#Profoundnet

[eggchef]

hunter husbands and a barely bloody, romantic case on the beach (drawn for the profound bond exchange for @alulangel)

#supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #PBExchangeHotEntitySummer #profoundnet #i hope u like it!:D

[keikakudom]

Heaven isn't all that it's caked up to be~ 🌧️

Gift drawn for @geethr75 during the PB Exchange(run by @profoundnet!

This is a little canon finale coda, where Cas is fully restored, including his wings. It also features The Winchesters!Dean, where he and Cas finally reunite in Heaven and get over their hang-ups. Heaven's pristine and perfect atmosphere is a little too stifling, so Cas makes it rain, among adding a few other things that go bump in the night for a restless Dean. But is heaven really their final destination? Who knows, but whatever is next, they'll do it together.

Art can also be found on Ao3 c:

#profoundnet #PBExchangeHotEntitySummer #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #fanart #my art #wah i quite liked how this came out from afar #cheeky lil rainbow

[rezal-art]

This is a gift for @keikakudom, created as part of the PB Gift Exchange run by @profoundnet! This year's theme was Hot Entity Summer.

The idea behind this artwork was to feature our four beloved members of Team Free Will on a relaxing holiday at the beach. I imagined them after saving the world, but with a different fate than the one they have in the show's epilogue.

In this alternate ending, Castiel comes back from the Empty, human once again, and finally gets to have what he wants the most: Dean. Sam and his brother stop hunting and Sam decides to go back to Stanford (and change back his haircut!). Jack fixes Heaven, but does not stay there. Instead, he chooses to live his life as a young man on Earth and enjoys simple pleasures, like playing ball at the beach. 

If you like it, you can also give it some love on Ao3 here!

And go check Kazi's work, they're an amazing artist!

#profoundnet #PBExchangeHotEntitySummer #spn fanart #destiel fanart #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #sam winchester #baby #I had a lot of fun drawing that! #my art

[imbiowaresbitch]

A is for Assbutt, ch. 1

Summary:

Dean has been a teacher for five years, and a dad for three. Well, he'd been a dad for six years, but Lydia failed to share that information. When she died in a car accident, he got custody of Emma, who became his entire life in an instant.

Charlie and Stevie tell Dean he needs to date, but as a single dad, he can't just pick up anyone. Emma comes first.

A chance meeting with another single dad at pickup, the father of Emma's friend Jack, has possibilities suddenly occurring to Dean. Cas has sole custody of Jack, and is also the legal guardian of his neice, Claire.

Can Dean and Cas make it work?

~~

The mid-winter sun shone down on the schoolyard. Kids were running every which way as shouts and laughter echoed off the red brick of Crestview Public School, where Dean had been teaching for five years. He, along with two other teachers, was on yard duty, and he blew on his chilled fingers, his gloves forgotten at home yet again.

“Mister Dean!”  

The shrill cry, urgent and angry, but not injured, pulled his attention to the boy running full tilt toward him, a smaller figure trailing behind. The bigger kid, Ryan, stopped in front of him, the smile curving his lips wide with an unholy glee that he remembered far too well from the previous year when the little shit of a bully – sorry, energetic and strong-willed child – was in his second-grade class. 

“He called me the B-word!” Ryan declared, pointing at the younger boy, who tilted his head in confusion at Ryan before turning big blue eyes on Dean and shaking his head.

“Did not,” he said solemnly, and Ryan turned on him, looking like he was about to turn the argument physical. Dean stepped between them quickly, holding a hand out, and Ryan stopped his charge, a mulish expression on his face.

“He did! He’s lying! He called me the B-word!” Ryan shouted, his face red with the cold and with anger, and Dean sighed internally. 

“I'll deal with this, Ryan.” He crouched down to be at eye-level with the other boy, who met his gaze earnestly, bright blue eyes open and honest. “What's your name, buddy?”

“I'm Jack Novak, and I'm six years old,” Jack told him promptly, and Dean couldn't help but smile a little. Still, they really tried to discourage name-calling, so he smoothed his expression, going for serious but not threatening.

“Jack, did you call Ryan the B-word?” he asked, and again, Jack tilted his head to one side, a little like a kitten inspecting a bug for the first time.

Jack shook his head. 

“I promise I didn't, Mister Dean. My daddy told me I shouldn't lie to teachers.” Dean took a breath, sensing that Ryan was about to explode behind him, but Jack continued. “I called him an assbutt. That doesn't start with a B.”

~~

This is very much a WIP, with 8 chapters already, roughly 30K written so far. I've got a crap-ton of bangs to write, so this is the one that'll be going up as I work on those but can't share.

Read chapter 1 on AO3.

Part of my Embarrassing Things Kids Say series.

~~

Thanks to @nickelkeep and Ariadne for the beta!

#destiel #castiel #dean winchester #redamber79writes #profoundnet

[jemariel]

Falling With Style

By Jemariel

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 15,831

Tags: Wingfic, Dean has angel wings, Human Castiel in the Bunker, domestic fluff, wing grooming, flying lessons, love confessions, Cas has self-worth issues, first kiss/first time together, Profound Bond Gift Exchange: Hot Entity Summer

Written for the Profound Bond gift exchange for @eyesandwingsonlyafterdark !! I hope you enjoy 💙💚💖

Summary: Dean's facing a long summer cooped up in the bunker with nothing but his own brand new eight-foot angel wings for company. And Cas, of course. But the former angel is acting super weird about this whole thing, and Dean can't figure out why. He could sure use some help from the expert, though.

(In which Dean learns to fly, and Cas remembers what it's like.)

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Excerpt and tag list below the cut, let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my tag list!

On this particular Thursday, Dean finds Cas in the library. Deep in the stacks, in a section that mostly contains books on angel lore, as far as Dean knows. He’s got an armload already and is peering with great concentration at the cobwebby shelves.

Jackpot.

Dean sidles closer, winching his wings in tight as they’ll go so they don’t knock anything off the shelves (again). Be a shame to give away the game.

Closer… closer… years of practice keep his feet and breathing quiet until he can count the hairs on the back of Cas’s neck. And then, just as Cas is juggling his books from one arm to the other—

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

Cas jumps about a half a mile, and a dozen moth-eaten volumes go tumbling to the floor. Sam’s gonna kill him.

Worth it.

“Dean—” Cas exhales, a hand on his chest and murder in the set of his jaw. “What the hell are you doing?”

Dean grins and relaxes his wings a touch. “Just having a little fun,” he says, tongue between his teeth. For some reason, getting a rise out of Cas always gets him giddy. It’s like champagne bubbles under his skin, and ever since he sprouted these feathery intruders, that’s where he feels it the strongest. It’s like all the feathers are standing on end. It’s happened before. Like the time he pretended not to know or care about the Library of Alexandria for an entire hour, and Cas had gone on a righteously livid rant that left him flushed and sweaty. There’d been a chalkboard involved. Or the time Cas had wandered into the kitchen all pre-coffee grumpy in nothing but sweatpants while Dean was making eggs. That hadn’t exactly been Dean getting a rise out of him, but it gave him the goosebumps all the same.

Dean had chosen not to analyze it too closely.

With a glare in Dean’s direction, Cas crouches down to pick up the books, ruddy around the ears. It’s then—looking down at Cas’s head just below waist level—that Dean realizes just how close he’d positioned himself. His wings tingle harder, and his stomach does this funny little twist as he shuffles back to a more respectable distance. Suddenly, he has to swallow a whole mouthful of saliva and clear his throat before he can speak.

“Seriously, what are you doing back here?” he asks. Totally neutral. Completely normal.

Rising to his feet, Cas hands over one of the books. The spine looks like it’s decided to make a break for it, hanging on by a few bare horsehair threads. Dean actually feels bad for a minute before he reads the title.

“Alchemical Properties of Angelic Minutia? Sounds grim.”

Cas nods, still averting his gaze, fingering the dusty pages of a slim, gilt-edged volume. “I was hoping to uncover a solution to your… predicament.”

“Gabe said it would wear off on its own, right?”

One of Cas’s eyebrows climbs toward his hairline. “And you trust him?”

Dean snorts, handing the book back. “Not even half as far as I can throw him, but why would he lie about that?”

“I can think of a dozen reasons. But even assuming there is truth in that, why shouldn’t we try to”—he gestures vaguely with his laden arms—“encourage the process?”

Dean considers, crossing his arms as he leans against a bookshelf. The edge of the shelf digs into his bare bicep, and he shudders to think what kind of dust his feathers are picking up. “It’s not so bad,” he says. “Kinda grateful for the vacation.”

Cas squints at him in flat disbelief. “Dean, you have put up a protest every time Sam has left on a hunt for the last two months.”

“Yeah, well.” How does he explain this? “Netflix ain’t gonna binge itself, right? C’mon. I’ll make some popcorn.”

Cas nods vaguely as Dean slaps him on the shoulder and turns to escape the library. “Give me a moment to… reshelve these, I suppose.”

“That’s the spirit.”

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#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel wing fic #wing kink #human castiel #profoundnet #profound bond gift exchange round 10: hot entity summer

[nickelkeep]

Call

100-word drabble for @profoundnet's weekly Monday drabble challenge. This week is 'Call'

Dean stared at his cell. That stupid lyric from that stupid musical echoed through his head: Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes… A whole fucking year since he, Sam, and Jack dealt with Chuck. They had ended that chapter and started their endings.

But there was something, someone, missing.

Dean followed the same familiar steps: going to contacts, selecting a name, and hovering his thumb over the call button when something different happened. His phone rang. Quickly hitting answer, tears streamed down his cheeks when the voice that had haunted his dreams for the past year sounded.

“Hello, Dean.”

#profoundnet #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #post series fix-it #drabble

[aishitara]

PB 100 Prompt Fill - Update

(in which Charlie correctly interprets Dean's hesitation lol)

“Alright Winchester, spill!” Charlie says, voice unnecessarily loud for such an ungodly hour. Dean pulls the phone away from his ear with a wince. He hasn’t even had his coffee yet.

“Charlie, what —”

“I want an update! You stayed over, didn’t you?”

“Well yeah, but —”

“But nothing! Spill. The. Tea!”

Dean glances over his shoulder to where Cas is still lying asleep behind him on the bed, only his unruly hair poking out from under the comforter.

“Okay, Charles, keep it down.” He takes a breath. “We may have — uh.”

Charlie’s squeal could probably be heard on the freaking moon.

#pb100 #PB100 prompts #profoundnet #prompt fill #fic #fanfic #writing #my writing #mine #deancas #destiel #otp #drabble #drabbles #100 words exactly #dean POV #schmoop #2024 #2024 prompts #AU #update #charlie bradbury #she shows up sometimes

[prosopopeya]

Drabble Day 4: Memories

Prompt from @deancaskiss 's drabble challenge.

Dean's a good bed sharer; he's used to staying crammed on his side. Cas is a rough sleeper, and sometimes Dean gets woken up with an elbow in his face. (Which is probably why they keep rotating out who gets stuck with Cas.) 

He wakes up when the bed shakes as Cas rolls around; a few seconds later, he rolls over again, the bed squeaking. Cas's breath hits him in the back of the neck when he sighs, loud and frustrated. 

"You got problems?" Dean asks. Behind him, he can hear Cas regret waking him up.

"Sorry." 

He glances over his shoulder to see Cas, framed in the moonlight sneaking in through the gap in the curtains. Insomnia's not new for Cas--well, not for human!Cas. He looks apologetic for it, dropping his eyes to the bed.

Dean shifts over, and Cas lifts his arm so he can rearrange the blankets, and then they're facing each other. Their body heat creates this warm space in the bed between them, but Dean's face is just outside of it, where the overly cool air of the motel's AC almost stings.

"It's my--my thoughts. I can't get them to stop." 

Dean knows what that's like. Knows there isn't much anyone can say. Still, he tries to think of something, until he lands on a memory and huffs. "Too bad I can't help you the way you helped me." 

And then Dean--3-AM-not-thinking-things-through!Dean--reaches out and lightly touches Cas's forehead, a parody of Cas touching him, of Cas helping him to sleep. Dean's fingers linger longer than is probably wise, until he pulls his hand away, something anticlimactic about it. 

"You help," Cas says, then turns his eyes, pale blue in the dim light, up to Dean's.

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#dreamydrabble #dreamydrabbles #profoundnet #deancasfic #destielfic #dean pov #supernatural #a more profound bond #my fic #still not a drabble but it IS. becoming a series.

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

It’s always so loud in his dreams, and maybe that’s why Cas has trouble sleeping. At night, the bunker is pitch-black and completely silent, and while he’s exhausted every morning, at least he’s not haunted by endless visions of that which came before. 

He wishes this was easier.

The adjustment to being human has been like trying to claw his way out of a pit. It wasn’t enough to find out that they managed to save the world, after all, no more apocalypses and no more uncaring God, and it wasn’t enough to find himself awake in the Empty, rough hands he knew well wrapped around his wrists, pulling him to some semblance of safety. He’s not sure what will be enough. 

Right now, as he lies in bed, he contemplates his newfound humanity and freedom, and as he does, he notices small sounds in the silence. Most notable is Dean breathing beside him, fast asleep with his face mashed into his pillow. Dean still sleeps like the dead, still gets grumpy when you wake him up. Now, after a tear-stained welcome back, Cas is privy to those habits, among others. And there are other things, besides the man beside him, that Cas is privy to now. Everything is sharper, deeper, and it’s an adjustment, and it’s not easy, but it has to be worth it. 

It has to be. 

Slowly, the quiet, punctuated by Dean’s breath, lulls Cas back to sleep, and for once, he doesn’t dream at all. 

#pb100 #profoundnet #prompt: quiet #I am in the mood for This #offbeatwrites

[adromelke]

My first exchange ever! Hot Entity Summer gift for @manicpixiedeangirl66 who hopefully likes seedy motel rooms with no AC. Poor Cas had to get rid of some layers. Poor Dean had to witness it. And I assure you that there’s only one bed in the room..

#destiel #pbexchangehotentitysummer #castiel #dean winchester #profoundnet

[kitmistry]

crazy (guilty pleasure)

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Mature Warnings and Tags: Graphic Depiction of Violence, Pre-canon, canon divergence, serial killer AU, solo hunter Dean Winchester, photographer Castiel, tattooed Dean Winchester, tattooed Castiel, meet cute, long-distance relationship, minor character death, John Winchester's A+ parenting Word Count:  27451

Summary: Castiel hums. His hand leaves Dean’s thigh to twist his fingers through the rosary, inspecting it under the passing streetlights. “I used to believe in God.”

Dean watches his profile, lost to the darkness one second, illuminated the next, as the Impala rolls down the winding road. Castiel’s expression remains passive.

“What happened?” Dean asks.

Castiel’s lips thin. “Life,” he says simply and lets the rosary slip out of his hold. His hand finds its spot on Dean’s leg again except it slides higher this time.

Or while Sam is in Stanford and their father is god knows where, Dean gets a taste of freedom, but it might be more than he bargained for.

(Written for @profoundnet's PBExchange. The theme was 'throwback' and this was a gift for Depairt.)

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#profoundnet #destiel #spn fanfic #deancas fic #destiel fanfiction #kit writes

[eggchef]

fan theory: s15 castiel would let s1 dean hustle him in pool, s15 dean would try to get s4 castiel laid (unsuccessful). they are not the same. [gift for @Solstheimart for pbexchange ^>^]  

#supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #profoundnet #getting into a fandom 10 years late................Yeah That's Me Baby

[zybynarx]

A drawing I did for the Profound Bond Gift Exchange this round (which also comes with a fic)!

The theme was "Throwback" and as I read the sort of wishlist my gift person sent, this idea immediately popped into my head. It was super fun to draw and write this, and you would not believe how many times I listened to "Sh-Boom" by The Chords on repeat to keep my creative muse happy. 🤣🤣🤣

If you want to join us in more fun destiel themed events like this one, or just chat with a group of awesome destiel fans, come join the Profound Bond Discord server!

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #profoundnet #PBExchangeThrowback #50s theme #50s aesthetic #fanart #zy art #also a special shout out to my sis and bro-in-law for being reference models for this pose 😍

[imbiowaresbitch]

Places I'll Remember

When Jack and Dean manage to get Cas out of the Empty, Dean is swamped with emotion. More than anything, he wants to tell Cas how he feels, but since the moment they defeated Chuck, Dean hadn't managed to speak a single word in another's hearing, except for Miracle's. He wants to tell Cas that he feels the same, but panic steals his voice every time he tries, and Cas has his own grief to navigate after an eternity in the Empty's grasp.

But in the end, Dean and Cas do share a more profound bond.

~~

Dean welcomed Cas back from the Empty with a desperate hug. He'd fought his way through the darkness to find him, and when Jack hauled them out, Dean pulled Cas into his arms, shaking with fear and long-delayed grief finally given an outlet. Cas felt frail in his arms, pain etched onto his face, his blue eyes haunted. Dean tried to hold back his tears, but it had been too long. He buried his face against Cas' shoulder and cried.

Jack had promised he was going to get Cas out, but he had to rebuild and stabilise Heaven before he could expend that kind of power, God or not. Dean had waited. Not patiently, hell no. But finally, Jack had come to him at the bunker, and they went to get Sam and Eileen from California for backup. And that was all they could be. Only Dean could get Cas out. Courtesy of what Cas had called their profound bond. 

Because Dean was the one who needed him back most of all.

As Dean held onto Cas, both of them trembling, he thought back. He'd lost Cas a year and a half earlier. Eighteen months and a week, to be exact. Sometimes he wondered if he'd imagined everything Cas had said. He still didn't know what he was going to do about it all. He couldn't think about it until Cas was back. Too many what-ifs. How could he even consider the possibilities of – the potential, when he didn't know for sure that he'd get Cas back?

Cas lifted his head from Dean's shoulder and met Dean's eyes. There was so much emotion on his face, and Dean tried to speak, to say anything, but of course, found his words caught in his throat. As they stared, Jack barrelled into them, and Cas' arms shifted to wrap around his son. His eyes slipped shut, and Dean saw him start to cry.

Dean rested his hand on Cas' shoulder, fighting against the lump in his throat, but even as he opened his mouth to say something – anything – panic rose up and stole his voice. 

Cas met his gaze over Jack's shoulder, and Dean pleaded with Cas with his eyes, begging him to understand his silence wasn't by choice. He managed a low grunt, but no more, and Cas' eyes turned back to Jack.

But not before Dean saw the flash of hurt there.

~~

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Many thanks to @cr-noble-writes for the beta, and to @nickelkeep and @bleuzombie for helping with a sensitivity read! Much love!

#destiel #castiel #dean winchester #redamber79writes #profoundnet #mute dean winchester

[aishitara]

PB 100 Prompt Fill - Brush

Dean fell off a horse, once.

What he was doing on it in the first place was irrelevant. The point was: hitting the ground like that had knocked the breath out of him so bad Dean could’a swore he’d been kicked in the throat.

It’s nothing compared to the beating his heart takes when he touches the fan of Cas’ eyelashes with the tips of his fingers, the barest tender brush against skin.

“You’re here,” Dean whispers, a tear spilling down his cheek. “You’re back.”

Tears leak from Cas’ smiling eyes, too. “So I am,” he says with a laugh.

#pb100 #PB100 prompts #profoundnet #prompt fill #fic #fanfic #writing #my writing #mine #deancas #destiel #otp #drabble #drabbles #100 words exactly #old #canonverse #dean POV #2023 #2023 prompts #fix-it #cas out of the empty #reunions #schmoop

[prosopopeya]

Drabble Day 12: Date

Prompt from @deancaskiss 's drabble challenge. I missed the last 3 days of the challenge so will post the remaining drabbles tonight as I finish them up!

Dean spent a while during this hunt trying to decide if they'd ever had a hunt at a zoo before. They must've, right? Though, he guesses, this is less a zoo but not quite an aquarium either, and tonight it also happens to be a wedding venue, which is maybe another first. Have they ever had to solve a thing during a wedding? 

Luckily, it all went fine. Killed the bad guy, saved the otters. Sam's reporting to the bride's family because he didn't fall into the marsh; Dean and Cas are mostly not dripping on the walkway in the cypress swamp exhibit, this two-story glass-walled room filled with different authentic habitats, trees and plants, tanks for fish and turtles to swim around in. A bird ruffles its feathers somewhere, flies by them, mostly a shadow because the sun's setting outside, sending orange and pink light filtering in over the water. 

"You think a bird ever poops on someone?" Dean asks, but when he turns around, Cas is-- 

Cas has mud dried on his forehead, and his shirt is still drying in patches, and he's watching the turtles with the sunset playing on his face, and he's got that look that makes Dean glad he's here, and makes Dean a little less terrified that one day Cas is going to decide he hates being human and run away. 

The wedding music trickles in, soft and gentle, and the song switches now to something slow. An idea pops into Dean's head, and when the follow-up thought isn't an immediate fear seizure that Sam could walk in, Dean decides that's all the green light he needs.

"Hey." He slips his hand into Cas's and pulls him away from the edge of the walkway, tugs him smoothly into Dean's arms if Dean says so himself. Before he starts them moving, Cas tilts his head, still smiling lightly, and Dean holds onto that for a second because it doesn't look much different from how Cas had been watching the animals and nature or whatever, except maybe it's a little warmer. 

Dean hasn't danced with someone in so long that he absolutely forgets how you're supposed to do it, but they manage anyway, with Cas leaning into him, smelling of salt water and sludge, as the sun sets outside.

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#dreamydrabble #dreamydrabbles #profoundnet #deancasfic #destielfic #dean pov #supernatural #a more profound bond #my fic #shout out to the virginia living museum which is a gorgeous wedding venue #(tho not where i got married)