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DEAN WINCHESTER IN EVERY EPISODE: ▸S02E19 “FOLSOM PRISON BLUES”

castiel + funko pop!

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“Can you tilt your face to the right? Just a little bit.”

Dean had to be careful not to drop his pencil. His palms were sweaty, no matter how hard he tried to calm himself.

„Like this?“ Cas asked. He lay on Dean’s bed, only dressed in thin cotton trousers.

The dim light hit Castiel’s skin in just the right way. It accentuated his facial features and gave depth to his muscles that were visible, now that the angel had rid himself of his shirt.

Dean took a deep breath and let his hand guide the pencil across the paper, let the pencil glide over the already sketched out lines until he found a rhythm.

Cas had found his old sketch book as they packed. Dean had never shown his work to anyone. He wasn’t an artist or anything like that. Drawing was just another way to release stress. At least it used to be.

And never had he been asked to draw someone. The people he drew were usually strangers, or his family based on memory.

When Cas had turned the pages to a drawing of himself, trenchcoat and all, standing in a field of grass next to a windmill, he had paused as his lips parted. He had looked at Dean then, and his gaze was so gentle that Dean didn’t know what to do with himself.

„Would you draw me now?“ Cas had asked. His voice was soft, almost unsure if he was allowed to break their silence.

„Of course.“

So Dean had asked him to make himself comfortable on the bed as he himself sat down in the chair at the desk.

That wasn’t exactly what he had planned for the evening, but he couldn’t deny that it excited him. It was the first time that his model was right in front of him and unmoving.

Cas lay perfectly still, his eyes the only movement Dean noticed. Cas observed him from his spot on the mattress. They didn’t speak unless it was about a change in position. The sound of the pencil on paper filled the room and after a while, managed to calm Dean’s nerves.

He didn’t know how long it took until he was satisfied with his work, but based on the pain in his neck, it took a while.

Dean licked his lips.

„Done.“

Cas began to move again. He sat up in bed and made space as Dean went over to him.

He carefully took the drawing from Dean’s hands, and the gentle expression found its way back onto his face.

Cas‘ fingers lightly brushed over the lines as he looked at it.

„Thank you, Dean.“

Dean let out a nervous laugh.

„Nothing to thank me for.“ Dean’s voice was quiet. He looked at Cas, let his gaze wander over his face and down to his chest. It was a nice chest.

When he looked up again, Cas smiled at him. It reached his eyes and let them appear bluer.

„What?“

„Didn’t you just spend hours looking at me?“ Cas tilted his head, and Dean knew the question was in good humour.

„Do you want me to stop?“

„No.“

url graphic challenge for @casblackfeathers

A little ficlet for @sketchbookdean on his birthday, with a very loose interpretation of the prompt “hands” ♡

Dean picked up on it a while ago, how Cas only healed him through touch. Or maybe more importantly, how he didn’t with anyone else.

Dean thought to ask Cas about it the first time it happened—after he’d come to the initial realization—but the werewolf they’d been hunting had thrown him around a little too much, and he was so lightheaded and dizzy that when Cas rushed over and placed a comforting hand on his arm, he forgot to mention it.

The time after that was just a paper cut—truly the smallest injury he’s ever sustained—but Cas insisted on healing it and didn’t wait for Dean to respond as he gently grasped his ring finger. Sam had been sitting across the library from them, head buried in a book, but Dean thought it best to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want to embarrass Cas.

The third time—Dean can’t even remember how he’d been injured—but he remembers everything after. He remembers how Cas grabbed his face in his hands and asked him if he was alright. He remembers saying something about his head hurting, or maybe it was his back or his chest. Doesn’t matter. It had probably been a little bit of everything. He remembers looking into Cas’s eyes, and seeing a look of concern mixed with something else—something yet unspoken—that made Dean’s heart skip a beat. He remembers Cas continuing to cradle his face as Grace began to spread through his body. He remembers leaning into Cas’s touch, feeling the pressure of his palms and fingertips, rough yet warm against his cheeks. He remembers his heart beating so rapidly, he thought it might burst from his chest. And he remembers how after he’d been healed—when he felt Cas’s hands slowly slip away—he remembers being left with a feeling of profound emptiness, and a sudden, overwhelming urge to walk into oncoming traffic, just so Cas could heal him again.

Dean decided it wasn’t worth mentioning after that.

Lavender Fireflies

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8XxEJDp by casblackfeathers Lavender Fireflies Camp is possibly Castiel’s final chance to mend his troubled relationship with his daughter. After an ugly divorce and a nine-to-five job that only further distanced him from Claire, his sister — Anna — suggests spending two weeks camping with Claire. Castiel sees this as his opportunity to bring his daughter closer to him. He had not anticipated meeting a charming firefighter, Dean, on the first day and becoming instantly enchanted by him. Still, Castiel can’t help but feel disappointed when Dean seems to change his mind about them. Usually, the hippy, kumbaya shit that Sammy digs so much is a hard pass for Dean. But coming to Lavender Fireflies Camp wins big brownie points for allowing him to spend time with his brother and his daughter Emma. The last thing Dean expects to happen is to find sex on a stick and everything his dreams are made of in the guy with messy dark hair and blue-as-fuck eyes he meets there. Dean is immediately smitten. Too bad that being a jump-the-gun kinda guy, the first thing Dean assumes is that the redhead camping with Cas is his wife. Then he makes everything a fuckton more complicated for everyone, y’know, Winchester style. Words: 28573, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Claire Novak, Eileen Leahy, Charlie Bradbury, Anna Milton Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Summer Vacation, Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Single Parents, two-person love triangle, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Pining Dean Winchester, Pining Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Castiel Has a Crush on Dean Winchester, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sweet Dean Winchester, Sweet Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt/Comfort, Dean Winchester is the Parent of Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Castiel is Claire Novak's Parent, Blow Jobs, Kissing, Making Out, Bottom Dean Winchester, Topping from the Bottom read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8XxEJDp

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005), The Winchesters (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Castiel/Mick Davies, Cesar Cuevas/Jesse Cuevas Characters: Cassie Robinson, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Mick Davies, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Rowena MacLeod, Daniel Elkins, Rufus Turner, God | Chuck Shurley, Bela Talbot, Samuel Campbell, Cesar Cuevas, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Dr. Zimpano (the winchesters) Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, HIV/AIDS, HIV/AIDS Crisis, Alternate Universe - 1970s, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Vietnam War, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Period Typical Bigotry, Bad Parent John Winchester, Fluff, Angst, First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, alternative universe, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, More tags will be added as the story goes on., Minor Character Death, Jewish Dean Winchester, Jewish Castiel (Supernatural), Judaism, Jupernatural, Transphobia Summary:

Spring, 1979. Texas. Dean Winchester, ex-Vietnam war veteran and ranch hand at his uncle's ranch, The arrival of Doctor Castiel Novak, who assists Dean with the ranch work, may set Dean on a new path. The two develop a sexual and emotional relationship, and a whirlwind romance ensues.

Lavender Fireflies  |  Rating: Explicit  |  Word count: 28,573

Author: casblackfeathers | Artist: king-of-moose

Lavender Fireflies Camp is possibly Castiel’s final chance to mend his troubled relationship with his daughter. After an ugly divorce and a nine-to-five job that only further distanced him from Claire, his sister — Anna — suggests spending two weeks camping with Claire. Castiel sees this as his opportunity to bring his daughter closer to him.

He had not anticipated meeting a charming firefighter, Dean, on the first day and becoming instantly enchanted by him. Still, Castiel can’t help but feel disappointed when Dean seems to change his mind about them.

Usually, the hippy, kumbaya shit that Sammy digs so much is a hard pass for Dean. But coming to Lavender Fireflies Camp wins big brownie points for allowing him to spend time with his brother and his daughter Emma.

The last thing Dean expects to happen is to find sex on a stick and everything his dreams are made of in the guy with messy dark hair and blue-as-fuck eyes he meets there. Dean is immediately smitten. Too bad that being a jump-the-gun kinda guy, the first thing Dean assumes is that the redhead camping with Cas is his wife. Then he makes everything a fuckton more complicated for everyone, y’know, Winchester style.

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Pairings: Dean/Cas (background Sam/Eileen)

Warnings: (No Archive Warnings Apply)

Tags: Two person love triangle, fluff, strangers to lovers

A Kiss of Magic

TITLE: A Kiss of Magic AUTHOR: casblackfeathers (@casblackfeathers) ARTIST: CrzyDemona (@crzydemona)

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PAIRINGS: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, John Winchester/Mary Winchester MAJOR ARCHIVE WARNINGS: N/A TAGS: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, True Love's Kiss, Dragons, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Prince Dean Winchester, Cursed Dean Winchester, Witch Curses, Animal Transformation, Nine-Tailed Fox, Spells & Enchantments, Fluff, Domestic, Mutual Pining, Two Person Love Triangle, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Switching

SUMMARY: In a world full of dragons, angels, and witches, the fact that Dean has been cursed from birth isn’t that unusual. But fulfilling his duties as a prince when every night he turns into a golden nine-tailed fox isn’t always easy.

At least when he’s corresponding with Cas, an angel from the neighboring kingdom, he can be himself; no curses, no duties as the firstborn son of King John Winchester, and no shadow of his own self-doubts darkening his life.

He has loved Castiel for years, and each letter they traded was like a tune making his heart beat at a happy rhythm.

There is only one catch, Castiel doesn’t know he has been corresponding with Dean all this time, and in an effort to strengthen their realms’ alliance, he’s set to meet and marry Dean’s brother in a month. That's how long Dean has to change the path of their lives.

Spooning ;w;

They're cosy and comfortable ♥

For chapter 11 of @casblackfeathers fic “The Stars Will Remember”~

You are not lost to me

GIF CELEBRATION - MAKE ME CHOOSE SPN EDITION     ↳ @theedorksinlove asked SEASON 4 or SEASON 12

He's a 10 but...

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Touch

drabble for @starcrosseddeancas challenge

rated: M

The room was quiet, their heavy breathing the only thing that filled the air.

Dean rested his head against Cas' chest with closed eyes. He listened to the rapid heartbeat, breathed in Cas' warm scent, felt the angel's cum between his legs.

Dean smiled against his skin and sighed as Cas slowly traced his chest with his fingers.

"You make the most beautiful sounds," Cas said. His voice was still rough, had been even more so during their mating.

Dean couldn't help it when a laugh escaped his lips. Cas always had a way with his words.

He opened his eyes to find Cas already looking at him, a faint glint of grace still visible in his eyes.

"Yeah? Like what?" Dean asked as he lifted his brows.

Cas hummed and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Cas' fingers moved their attention up his arm, and Dean's eyes widened - his breath caught in his throat - when Cas touched the handprint on his shoulder.

"Ohhh!"

Cas smiled fully now.

"Like this."

Drabble Day 10: Fire

Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge

Claire was on fire.

Not literally of course, though it sure as fuck felt that way. Writhing on the red leather couch, Claire tried to stay quiet as the cure worked its way through her veins. This is it, Claire thought as another wave of burning magma flooded her system, This is when I die,

Shivering, Claire heaved in deep breaths of air as the waves of pain slowly mitigated. Closing her eyes, her father's face flashed across her mind. No, Claire thought stubbornly, I'm not gonna have my fucking life flash before my eyes.

Despite her protestations, more images started flashing in her mind. Her Dad and Mom, dancing in the living room on their anniversary. Blowing out the candles on her eleventh birthday cake, the last year her father was around before saying yes to Castiel.

Groaning, Claire closed her eyes and turned towards the outer edge of the couch, but the images kept coming. Cas and Dean throwing their own party for her eighteenth birthday, Cas's Grumpy Cat gift staring at her from across the room. Jody welcoming her with open arms for the first time, never having seen her before. Alex sharing her favorite lipstick while getting ready for a school dance. Fuck, even Randy, sharing dinner with him and Dustin, laughing at the latest math test and how irrelevant it was to their lives.

Jerking, Claire gasped, the fire spreading and burning through her limbs. Her vision turning black, Claire's last thought before there was nothing, to her surprise, was about Cas. Please, just let him be okay. And with that, Claire succumbed to the darkness.

_____________________

Slowly, Claire opened her eyes, her head aching and her throat dry. Shifting, she turned to look at Sam, his face slack with astonishment. A quick glance to the left had her meeting Dean's eyes, equally astonished but also relieved.

Utterly exhausted, Claire sighed, "You guy's look like crap."