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xofemeraldstars · 6 months
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❝ And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one… that I suspect would hurt something awful. ❞
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lengthofropes · 8 months
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He's very pop-culture savvy now.
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samsrowena · 3 months
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↳ holiday GIFt requests ✧ samwena 🎁 (for anonymous)
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@passengerseatcas @waldrea @canadiandutchiefangirl @loveofastarvingdog @raytoroinmybackpack @aliveboydean @universalcas @magdaclaire @my-people-skills-are-rusty @here-for-thee-gay-shit @wartyfrogfish @carveredlund @johnwatersbongwater @bloodydeanwinchester @deanabean @spiritmunie @petrichoravellichor @amaranthhiding @angelsdean @castiellesbian @thigholstercas @cosmosinfinity23 @hammyletto @rainsongdean @the-randomest-ofthe-fandomest @toobusytobebored @freakwiththeknifecollection @fangirlxwritesx67 @huntressandlioness1 @vwwingsandthings @thisisapaige @k-slla @sammysnaughtygirl
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chappelroan · 7 months
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GET TO KNOW ME ♡ Favorite Ships ↳ Castiel & Dean Winchester
"I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument." And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you see it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean."
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deancaskiss · 1 year
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nothing would’ve been better than an episode where dean is being all sweet on cas and there’s a voice over of dean saying things like “cas is just this cute dorky lil guy” and it cuts to cas with angel powers flaring as he takes out 5 demons at once. “he’s so angelic in all the conventional and unconventional ways,” while cas is beating a werewolf bloody. “he always makes me laugh” and it cuts to cas as he’s glaring down a vampire. “he watches movies with me and wears a cowboy hat for me” flashes to cas as he’s tearing heaven apart. “he’s my best friend, and I think I love him… yeah, I love him,” and cas is casually throwing angel blades at monsters. and the end of the episode is dean and cas being domestic and dean’s like “I didn’t see you today, what were you up to?” and cas is like “nothing at all” even though he was out chasing monsters, but then he leans down and kisses dean and it’s soft and tender and gentle and dean smiles and is like “movie date night, sunshine?” and cas smiles so brightly it rivals the sun as he says, “anything for you, dean.”
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andreycoded · 2 years
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I've never crawled out of a grave like this (after all these years I'm told angels exist)
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solarcas · 1 month
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My entry for the @destieldtiyschallenge - my assigned partner was @archervale, and I chose to try my hand at this lovely totally-absolutely-canon Empty rescue scene what do you mean this didn't happen-
I chose this piece because I thought their poses would be fun and challenging to figure out (which I was right about!) and it also ended up giving me a great excuse to bust out my metallic golden paints ✨🖌 I hope you like my version!! <3
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+ Bonus glitter close-ups under the cut:
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I might've uhhh. Gone a bit overboard w/ the gold fhdkfhfk <3
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dirigibleplumbing · 2 months
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616 Steve's desk and sketchbook, circa early 1980s, for @sineala for the 616 server's stocking exchange. the detail shots are from a more cluttered version that I think looks good in the crops.
(they were out of sesame bagels again)
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happy 3rd wedding anniversary to these idiots :)
(846 words) Also on AO3
Dean knew the rhythm of Cas’ footsteps from the kitchen all the way to their bedroom. Knew it better than the pulse of his own heart; as familiar to him as the scent of the warm coffee that carried with his husband every morning like clockwork. He found himself smiling against his pillow, feeling the early sunshine through the lake house window heat the frosty February air.
So the routine goes; any minute now Cas would pause to bump the door open with his pajama-clad butt, scooting backward into their bedroom, two coffees in hand. Dean would fake the grouchy attitude as if the gentle interruption had pulled him from sleep. As if, minutes earlier, Cas hadn’t waited until his spidey senses told him Dean’s REM sleep was done and he was ready for his daily stubbled kiss at the back of his neck. For the arm that tightened around his waist, sinking suggestively lower until Dean cracked open an eyelid. Falling for the same old trick every day, before Cas would rise his heavenly ass out of bed to start on coffee. Leaving Dean tethered between the land of sleep and this world of dreams.
Same old, same old.
And wasn’t that a hell of a thing.
Dean scooched over to Cas’ side of the bed. The warmth had faded but it was the scent he chased; like rich earth pounded by the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, the charged promise of lightning still to come. Like honey and ether and so like home, Dean could drown himself in it. Smother himself in his husband’s pillow with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.
And so, it began.
The gentle clink of the spoon dropped into the sink. The ceramic scuffling on the kitchen countertop. The first bare footstep on the warm wooden floor.
Three years of this, Dean thought, and he knew he could go a thousand more.
A squeaking sound broke the routine, and Dean perked up his bedhead to listen to the audible eye roll and soft sigh that accompanied it. The footsteps and squeaking drew nearer, and Dean propped himself up on an arm to watch the regularly scheduled show.
The ass that greeted him was familiar, but Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head like Donald Duck at the first sight of Daisy. Cas backed into the room, letting the door swing softly shut behind him.
Dean’s husband paused, breakfast tray in hand and a look of genuine surprise on his face that quickly morphed into a feigned innocence.
“Sweetheart,” Dean managed to say with a tongue that now weighed an ACME ton. “Are you wearing leather pants?” He was dreaming, right? Had to be. If the next words out of Cas' mouth were "tell me about it, stud" in Olivia Newton-John's voice that would surely confirm it. A laugh threatened to burst all the way from his belly, born of shock more than anything, because this was Cas. His Cas. In tight leather pants. Like he was Jon Bon fucking Jovi and Dean was eighteen, alone in his motel room and realising some shit. 
But Cas ignored the question, setting the breakfast tray safely on the bedside table. When he turned to find Dean’s gaze still locked on his broad thighs, mouth hanging open like it didn’t know where to start, he placed his hands on his hips.
“The third wedding anniversary gift is leather, is it not?”
Dean glanced up from his stupor, feeling his heart swell like a damn balloon at his husband’s words.
Leather. Anniversary. Right.
How Cas heard "leather" and thought "pants"... actually, he didn't need to know how or why, because this was happening. Somehow this was real life.
Dean licked his lips. Didn’t mean to, but he did.
He’d tell Cas about the new leather couch he’d secretly set up in the Cas Cave later. Right now…
“The salesperson insisted this was the perfect gift,” Cas frowned down at himself. “Perhaps this was a mistake.”
“Whuaa-“ Dean started, tangling in the sheets as he struggled to sit upright. “No, no, they’re – hell of a – gotta tip the guy… god, Cas.” Only the need to defend these pants with his life gave Dean the strength to tear his gaze from them a second time.
He’d expected to find that frown he loved so much – the one that crinkled Cas’ brow, and tugged his soft lips into a flat line. Instead, his husband grinned at him, eyes blazing with that smugness that was the bane of Dean’s life.
Son of a bitch. He played him.
“Happy anniversary, Dean,” Cas said, stepping forward to crawl on his knees across the mattress, caging Dean in between his thighs.
Dean pulled him closer, sunlight glinting on the band of his wedding ring as he ran a hand through Cas’ hair. Three years of this. Already three. Only three.
And he could never have enough.
“Happy anniversary, Cas.” The words were a whisper against his husband’s lips.
The rest, he already knew. They both did.
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xofemeraldstars · 6 months
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— FIRST & LAST
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lengthofropes · 8 months
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Sometimes incorrectly pronounced spell can throw you back in time for a few decades... And that's good. Good, really! Cause in that small town, there's a lot of work to do. Flesh-eating monsters and alternate dimensions? Easy! Isn't it? supernatural/stranger things crossover for @xthehatchick commissions for my ❤️‍🩹 health
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samsrowena · 5 months
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↳ holiday GIFt requests ✧ deandonna 🎁 (for @vernerpantonwave)
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@passengerseatcas @waldrea @canadiandutchiefangirl @loveofastarvingdog @raytoroinmybackpack @saintedcastiel @universalcas @magdaclaire @my-people-skills-are-rusty @here-for-thee-gay-shit @wartyfrogfish @carveredlund @johnwatersbongwater @bloodydeanwinchester @deanabean @spiritmunie @petrichoravellichor @amaranthhiding @angelsdean @castiellesbian @thigholstercas @cosmosinfinity23 @hammyletto @rainsongdean @the-randomest-ofthe-fandomest @toobusytobebored @freakwiththeknifecollection @fangirlxwritesx67 @huntressandlioness1 @vwwingsandthings @thisisapaige @k-slla
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rainsongdean · 1 year
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honey just put your sweet lips on my lips... // destiel x like real people do by hozier
happy 2nd destiversary 💞💋✨🌹
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angelcasendgame · 1 year
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on mothers and monsterhood || Crowley & Rowena
for @samsrowena​​
[10.23 Brother’s Keeper // clementinevonradics, x // 10.17 Inside Man // 10.16 Paint it Black // On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong // 11x01 Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire //  11.18 Hell’s Angel // 12.13 Family Feud // Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn // 10.23 Brother’s Keeper // Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn //  Chapter 3: Monster or Mortal, Life is Strange: True Colors // 11.10 The Devil in the Details]
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deancaskiss · 2 years
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“do you think cas falls into the category of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’?” dean asked, eyes never leaving the computer screen perched in front of him.
sam choked on his toast, gasping for air as he darted his eyes towards dean. “what?”
“what?” dean repeated, flicking his eyes up from the screen to frown in distaste. “don’t choke at the table, you’ll put me off my bacon.”
sam thumped at his chest a couple times, forcing himself to catch his breath. “what kind of a question is that?”
dean flickered his eyes back to his computer, ignoring sam’s bug-eyed expression. “a normal one?”
“why would you be asking if cas is tall, dark, and handsome?”
“because I need an outside opinion.”
“an outside- wait, a minute, do you think cas is tall, dark, and handsome?” sam asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
dean ducked his head, deliberately hiding behind his computer as he mumbled, “well, the dark and handsome part, yeah. not so sure about the tall part, but then, that’s subjective i suppose.” and then dean’s tone softened a little. “although, he still likes to point out that his trueform is the size of the chrysler building. so I guess that does make him tall, dark, handsome, if-”
dean broke off as he felt a thunk on the table. he glanced up to see sam dropping his head into the metal table, muttering something along the lines of, “god help me, I can’t take it anymore.”
and if dean hide a secretive smile behind his computer screen, well, that just proved his point that cas was definitely tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome.
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policyoftruth · 1 year
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casgotchi 0:l
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