Angel pushed the open shirt off his shoulders and pulled Dean’s undershirt above his head.

The hunter easily allowed the removal, remaining in silence, heart racing and hoping for another kiss, healing or not.

Castiel’s piercing blue eyes skimmed Dean’s bare, bruised chest. His brow furrowed at the damage he caused. “Dean,” he whispered, leaned forwar, and placed another healing kiss on this beautiful soul’s collarbone, lingering a moment longer than before. He looked up through his own dark eyelashes at Dean’s brilliant, green eyes brimming with tears that watched his every movement. “Being wrong does not mean punishment, Beloved,” Castiel placed another warm and healing kiss next to his right nipple, lingering again. His grace lingered a moment more as well before he moved to lay a kiss upon a dark, large bruise on his right lower abdomen.

He straightened back out facing the man before him and continued, “It means, my love, learning to do better next time.” He took Dean’s jaw in both his hands, closed his eyes, and placed a gentle kiss upon Dean’s lips.

Dean forgot how to breathe. He felt sweat forming on his scalp, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood roared on his ears, and Castiel’s lips against his. Tears flowed without permission down his cheeks. His body finally at his command: he grabbed the Angel’s shoulders and brought him closer, touched chest to knees, and he tilted his head changing the chaste kiss into a heartfelt one.

[I blame @tedrakitty for the inspiration and their inspirational muse catnip. It works too well. You know I really love you.]

Watching Cas be all "You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell, I can throw you back in" when you know what an adorable baby in a trenchcoat he actually is, is hilarious.

Perfect Angel!

Tit for tat.

Rising for rising.

Who needs an umbrella when you have an angel of the lord?

Happy birthday Dean! 💚💙

Pet peeve but i really dislike fics that give Castiel’s wings a very corporeal, bird-like quality (with feathers, grooming, oil glands, etc).

Like, I’m all for making Cas weirder, but giving him animalistic features makes him weird in the wrong direction. It makes him more human in a sense, more of-this-world, which he’s very much not.

I want Cas to be so radioactive he sets off Geiger counters! I want his prolonged touch to melt and warp things, to turn wood to diamond! I want him to project a shadow of iridescent flares! I want compass needles driven crazy around him because he distorts the magnetic field!

Sure, wings are sexy and all but angels in the SPN-verse are more akin to celestial objects than to fucking birds. Don’t force the metaphor