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baptized in blood,
it drips from my nose
with no absolution.
what if it was easy?
Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary
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for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k
prompt: young Dean
inprnt / redbubble
#he's lost and tired and doesn't know where to go#he is weary. and this ain't no place for the weary kind#he's baptized. but the water isn't clean#sketch.art#spn art#spn fanart#sobernatural2k#young dean winchester#dean fanart#wincesties dni#kitchencule#castiellesbian#seraphcastiel#becauseofthebowties#archervale#cowboycoven#spncentral#yes I'm reusing an old poem but it was rotating in my head#the whole time I was making this#elliot.poetry#fun fact. this shot was the first one I tried to do with white charcoal#i started it over though cuz it was so terrible lmao. he looked like an alien
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SOBERNATURAL’S MILESTONE PARTY 💐 DAY ONE: “you did what?” // blue
#sobernatural2k#spncreatorsdaily#spndaily#spncentral#spnedit#supernaturaledit#cowboycoven#rambleoncas#emeraldcas#chapeldean#angelscas#userda#justcastiel#userjactingjoices#usermoogs#tuseralaina#universalcas#creativecaviar#kitchencule#kedits#CONGRATS SANA <3333 MWAH#hope you like this one for the promt<3
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For @sobernatural’s Milestone Party
➴ July 2nd: "Don't do this" // Young Dean // Pink
#supernatural#dean winchester#sobernatural2k#deanwinchesteredit#deanedit#spnedit#supernaturaledit#cowboycoven#spncreatorsdaily#userbbelcher#usersawah#useranny#donestiel#becauseofthebowties#seraphcastiel#usermoogs#rambleoncas#userbon#deanncastiel#jennmish#userrlaura#usererinlindslay#1x1/1x18/3x8/4x13/5x22/7x10/9x7/10x12/11x8/12x22/15x16#omg sorry this is so late ;aldkfjgksdfgn i hope you like it sana!!!!!! loved your art today <33333#in case anyone's curious i did a bit of cursory research and tried to place these in approx. age order#12x22- pre-mary's death/ 1x1 - 1983 / 5x22 - no idea but v. young / 1x18 1988/89 / 7x10 - 1989#3x8 - 1991/ 11x8 - 1992 / 15x6 - 1993 / 10x12 - 1993 / 9x7 - 1995 / 4x13 - 1997
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@sobernatural 💚 milestone party 💚
July 1st: “I miss you”
#sobernatural2k#I'm sorry! but my punk ass started to sing Blink 182 immediately when I read this prompt:))) so decided to go with the flow!#happy milestone darling!!! you're such a wonderful kind smart funny and TALENTED person! sending you all my love and tons of hugs!!! <333#spnedit#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#deancas#cowboycoven#fieryfrankie#seraphcastiel#becauseofthebowties#scottstiles#tuserpris#useralison#userdorksinlove#userkels#userjactingjoices#chapeldean#s12#s13#lyricsgifsets#blink182natural
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dearest agony, with love
For sana @sobernatural's milestone celebration - Day 4, free space - go wild
#freedom is a length of rope#this is my first go at writing poetry and I don't know what I'm doing but that might be kind of the point#sobernatural2k#my art#my poetry#mdni#not sfw#lemon#cw nudity#shibari#destiel#spn#deancas#deancas fanart#destiel fanart#supernatural#blog tags:#userkels#creativecaviar#rambleoncas#emeraldcas#gardenercas#userjactingjoices#greatcometcas#angelscas#thisisapaige#meltingtracks#user4x01#userjdw#deanncastiel
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This little guy spent his last money to buy a gift for his baby brother
for @sobernatural 's milestone celebration!
Day 3: young Dean (+ pink)
click for quality!
#a little late as per usual ksjshd#ANYWAY CONGRATS!!! 💐#also i spent so much time adjusting colors saturation and brightness that im no longer able to percieve this in a way that makes sense lmao#hope it doesnt completely suck lasksjhd#sobernatural2k#spn fanart#supernatural fanart#spn#supernatural#spn art#my art#dean winchester#young dean#supernatural art
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↳ for @sobernatural's milestone party
prompt: you did what // acceptance // blue
#sobernatural2k#spn#spnedit#rowena macleod#spn 10x19#becauseofthebowties#klinejack#spxcekya#greatcometcas#userda#chapeldean#bebecas#feathersforcas#user4x01#angelscas#deanncastiel#castiellesbian#altarofedits
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for sana @sobernatural 's milestone celebration
prompts: "I miss you" // Recovery/Sobriety // Green
#destiel#destiel fanart#endverse#spn#spn fanart#sobernatural2k#it's july 1st here already and i'm an impatient person#slaying absolute pencil#spncreatorsdaily#seraphcastiel#thisisapaige#spxcekya#becauseofthebowties#castyel#greatcometcas#usermoogs#tuserari
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a poem from stanford era dean’s journal for @sobernatural’s milestone celebration - prompts: young dean + blue
#i DO have a fic also but. i won't have it finished in time RIP but i WILL finish it<3#stanford era dean#my writing#poetry#sobernatural2k#tw sex work#sex worker dean#myedits
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SOBERNATURAL’S MILESTONE PARTY 💐 DAY THREE: “don’t do this” // pink
#sobernatural2k#spncreatorsdaily#spndaily#spncentral#spnedit#destieledit#cowboycoven#rambleoncas#emeraldcas#chapeldean#angelscas#userda#justcastiel#userjactingjoices#usermoogs#tuseralaina#universalcas#creativecaviar#kitchencule#kedits#hi hello i have cried making this sdgrhbtgds :((#flashing cw
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For @sobernatural's Milestone Party
➴ June 30th: "You did what?" // Acceptance // Blue
#supernatural#sobernatural2k#destiel#team free will#dean winchester#castiel#sam winchester#destieledit#spnedit#supernaturaledit#cowboycoven#spncreatorsdaily#userbbelcher#usersawah#useranny#donestiel#becauseofthebowties#seraphcastiel#usermoogs#rambleoncas#userbon#deanncastiel#jennmish#userrlaura#usererinlindslay#CONGRATS SANA!!!#i hope you like this silly little set.. they are silly little men ;laskdfjkldsgdfgkdfg#5x3/5x17/6x10/8x22/10x3/12x23/15x15
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Death by Stereo
For Sana @sobernatural‘s 2k celebration <3
Prompt: Young Dean / Pink
General Audience | 10k
Read on ao3
Summary: A month after Sam leaves for Stanford, Dean finds himself stranded at a motel in the middle of nowhere after a fight with his dad. He's no stranger to loneliness but Dean wasn't prepared to feel so useless now there's no one around to put up an act for. Hanging around a diner run by two disasters in their twenties - because let's face it, there's nothing else to do around here - Dean unexpectedly befriends a guy he could so easily have become if life had turned out just a little different.
Excerpt:
September 29, 2002
The harsh glare of early fall’s midday sun was relentless. Dean reluctantly removed his sunglasses and held them between his teeth. There was no hiding the black eye and bruised jaw even with the damn things. Still, he popped the collar of his dad’s leather jacket, feeling exposed even in the empty street.
Despite the blazing white of the sky, there was a chill in the air that already tasted of October. Seemed like no matter where Dean went, summer died upon his arrival.
Frustrated, he kicked a stone across the road by his motel. Watched as it hit the rusted grating of a storm drain and flipped onto the curb, landing in the dead grass growing from the cracks in the pavement. He checked his watch. Not even twenty-four hours stuck in this town situated in the ass crack of nowhere and already he was bored out of his mind.
Before leaving the crappy motel to wander around this hell hole, Dean had sheepishly apologised to the suspicious old broad at the front desk for the inevitable noise complaints. Last night hadn’t been pretty. He blocked out the echo of his dad’s shouting when he’d come back from the bar to find Dean wasting time leaving another god damn voicemail that Sammy was never going to listen to.
It'd been a surprise when the lady said the motel room was paid through the week. It wasn’t John’s usual M.O, especially now Dean was twenty-three and had been looking out for himself for – well, he was used to it. Fending for himself.
The guilt left a leaden weight in his belly. John’s only ever done his best, Dean thought, feeling like the world’s biggest ungrateful asshole.
It’d been almost a month without a word from Sam. Dean had known it was coming – the kid hadn’t shut his face about Stanford for months. No matter how many times Dean’d tried to brush it off, talk him out of it, it didn’t stick. Much as Sam wanted nothing to do with the family no more, there was no denying he was just as damn stubborn as the rest of them.
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#it's a day late but it's here!#w*ncesties dni#sobernatural2k#dean winchester#stanford era dean#bi dean#spn#supernatural dni#my writing#angelscas#user4x01#becauseofthebowties#chapeldean#spxcekya#offbeattraxx#mybelovedcas
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for day one of @sobernatural ‘s 2k celebration: “you did what?” // acceptance // blue
A month ago, taking Cas and running seemed like a good idea, or, at least, it seemed like the only idea. The other option was to just send Cas out into the world on his own, a freshly grace-less former angel in a hoodie, and Dean couldn’t do that.
(He’d thought about it, for a second, though, so maybe this was his punishment for considering leaving Cas behind. That’s what it would have been, even if Cas had been the one leaving.)
And maybe it’s still a good idea. It’s just the two of them, picking occasional fights with the rare specter, trying to stay away from the powers searching for Cas, and Dean, calling Sam and trying to keep the peace, watching crappy TV and hitting every diner in the more obscure parts of middle America.
(He feels like everything is starting to fall around him, but then again, it always has been.)
But all that has stopped. They’re at a standstill, because Cas has gotten some kind of cold or sinus infection. Dean’s not sure, and they can’t really go to the doctor, since Cas is technically a different person, but Dean’s been plying him with tissues, cough medicine, painkillers, and a lot of water for the past three days. He can’t tell if it’s helping.
Dean sits on the edge of the motel bed, sinking the mattress down, the springs old and creaking. Cas cracks his eyes open, revealing a sliver of blue. He needs a shave.
He needs a shower.
Hence Dean waking him up.
“I don’t want to,” Cas says, his voice creaky and rough from coughing and disuse.
“It’ll help you feel better.”
“That’s what you said about the cough medicine.”
“Well, I didn’t say it was magical. I just said it would help.” Dean offers a hand to Cas. “C’mon.”
Cas didn’t really come with pajamas (it occurs to Dean that maybe they could go shopping, now that Cas wears different clothes every day), so he’s been wearing random sweats and an old undershirt that Dean dug out of his closet. Cas shoves the covers back feebly, and Dean thinks that maybe he should find something clean in his duffel for Cas while he’s in the shower.
Cas bats Dean’s hand away and fumbles his way to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. A minute later, Dean hears the water start, and he grabs his key (this motel is old-school and still uses physical keys, not cards), heading to the front desk to request new sheets and raid the vending machine for cold water again.
When Dean gets back, the water’s still running, but it’s ‘been less than fifteen minutes, so he thinks nothing of it.
Five more minutes pass.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Cas is gonna be upset if Dean checks on him, Dean knows that, can tell that Cas doesn’t like being human but won’t say it. It wouldn’t offend Dean, being all fragile and breakable is the worst.
(Last week, before Cas got sick, Dean had to teach him how to reset a broken nose. It wasn’t fun.)
But he has a feeling that the water’s gone cold, which means Cas isn’t in the shower because he wants to be.
Dean hesitates for a moment at the bathroom door before pounding on it. “Cas? You okay?”
No answer.
“Cas?”
Silence.
“I’m coming in, dude.” Dean eases open the door to find, as he suspected, Cas huddled in the corner of the shower stall and the water still running.
“I couldn’t get up,” Cas finally says, voice barely audible over the shower’s spray, and Dean wonders if maybe Cas did answer him a minute ago but he couldn’t hear it.
“Let me help you, then.”
“You don’t need to help me.”
“Yeah, I do.” Dean opens the shower stall and turns the water off before offering Cas a hand. He tries not to look (but also not-not to look) as he pulls Cas up to standing.
Cas pushes past him feebly, and Dean calls after him, “There’s clean clothes on your bed.”
He waits about five minutes for Cas to be clothed again before exiting the bathroom. Cas is sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes, wet hair sticking up in every direction, and when he sees Dean, he averts his gaze.
“Cas,” Dean says, sitting opposite Cas on the other bed. “Talk to me.”
“You don’t need to help me.”
“I already told you that I do. You’re—��� Dean stops. Best friend is close, but not quite there. Brother? Completely wrong, Cas is nothing like Sam. Less than a year ago, Dean’d almost let the word love spill out, begging Cas for his life, and he guesses that’s—“You’re you,” Dean finishes lamely.
“And me is…you would say that I suck.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“I mean, the slang. I suck.”
“Cas—“
“I’m not useful anymore.” Cas has a bit of blanket in one of his fists, squeezing it. “We’ve spent half a week here, vulnerable, just because I got sick.”
“I’ve been sick before.” Dean shrugs. “Doesn’t make me less useful. And you don’t have to be useful. You can just—“
Cas interrupts him. “You said you needed me.”
“…What does that have to do with this?” Dean feels his pulse quicken as he thinks of the crypt and the angel tablet and Cas slipping out his angel blade, poised to kill.
Poised to kill him.
“You need me, and I’m not useful.”
“I didn’t—“ Dean stares at Cas, bewildered. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not a weapon or something. You’re—“ He’s stuck again. “You’re you. That’s what I meant.”
“And I’m an angel. Or, at least, I was.” Cas’s grip on the blanket grows tighter.
“You’re more than that. I mean…” I wish I could tell you what I mean, Dean thinks. He’s not even sure that he’s accepted it himself. Because he knows how this works—acceptance, in his line of work, of someone’s importance to you means that they can be used against you. Means if they’re gone, you’re gone.
(In his heart, he knows it’s too damn late to escape that. But he can pretend.)
“I mean that you don’t have to be an angel to matter,” Dean finally says. “You just matter to me.” It’s lame, and not quite right, but it’ll do for now, because Cas’s brow smooths, just a little, and he lets go of the blanket and grabs one of the new water bottles. There’s this chasm between them, unspoken, but it’s getting smaller, bit by bit.
He hopes.
Maybe one day, he’ll know how to say what he needs to say—what Cas needs to hear.
#offbeatwrites#it's sappy I know#one thing about me is. I'mma fix season 9#sobernatural2k#sana congrats bestie! <3 <3 <3
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the spn found family loving & caring for each other dot amv 🥺
for @sobernatural's milestone celebration 💝✨
#congrats sana!!!#i hope you like this#i wanted love and happiness for you 💕#spnamv#team free will#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#sam winchester#jack kline#jody mills#charlie bradbury#sobernatural2k#mkvideos
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