#casisms

[castielcommunism]

Do you have any good fics with great Cas writing recs?

this fic by casisms, the reach of human sense, Angels Americana, serenityfail’s stuff is all really good, walking on a string, doorway to a thousand churches, uhhh and then. obviously so says the sword

#fic.txt #asks #fic #sorry I haven’t read fic in quite a while so I’ve recc’d all this stuff before

[amadnessofmuses]

First Date

It had been three days since Dean had seen Castiel. they’d had plans set up to hang out with each other, okay they actually had plans for a date on Cas’ day off and he thought they were still in place but he hadn’t seen the kid since the day they had gotten pizza together. He’d meant too, in fact he had planned on spending as much time at the gas station as he would allow but his life had had other plans apparently. The day after the pizza John had come home in one of his moods, the liquor fueling a full on rage of which he had been the subject of. He had woken up that night to find himself being drug from his bed and out into the house to help John board the thing up. He’d gone with it as best as he had been able to, it was good to stay on Johns good side when he was in these moods, if you could be anything other than the enemy then you were good. Some 8 hours later he had found the tables had turned and he had been stuck barricading himself in his room, John’s screaming and fighting to get in continuing well into the next day. Luckily he had only come out of it with a few bruises and a minor cut on his arm that a few stitches had been able to fix. Lucky for him he had learned to keep the stuff in his room. That night he had been able to leave the house, the place looked like a war zone, things that normally didn't get wrecked having been broken to ruin. Just climbing out of his room for the stuff John had built up in the hallway had been almost a full hours task. How the dude had gotten the couch up the stairs on his own and wedged into the hallway had been beyond him. He had luckily found himself alone in the home with a note from John, how thoughtful, saying that he was leaving and wouldn’t be back. Dean didn’t know where he went and really he couldn’t be bothered to care either, he was dirty, tired and hungry and glad the man was gone for a while. Cause even when he said he wouldn’t be back he always managed to do just that. He needed to time to try and get the house back in some kind of living condition. Hopefully Cas could forgive him if he didn’t show up a second night in a row. Instead of going to see Cas he swung by a bar, hustled some money in a few games of pool, got some food and then slept till the next afternoon. Now here he was at the gas station after showering and finding the nicest jeans and t-shirt he owned to wear and Cas was no where to be seen, there was some other dude working, which he thought made since given it was his day off, he was just worried maybe something had changed in him not showing up for three days. Walking into the gas station he grabbed himself a coffee, stopping to pay for it and ask the dude if he knew where Cas was only to get an answer that pissed him off. Of course not at Cas but at the dude and the people that Cas worked with. The dude had seemed pissed that he had been needing work so Cas could have a night off even going so far as to say the nerve of some people, like Cas didn’t fill in for people here all the time. At least from what he understood and he doubted with as little as he saw Cas other places that Cas wasn’t the asshole in this situation. Taking a deep breath he refrained from kicking the dudes ass and walked outside and around the side of the building so he wasn’t in the dudes view and took a seat on the curb deciding he would wait and see if Cas showed up. If not he would prolly go in and kick the dudes ass just for the hell of it. After a few minutes he looked up, catching sight of Cas and couldn’t help a grin from spreading over his lips as he raised his hand to waive at him, pushing himself from his seat. He didn't even know what they were going to do today but he had some money, he was showered and had gotten some sleep so those were pluses, the house was off limits even if John said he was gone but he had the tree house. Maybe they could get some food and go hang out there. “You’re coworkers lucky you showed up, I thought I was going to have to go in and kick his ass,” he offered with a grin when Cas walked up.

#muse: Dean #first date #casisms

[kotumari]

have someeeee more castielism ( ᐛ )و

#lobotomy arc always got me on my bullshit #anyway welcome to the church of trans casism and cas retaining scars bc u cant come out of what he did w that banishing sigil unscathed #spn #castiel #supernatural #blood /

[allroundlostcause]

[text] o shit let me call u back theres a hamburger in my pocket {Casisms - IDK BUT LOVE US!}

tfln!

[@cas] Um Cas, you didn’t call me, we’re texting

[@cas] Honestly that’s probably not very sanitary? Cas I’ll get you a fresh one

[@cas] Cas... 

[@cas] Okay, call me later. Ideally please don’t ask anything awkward, I’m still getting used to having angel friends.

#i don't know what verse this is but I'm laughing #casisms #anon #ask

[thereaintnoothermenlikeme]

the lights

@casisms

Special Agent Dean Winchester stared at the notepaper in front of him for a good minute, contemplating. These things invariably turned out to be a load of horsecrap, but there was always that voice inside his head that said that his dad would check it out. John’s ghost was always just out of sight, telling him one day maybe he’d find something.

It was exhausting. Getting past his father’s obsessions was what had sent him from the military police to the Feds in the first place, post-war. The need to do something with his life that wasn’t about chasing little green men all over the country. Hell, Sammy’d gotten out, he was a lawyer in California, nice house, all that. But Dean thought he’d be chasing John’s approval until he had both feet in the grave.

If he was going to check it out, at least he could do it alone. Since his partner had had a heart attack that had put him into early retirement, he’d been flying solo for a few weeks. No telling how long that would last. No one was champing at the bit to find him someone else to ride with, but it was only a matter of time.

He pulled an atlas from the bottom drawer of his desk and searched for the location. At least an hour’s drive away. He glanced at his watch. Yeah, if he left now, he could stop at a diner he knew on the edge of town to pick up a burger for lunch, maybe a slice of pie. For a second, he was disappointed with himself. There’d been a time when he would have felt a sense of urgency, getting out there.

But a new partner might tell him not to bother. After all, between the moonshine trade and illegal gambling, they had their hands full.

“Fuck it,” he said, under his breath. He slipped the notebook into his inside pocket and took his car keys. If he was sneaky, he might not even be asked where he was going.

“Winchester,” came a loud, irritating voice, and Dean swore under his breath again before giving the SAC a thin smile. Guy standing just behind him and to his side was new. Trench coat, bluest eyes Dean had ever seen (weird thing to notice), dark hair that was just untidy enough at the back to stir the imagination… Dean shut his head down. It wasn’t stuff he could afford to think about.

“Sir,” he said, putting on his hat. “Got a call, I need to go.”

“In a minute. This is your new partner. Special Agent Castiel St. Milton. Milton, this is Special Agent Dean Winchester. Winchester – show him the ropes, and try not to give him a heart attack.”

Dean didn’t know what he thought. Hard to get a read on the guy. Which was unusual, for Dean; he had a good eye. He had that look that said he was smart as a pin, but his expression was a little more shell-shocked than Dean liked to see in someone well-armed. Soft mouth, straight back.

He held out a hand. “Well, welcome to the Bureau. Or the… branch. You mind? You can tell me your life story in the car. I got a call.”

#v: little gray men #p: the lights #casisms #-vibrates with excitement- #obvs got carried away with the setup shhhh

[4x01]

i love when sam and dean are still getting to know cas and they’re not used to all his casisms yet

[pussyhoundspock]

You’re my fave fic author so I trust you. Do you have any recommendations for non-AU Destiel fics? I’ll take ANYTHING. Sadly, I’ve very recently read all of your fics.

ahhh omg!! thank you so much!! i'm so bad at remembering to bookmark my fics but let me think -- i love komodobit's assimilation and cuckoo and nest -- both are short but impeccable character studies, in my opinion!

unfortunately rageprufrock's the girlfriend experience IS the og sadieservice fic so that's gotta go on here it always makes me laugh ... another fic that always makes me laugh is saltyfeathers' put up your dukes (deeply horny homoeroticism of fighting). OH deeply underrated comedic fic in modern era spn fan-age is broadway musical by griftings! canticles written by 2street2car is a season 4 era fic that was written very recently and makes me insane perfect dean and cas voices and really makes you ache with it!

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo (a writer i love!) is just my absolute favorite post-canon settling down with a house and chickens and the entire hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy series to read. aeli_kindara's first date series is another one that gets even MY cold dead heart to open and i love their cas pov in teaching poetry to fish which spans the entire canon of the show and cas' life before hand and really beautifully integrates poetry with the story!

two format breaking fics i really loved were renrub's r/supernatural (dean's on reddit. VERY funny) and To Boldly Go (dean writes star trek fic fic as i like to call it -- you can even see me larping as one of dean's regular commenters in some of the chapters haha!)

also of course i have to give nepotism shoutouts to the goldenrod revisions by aethylas (PERFECT re-write of 15x19 and continuation of the show), a short history of dean and tentacles by casisms (sadieservice at its finest. impeccable character study) and everything that dies (one day comes back) by gayfranzkafka (supernatural is a story about stories) and looking like a true survivor (feeling like a little kid) by courfeyrac (lovely if bumpy post canon tfw + friends and family build a bear trip)

i can be really picky when it comes to fic so i feel like this list is a bit short (and i know for a FACT i'm totally blanking on and forgetting some INCREDIBLE fics that i've loved because i'm very forgetful and also NOT organized about my fic reading) but @katebushstandean DID create this INSANE epic and organized spreadsheet of all our fic recs if you want like HUNDREDS of fic recs you can check that out! (you can also sort by my name -- sadie -- to see which fics i rec'd on there haha!). you can also try my bookmarks on ao3 (amidsizedfrog) though GOD KNOWS im inconsistent as hell about those. finally, @jewishcharliebradbury is my favorite blog to go to for fic recs!

#fic recs #long post #god im looking over this and im like wow im leaving off SO many great fics i love but it's either a very short incomplete list of fic recs #OR i never anaswer this ask #so here is my very incomplete list #SORRY to all the incredibly authors and fics i have left on this list #MAYBE this will encourage me to ACTUALLY compile a REAL list of all my forever favs #asks #spn #though spn characters simply do not map well onto angels characters al;djfalsfj

[pussypopstiel]

1, 7, 8 & 9 for the ask game! (hiii it’s seasontwelvedean 😎)

Omg hii critically acclaimed author of penny and pound yeah thank u 4 the ask

1. Ships I don’t get

I do not hate it whatsoever it’s just very funny to me when people ship crowstiel like it’s enemies to enemies fastburn (they hate eachother instantly) but the hate is one sided and the other side would fuck if asked nicely. I think it’s hilarious. Also don’t hate but casmick, like I get slutting that British oxford coma looking guy out but when people actually like. Ship it I’m astounded but like yes go girl give us nothing.

7. Headcanons I use to like but now can’t stand

This is kinda vague but like the way in which certain people talk about cas, like I love certain fucked up headcanons and ramping up the toxicity but the way people use certain traits cas has (ie misunderstanding of social cues and his certain casisms) as reasonings as to why he’s like... childish in a way? And how they use quotes from the show (baby in a trench coat, etc.) as their evidence as to why cas is waif damsel in distress coded or whatever and can’t defend himself(I think this was more relevant in older spn headcanons and stuff but it left its mark in my brain) strikes me as so uncomfortably ableist because of his blatant autism coding. When you make such a rich character with so many interesting backstories and possibilities into just the love interest that will wait forever for their beloved it just icks me out why are you blurrywife coding cas

8. Have you ever received anon hate

I’ve never received any anon hate or stuff and I really don’t see as much drama in the fandom anymore. Maybe I’m following the wrong people but whenever I see arguing about an issue on my dash I’m like 👁👁 because I never know what’s going on it’s like people are writing passive aggressive comments to eachother on the class coerceboard

9. Most disliked character

This show has so many useless one off characters but I have never seen a more useless man than that colonel sanders ass fuckin knight of hell villain in like s14. He’s so forgettable that I forgot his name and I do not care to find out. It’s probably because the plot was soooooo weak and the show at this point was being filmed on a hyper saturated tiktok filter but there was NO FLAVOR.

Also I know this wasn’t in the ask but that last answer just reminded me of the Michael Lucifer fight and HOLY CRAP I have never hated a scene more than jensens dumb face flying around air hugging mark p like a community college production of Peter Pan

#my silly little posts #ask

[gayairbud]

for the color meme, light blue <3

us when we get sent to the circle of hell for people who are getting a really good grade in understanding casisms (read: cas coded disease) <3

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#hgvnsdgkjh no but genuinely i very much enjoy our dms :] #u have very good ideas!! gives me lots of worms in my brain #and ur just a delight in general of course #asks #howevernot

[jnlletrry]

This is my voicemail. Make your voice . . . a mail.

Castiel's Voicemail, Supernatural 12x17, "The British Invasion"

#supernatural #castiel #cas #casism #spn #spn 12x17

[shamelesslymkp]

Dean Winchester, you’re such a fucking coward, he thinks, before launching in head-first: I pray to Castiel, who art right next to me, to ask sorta jokingly but also not if has any tentacles or tentacle-like things in his angelic being. Octophim? Angelcle? If no, please disregard. Amen. or, an abbreviated 26-year history of dean winchester's tentacle kink. !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:archiveofourown, +fandom:supernatural, ::rating:mature, character:dean.winchester, character:castiel, relationship:castiel/dean.winchester, relationship:dean.winchester/other(s), ::category:m/m, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~author:casisms, ~ao3:no.tentacle.sex, ~ao3:sex.work, ~ao3:light.angst, ~ao3:canon.compliant, ~ao3:at.some.point.i.counted.this.as.the.99999th.fic.but.mayb.not, ~ao3:crack.treated.seriously click here for mkp's pinboard and more fic recs!

#i eat fic for breakfast #fic recs #via:pinboard #schrödinger's content warnings #queue me up scotty

[thelittlethinginsaigon]

casism

[amadnessofmuses]

Four’s A Crowd

@casisms

Dean sat on his bed staring at the blank screen that has just showed Sam’s face for what he was sure was half an hour going over and over in his head how he was going to tell Cas that not only was Sam coming home early but he was bringing a friend along as well. It wasn’t like Cas ran the place as he suspected that Sam thought he did but he had brought Cas to stay here, he had promised him a place to be safe and now he was bringing home one person that was hell bent on finding out where the android came from and prolly another that would want to know as well as soon as he met Cas.

He knew Cas was weird for an android, that much was easy to see. He was different from anything else out there and he had let himself become friends with him. Hell he had let himself sleep with him and was thinking of doing it again. Clearly there was something special about Cas it wasn’t like he just went around banging androids all the time. He took a deep breath and pushed himself from his bed to his feet. He needed to just tell Cas they were coming and talk to him about where he was from before they could. He thought Cas trusted him.

He walked out into the hall, the doors to his room closing up behind him with a soft whooshing noise.

“Hey Cas.”

He walked over to the console, leaning back against it beside the android as he watched him working.

“Whatcha workin’ on?”

#muse: Dean #Four’s A Crowd

[kotumari]

In the fray, Dean pitches off his own bench and kneels in the wet grass before Cas. He grabs Cas’ legs. Shakes them until Cas is looking down at him with wide and wild eyes. “Cas, listen to me.”

“What could you possible say?” Cas’ breath hitches, and somehow Dean can hear it despite the chaos around them. “How could you possibly make this better?” 

[ x ] 

old sketch (read: from 4+ months ago) i did the first time i read the cost of a thing.. which is probablyyyy my favorite spn fic ? idk it just hits different :’D

#seriously this fic gave me psychic damage it rlly did #spn #supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #ONCE AGAIN i am saying how much i hate tagging things #anyway i should redraw this soon but im NOT allowed to start anything new bc im currently working on no less than like 5 things #and working 50 hours a week i am Insane i am Unhinged #its the casism :\

[anothersonofabitchganked-a-blog]

Feather In The Wind

                   “I tell you what Cas. I am never gonna try and get you laid                    again man.”

Dean flashed Cas a grin over his shoulder to go along with the words as he walked down the Bunker steps and into the war room, pizza in one hand half the spear of Michael in the other, the smaller lance part tucked under the arm carrying his bags.

                   “Last time I tried we had to go up against Raphael, the time                    after that you actually died. Maybe just getting laid on the                    regular isn’t in your cards.”

He was teasing of course and would try at any given opportunity to try and get Cas laid, it was just a thing and honestly the angel wasn’t great at it on his own, he always seemed to see the moment and watch it as it sailed past. Sometimes he actually wondered if Cas even cared. More often he wondered why he did. Shaking his head he set everything out on the table to deal with later other than the pizza of which he started carrying towards the kitchen.

                   “For real Cas, how are you feeling?”

He looked over at the angel as he pulled down some plates for them both. He didn’t know if Cas would eat or not, it was hit or miss with him but he thought he would ask while they were alone, Sammy had insisted he stop at some vegan place as he wasn’t eating pizza again.

Dean had no clue what he was even talking it about really since he had been cooking for him and sometimes Cas and sometimes mom for like the last four weeks. They had only had pizza once that he could remember.

                   “It was prolly just me but you looked like maybe you had all                    your mojo back, you just. I don’t know man, you look good,                    healthy.

Dean wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, maybe somewhere in all the words there was an “I am glad you are not dead” in there but he couldn’t be sure. It was supposed to be but who the hell really knew what came out when he was trying to emotion, he sure as hell didn’t.

@casisms

#Feather In The Wind

[thereaintnoothermenlikeme]

home

@casisms

Dean usually wakes early. It’s habit, and after all, they’re still on the road a lot. But when they’re home, even if he wakes up, he doesn’t get out of bed, and that makes it different.

Sun’s up, but only just. The rain that started just before they went to bed is still coming down, plenty of it. Up here in the mountain it doesn’t matter, all ends up in the river, in the waterfalls, makes everything lush and green. Their home, in the mountains.

Home.

Out the small window he can see the tops of the trees, acres of pine and eucalyptus, mostly hidden by the gray. It could rain for days. Dean wouldn’t mind. Read a book or two, have a few beers, fix a few things in the kitchen, canoodle on the couch while pretending to watch whatever catches their eye on Netflix.

Dean runs his hand down over the bumps in Castiel’s spine. Sort of wants to wake his baby up, sort of wants to let him sleep. Either way, he’s been missing those blue eyes since they turned out the light last night. There are things to do today. Bring some firewood in from the garage. They need a supply run, pantry’s looking pretty empty and they’re planning on sitting tight for a little while. No sense callin’ a place home if you never spend time there. If the weather stays bad, and it looks like it’s trying, Dean might do a pie for after dinner. Seduce Cas with food. Not that he needs to, but hey, can’t blame a guy for wanting to keep the magic alive. He kisses the warm skin between Castiel’s shoulder blades and feels his angel move, dragging himself up out of whatever it is that angels do that passes for sleep.

Dean’s hand moves down over Cas’s side, and he’s waking by inches. Dean’s hand covers his ass, and finally Castiel turns, tired and sort of incredulous, pillow-creases on his face and grumpy blue eyes, glaring briefly at Dean before his lip curls up, dirty traitor.

“Oops. Did I wake you?”

Dean grin, eyes crinkling around the edges. Castiel is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and they’ve been through so much shit together that this cabin in these mountains, all this space, that tiny window, they feel like a thank you gift from the world. It’s their reward. Sammy is safe, hunched over a book with his equally nerdy new BFF, and Dean has Cas to kiss and look after and build furniture for. Never mind that he’s a badass warrior angel of the lord, he’s Dean’s boo, and Dean likes looking after him.

On cue, Cas shifts, half draping himself over Dean’s body, and their mouths find each other. Awesome that after years of kissing it still feels miraculous.

“We have things to do,” Cas grumbles. “Have to get up.”

“No, it’s freezing.”

“It’s probably fifty out.”

“Freezing! You’ll get pneumonia and die. Can’t have my baby getting pneumonia and dying.”

Cas gives an incredulous smile. “Angels don’t die of pneumonia.” A silence where their gaze never wavers. “And baby is what you call your car.” The indignation in his tone! Dean loves it. Another kiss, kinda dirty, kinda ‘let’s take this upstairs (no wait, we’re already upstairs!)’, kinda enough to make Dean feel like a teenage boy falling in love for the first time all over again. He pulls the blanket up, but he doesn’t stop running his hands over Castiel’s warm skin. Encouraging.

But the beat of the rain on the windows is almost tranquilizing, and curled up together in the warmth, under layers of blankets, they sleep a little longer.

~complete~

#v: something like normal #p: home #casisms #<3