#hurt!cas

[diminuel]

Hurt Cas~

This is a scene of chapter two from @casblackfeathers’ fic The Stars Will Remember~

#Supernatural #Destiel #Dean Winchester #Castiel #hurt!Cas #Fanart

[deancaspinefest]

Take The Long Way Home

Author: sidewinder | Artist: caught-a-dragonfly (Sarah)

Posting on Monday April 15

Two months ago, the world didn’t end. But for Dean Winchester, who fully expected to sacrifice not just his life but his very soul in order to stop Amara? The celebration has been clouded by the disappearance of his best friend, Cas—the friend he’d started to realize meant more to him than he’d been willing to accept until now. The last anyone’s seen of Castiel was when he was banished from the bunker by Toni Bevell. The Brits swear they don’t have him. Neither Heaven nor Hell claim to know of his whereabouts. All of Dean’s calls, texts and prayers to the angel have gone unanswered, and Dean can’t help but worry that a "Winchester win" has once again come at a terrible price. One day hope finally arrives in a lead from an unexpected if not always trustworthy ally. However finding Cas might end up being only the first step in saving him—not simply from the forces holding him captive, but from the prison of his own mind.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

As Dean approached the galley, he saw the light on there already, meaning he wasn’t the only early bird up and about today. His mood brightened with a momentary spark of hope—Cas rarely slept, and when he was around the bunker, he usually enjoyed hanging around in the kitchen to read or watch cat videos and shit all night on one of their laptops. But Dean’s bubble of hope burst when he saw it was just his brother, sitting there in his sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt, chugging a disgusting-looking green smoothie. Sam was no doubt ready to head out on his morning self-imposed torture session—that is, a five-mile run looping around the bunker to Lebanon and back.

Kid seriously had to be the devil’s vessel if he found that kind of physical torment enjoyable.

“Hey,” Dean grunted at his brother.

Sam looked up from his laptop at Dean and nodded. “Hey. You’re up early.”

“You too. Couldn’t sleep?”

“Rarely do.”

Yeah, that was something they had in common. “Anything up?” Dean asked on his way to fill the coffeepot with water. 

“Not really. Just restless, I guess. I found a case, maybe. Not that I was looking for one,” Sam added quickly. “But while I was searching for any signs of Cas, or Lucifer, I came across a news story about some strange deaths in Wichita. It’s not far from here, and—”

“If you wanna go hunt whatever it is, go for it,” Dean cut him off. “Take mom. I know she’s itching to get out of here and do somethin’ other than stare at our ugly mugs all day.” 

“Dean—”

“No, Sam. I mean it. Until I know where Cas is, I just can’t. My head’s not in the game.” A distracted hunter was a dead hunter. That was the rule their father had drilled into them as soon as they each could carry a weapon, and learn about the things that went bump in the night being real. A week ago, Dean had let Sam talk him into going on a “milk run” hunt to clear out a small vampire nest near Toledo and he’d nearly lost his neck thanks to not fully concentrating on the job at hand.

“Okay, I get it.”

“Do you?” Dean snapped. “Cas has been missing for two months, Sam! We have no idea where he is, if he even—”

Dean cut himself off. He couldn’t say it. Not out loud.

If he even survived.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday April 15)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: sidewinder #artist: caught-a-dragonfly (Sarah) #canon divergent #hurt!Cas #alternate season 12

[threshasaurus-writes]

Hi, I know it’s been like...almost 3 years...and I’ve fallen off the map in SPN’s fandom almost entirely, and I’ve been on hiatus from fanworks as I make art/writing my literal bill-paying job, but nonetheless, heeeere’s...

Shadow Box Butterfly, Chapter 10: Unholy

From Heaven to Hell, it’s assumed that Castiel is in a relationship with the Winchesters. Everybody knows but Sam and Dean. That doesn’t stop the other angels from making an example of Cas for them to find.

Rated E, Eventual Requited Unrequited WinCasWin (Destiel and Sastiel), Heavy Angst, Castiel Whump, Hurt Cas, Wings, Rape/Non-con, Rape Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Protective Sam and Dean, Blood and Injury, Touchy-Feely, Crying, Original Angel Characters

Chapter 10 is here on AO3!

#supernatural #fanfic #fanfic cover #wincaswin #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #angst #hurt/comfort #castiel whump #hurt!cas #so much hurt!cas #non-con flashbacks and recovery #nasty bad guys #canon-typical violence and some actual eventual fight scenes #poly love #threshie #threshasketch #threshasaurus-writes #shadow box butterfly

[somerandomdudelmao]

I feel that between so much hopelessness and war, so much sacrifice and loss, I wear Mikey out so much, physically, mentally and spiritually.

And despite all of it, despite even after his death, his love for his family was stronger. As much as to try to protect his last brother with all his might..

Waking up after all that... it becomes like a horrible nightmare, but after all, it becomes just that, a nightmare, to realize that he is back with his family,...

I'm crying in every chapter, but thank you very much!!🥹😭✨️

#cas fanart tag #cftm #rottmnt #oh this hurts :_)

[nevarroes]

don't say that

#art tag #gortcas #casim carnarvon #cas is also quiet when hes genuinely a bit hurt hope u like this info🤒 #say sorry now

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Thinking about Cas roped into a little kids teaparty while they're investigating a case and being firmly told he's a princess and a plastic crown slapped onto his head and Dean checks in on him saying "hey you wanna come to [next investigation scene]?" And all the kids go noooooo bc they love Cas bc he's Weird and very serious and patient with them about their games which is very funny to them and he pays focused attention which almost always makes kids happy.

And Cas, very solemn, goes "I'm a princess now Dean, I need to oversee my kingdom's affairs". And it becomes a comedy C plot of Cas n the kids fantasy game getting really politically detailed and fucked up while the boys do all the investigation work. Maybe there's some cut-betweens of the kids fantasy violence of smashing dolls together and Sam n Dean getting thrown around.

#the joke is how engaged he is in the game not that he's a princess #he's a princess bc he'd make a cute princess is all #i think cas IS good with kids but it's not quite in the way that's depicted in the show when he talks to that one little girl with Hannah #he's good with kids because he gives a lot of attention and would let them do whatever play they needed to and would stop them getting hurt #but would let them try difficult things rather thab do things for them #and he's remarkably patient unless it's with someone he already doesn't like

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: PHARSE DMV: HOSTILE- HURTING; HURTIN current Verdict: ACCEPTED

#California license plate with text HURTING #bot #ca-dmv-bot #california #dmv #funny #government #lol #public records

[venriliz]

Sprinkles the Vampire

Trashy sweet tooth (pun intended)

#simblr #sims 4 cas #ts4 cas #sims 4 #ts4 #the sims community #show your sims #the trash pose happened by accident and i just went with it #looking at her hurts my eyes a bit C: #sims 4 edit #ts4 edit

[destielgaysex]

iIF I WAS wounded and castiel healed me with grace I wuld probably moan a lil bit lol

#- dean #literally dean everytime cas heals someone and not him #bc dean isnt even hurt #but it works and cas goes over to dean to heal him #and its 100 times more homoerotic than whoever cas just healed before dean #castiel #cas #dean #destiel

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Cas reacting to Sam's remarks when they're alone:

Cas reacting to Sam's remarks... when Dean is around:

he's a poor little meow meow 🥺

#cas being like: deannn i'm hurt your brother is mean to me 🥺 #as if he's not always the snarkiest bitch of the room #and dean rushing to comfort him #while sam in the background is certainly like: this is how we usually talk???? #cas vs sam #spn 9x11 #spn 11x03 #spn 12x10 #destiel #my post

[mattodore]

pretty girl (who has clawed her way through multiple chest cavities)

#river dipping #delphi sol #lykos #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 cas #simblr #she's so cute i remember i intentionally gave her sharper angles when i was messing w/ her last year #but when i did her over last month i just made her rounder again so like. what was the point of that exactly lmao #i'm gonna edit ria jussst a little then fix imani's eyes #i still have an absolute MESS in my library like so many saves i have to go through and delete i'm fr a pack rat in my saves library #but anyway i'm just gonna tweak some faces #my wrists are hurting so i should probably sit down and just watch red dwarf after... #mattodore might start calling to me tho idk #ALSO... added magic bloom to my cas preset :3c have i tested it with matthias yet? ...................no. #palest man aliveeeee he ruins bloom for me all the time like i think bloom can look sooo pretty but i can't even use it like i want </3 #i'll probably have to toss it but it looks pretty to me rn

[gothoffspring]

i literally MUST squish her cheeks or i'll die... just a fun lil' lookbook featuring one of my new favorite oc's, Emilija 💘

hat / hair / sweater / skirt / tights / shoes / body preset (miss delicious) ((make more fat sims y'all! pls!))

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 lookbook #ts4 cas #the sims 4 lookbook #cas edit #the sims 4 cas #goth lookbook #:) ok im in love with her.. so much it hurts... #y'all MAY recognize her from my most popular lookbook ever... she's truly an angel #ts4 edit

[birdietrait]

#ts4 #ts4 cas #ts4 simblr #simblr #show us your sims #no caption my brain hurts #i said i was burnt out w the sims and then made a sim the next day JSJSKD

[jasmines-library]

Sweet Creature

WHUMPTOBER DAY 23. Prompt: Nightmares.

Fandom: Supernatural (Cas)

Summary: When Dean is a Demon, he does something unexpected to you. Since then, you have become withdrawn, refusing to sleep in fear of the images that plague your mind. When you eventually give in and suffer a nightmare, Cas is there to help.

Warnings: Demon Dean, nightmares, minor injuries.

Word count: 1.3k

Note: I thought Cas deserved some lovin

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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You tossed and turned in your bed. The night had been restless ever since you laid your head down on the pillow. You hadn’t sleep well in a while; your sleep was plagued by nightmares every time your closed your eyes. Every time you blinked, you saw his face. The face of a man you thought would never hurt you. But you were wrong.

Dean hadn’t been himself lately. He was distant. And when he actually took the courtesy to speak to you, he was cruel and didn’t think twice about what he spat from his mouth. At first, you tried to dismiss it off as a side effect of becoming a demon, every time he spoke he would flash you those black eyes. You didn’t mind though; it was a reminder of the fact that Dean wasn’t Dean. But soon he realised that too, and he used it to his own twisted advantage. Slowly, he stopped trying to scare you with those dark orbs and instead resorted to looking at you with his green irises. That was what scared you the most.

As time passed, you often found yourself feeling guilty for wishing that Dean had never returned from his outings with Crowley. In a way it was worse having him settled into the bunker and having to anticipate his next move that worrying about where he was or if he was even alive. He was considerate of sorts, at first. He kept his distance. But then he grew bored and words became physical.

Dean had chased you down the hallway of the bunker as you and Sam slunk around, trying to put the place on lockdown. When the red light illuminated the hallways, Dean only grinned and adjusted his grip on the hammer. It wasn’t long after that that he found you trying to sneak back to the dungeon to meet Sam. He had taken you by surprise by grabbing your hair from behind and yanking you back. You had screamed, desperately to try and draw Sam’s attention, but he clamped his hand firmly over your mouth to silence you.

Your yells were muffled by his hand, so any hopes of calling Sam were useless. So you were left with the only other option: try to fight your way out. You reared your head back and slammed it into Deans. He faltered and loosened his grip allowing you to escape, but Dean was much bigger than you and fuelled up with his demonic abilities. He grabbed the hem of your flannel and slammed you into the wall. You cried out, blood trickling from a cut in your pounding head as he leaned his body weight against you, wrapping his hands tightly around your neck and cutting off your air supply. He smirked as your squirmed in his grip, body begging for air as black dots edged your vision. The air came rushing back to you when Cas arrived, countering his demonic strength with his angelic grace and ripping him off of you and holding him back.

Since then you had barely left you room. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the three boys who were so used to hearing the lilt of your voice ringing throughout the hall. It scared them that you were so withdrawn.

It shamed you that you couldn’t bare to look at Dean. You knew that really it wasn’t his fault, but every time you caught sight of him all you could feel were his hands wrapped tightly and squeezing around your neck. Hands that were usually so tender towards you.

You hardly slept because when you did you were plagued with nightmares. Your mind flooded with thoughts about Dean. What if you hadn’t found the cure? What if Sam and Cas hadn’t gotten to you in time? What is he had succeeded? What then?

You had tried to put off sleeping, but it had finally gotten to the point where you bags were so dark that they were the most prominent feature of your face and you were so tired that not even coffee would keep you awake. So, reluctantly you had clambered into the the soft mattress and tried to drift off to sleep. But, as expected you were met with the image of Dean prowling towards you.

When Cas pushed open the door to your room with a creak, you were tossing and turning. Your face was contorted with fear and a thin sheen of sweat had broken out across your forehead, sticking stands of your hair to your forehead. The angel had sensed your discomfort and could have sworn that he ever hear a strangled prayer of his name called out from somewhere in the haze of your sleep.

He reached towards you and laid a hand on your shoulder to shake you awake.

“Y/n?”

~

Dean was gaining on you. You had tried to out run him, twist down the corridors and dart into rooms but he knew the bunker like the back of hand and he was hot on your tail every time you thought you had snuck away.

You flung open the door and rushed inside searching for another way out, but you had hit a dead end. And then the door slammed shut behind you. Your breathing began to come in sporadic bursts as Dean prowled towards you, his eyes as black as a starless sky.

“Stay away from me.” You held your hands out in front of you as he crept forwards grinning manically from ear to ear.

Dean just laughed and stepped closer. When he was metres away, you surged forwards to try and get around him but he planted a hand firmly on your shoulder.

~

You screamed as you sat up abruptly, frantically trying to brush the hand away from you. Cas quickly removed it from your shoulder as if he had been burned. He had been startled by your sudden movement.

Your gaze darted frantically around the room as you hyperventilated, unable to separate the cruel creations of your mind from what was real.

“Shh.” Cas hushed, “you’re okay, y/n. It was just a dream.”

Cas’s voice seemed to ground you. Your breathing slowed and your body relaxed slightly into his arms as he massaged circled into your skin, but you never allowed your guard to drop fully.

“It’s okay y/n. You are here and Dean has been cured. No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Cas…” your face was stained with sticky tears.

“I’m here y/n.”

You sniffled. “Sorry.”

He frowned. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m being childish.”

Cas shook his head firmly, wiping away the hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear. “Some of the things you’ve seen…I couldn’t begin to understand how those have affected you. You are so, so strong y/n.”

“It’s just…I feel so stupid.”

“Oh, Y/N…”

He brought you close to his chest, wrapping you up in his arms to soothe you. You’re listened to the way his heart thumped in his chest and felt the rhythm of his chest rise and fall. It scrubbed away at some of that nausea that had bubbled up in your stomach.

“Why don’t you try to get some more sleep?” He murmured into your hair. “You must be exhausted.”

You hesitated for a moment, reluctant to close your eyes again.

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.”

He swung his legs onto the bed before wrapping the two of you up in the sheets with your head still resting against his chest. He ran his hands through your hair as you curled up against him.

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

As your eyes drifted closed to the steady thrum of Cas’ heartbeat your mind calmed and all lingering thoughts left your mind, and you fell into the first undisturbed sleep you had had in days.

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<- DAY 22 ⛤ DAY 24 ->

Taglist:

@deans-spinster-witch

@senjoritanana

@amaryllis23

#whumptober #whumptober2023 #whumptober23 #no.23 #nightmares #supernatural x reader #Castiel x reader #Castiel Novak #Cas x reader #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester x reader #Sam Winchester x reader #angst #whump #nightmare #hurt/comfort #supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfic

[deancaspinefest]

following the light

Author: LoversAntiquities | Artist: jollyrolls

Posting on Thursday March 14

Almost a year to the day, and Castiel is still sick. After months of blackouts and near misses, Dean has managed to find a way to quell the spells and drag Castiel back from the proverbial abyss. However, when Castiel progressively gets worse and Dean's voice is no longer enough to keep him conscious, Dean sets out to find every faith healer in the country, in the hopes that one of them might shed light on what's happening, and how to prevent it. Only, Dean and Castiel find out more than they bargained for—and that the solution, apparently, has been right under their noses the whole time.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

He takes the right, barely tapping the brakes. At the first clear patch of shoulder, Dean pulls off and slams the truck into park, shuttering the engine. He kicks the door open, rounds the engine—yanks the passenger handle so hard that he fears it might break. Hands to Castiel’s biceps, Dean helps him out of the seat and into the grass, just before Castiel turns to dead weight in his arms. Keeping him upright is a feat—getting him backed up against the side panel is a miracle.

“Hey, hey,” Dean rasps. He pats Castiel’s cheek, searching for Castiel’s eyes in the dark. “Hey, look at me, okay? Touch me, hey—” He takes Castiel by the wrist and maneuvers him, forcing Castiel to touch the warm cotton of his T-shirt. Limp, Castiel holds on. “Hey, I—I know you’re in there. You’re always in there, alright? Just hold on to me.”

Castiel’s head lists forward; Dean presses him into the quarter panel with all of his strength. “When we were,” Dean begins, a little too brittle, a little too rough. “When me and Sam were teenagers, we went to this… this canyon in Georgia. Dad said it was the Grand Canyon, but we weren’t even in the right part of the country, but we—we didn’t wanna fight him on it, ‘cause he actually took us somewhere, y’know?” He smiles, fighting back the tremble in his fingers, the ache in his heart. “All the runoff from the farms gouged out a canyon in the middle of nowhere, and it was just so…”

He stops to look down at his tennis shoes, so worn that he can almost see his toe poking through. “Sam thought it was the greatest thing ever. I—Shit, I barely remember it, but every once in a while, he’ll still talk about it, like the week before we weren’t chasing a ghoul across the entire fucking state. But I remember looking at it, and I thought…” He tightens his grip. “For once, I felt calm. Like I was… small, and like my problems didn't matter. Picture it.” He sucks in air, slow, like it might spur Castiel into breathing. “Water cutting through the clay. The green of the trees growing around the tops of the canyon walls. A river. Babbling brooks.”

Dean shakes his head, fighting a laugh. “You hear the water?”

Silence—then, a breath, and the weight piled on Dean’s shoulders threatens to bury him in the grass. Castiel blinks, his mouth forming around a word Dean can’t hear. “Hey, hey,” Dean hushes. He clasps both sides of Castiel’s neck, thumbs pressed to his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “Hey, you with me?”

“It’s loam,” Castiel croaks, and Dean lifts a brow. “Most of the soil in southern Georgia is composed of sand and clay—”

“Okay, not what I’m concerned about.” He swallows around the knot in his throat. “Seriously, you wanna give me a geology lesson, any other time. Now, are you good?”

(continue reading on Ao3 on )

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: LoversAntiquities #artist: jollyrolls #Hurt/Comfort #Faith Healers #Road Trips

[claudtrait]

forgot to post this sim i made earlier HSJSKKF

#i love this bg so bad but the way it hurts my eyes #is insane #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 #sims #the sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 cas #ts4 cas #my sims