#dean/cas + the flower of free will

[shallowseeker]

Happy "It's-- amazing. You did-- amazing," Monday!

"It's-- amazing. You did-- amazing."

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Do you even realize how amazing you are to me?

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15x09 The Trap (Text Attributions// Supernatural scripts here via @spnscripthunt. Transcripts are located here via SPNWiki. Visit their Tumblr to donate.)

#days of the week script celebrations #spn days of the week #dean + the symbolic giving of the heart #dean/cas + the love got a little smushed #dean/cas + the flower of free will #dean + the imperfect dream #dean/cas + trial separation #dean/cas + the choosing to weather the storm together #spn 15x09 #spn the trap #i know how to Q

[inacatastrophicmind]

Suptober23, day 4: Nimbus

Most times, Cas worked alone in the garden. It wasn’t that Dean didn’t like the garden, quite the contrary, actually, he loved it, but he didn’t have Cas’ green thumb, no matter how much Cas insisted that Dean was good with plants; after all, he had helped Cas plant most of the flowers, bushes and trees that made their garden back then when they were reforming their house. He couldn’t deny that he had some basic knowledge about gardening, mostly thanks to Cas’ lessons, but Cas was the gardener and the expert.

Still, Dean sometimes joined Cas, mostly when Cas needed a helping hand or when he wanted to show Dean something, but most of the times, Dean didn’t intervene in Cas’ work in the garden, wanting to give his husband a space of his own, just like Cas barely interrupted Dean when he was in the kitchen, because he knew it was a space for Dean. And if either of them wanted each other’s company or any extra help, they knew that all they had to do was just say the words.

But every now and then, when Dean didn’t have any pending tasks, he liked to sit by the porch and watch how Cas worked. On days when he knew Cas was going to take quite a long time but required no help, Dean grabbed a book and let himself sink into the story while he heard the soothing and constant noises that Cas made as he worked on the garden. And every time he was done with a chapter, he lifted his eyes to look at Cas, who noticed Dean’s stare and grinned at him. Naturally, Dean always grinned back.

Today instead, Dean was leaning against the railing, watching Cas with a smile on his face, knowing that his husband would soon be finishing. He was carefully tying the last of the rose stems around the poles, assuring that the shrub roses would have the support they needed once they grew bigger. He had a concentrated face as he did that, but Dean could spot a happy smile drawn on his chapped lips.

Beers in hand, Dean decided to approach Cas. It was a hot day, and he was sure Cas would appreciate something cold. But before he could reach him, Cas finished tying the las stem and he turned around to greet Dean, a bright smile quickly appearing on his lips as their eyes met.

Dean stopped his feet as he looked at Cas, taken aback by the way the sunlight casted a nimbus of bright light, making it seem like he had a visible halo, warming up his features, making Cas look even more beautiful than he already was.

He looked more angelic than he had ever been in spite of being human now.

“Do I have dirt on my face?” Cas asked, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to his side.

As his head moved, the effect of the sunlight halo quickly faded away, but Cas still looked beautiful, even with the smudge of dirt on his cheek.

“Yeah, you do,” Dean said as he chuckled. He removed the small distance in between them and then lifted his free hand to cup Cas’ jaw so his thumb could wipe the smudge. “There you go, you beautiful mess.”

Cas rolled his eyes but he snorted before Dean leaned in to kiss him. Dean couldn’t see it, but the sun was once again making it look as if Cas had a halo, only this time, the glowing light spread to Dean too.

#Destiel #suptober23 #castieldelamancha #tuserpris #otp: i need you #my writing

[runraerun]

A Destiel concept: Dean trying to question one of those flower salesmen that work street corners, but he won’t give up the information for free so Dean has to keep buying roses off of the guy before he gets the full story.

Then Cas pops by immediately after like “so what did you learn?” And Dean just hands him like an armful of roses to just get them out of his hands so he can text Sammy, and casually gives Cas the 411 as he does, thinking nothing of it.

But Cas is like ❤️👄❤️‼️🚨🚨🚨 because he thinks, ‘oh this is a human tradition to show romantic interest?!?!? Dean just gave him *roses*, and Castiel knows every language, including the language of flowers, and that means ✨romantic love✨, clearly. and gift giving is also very romantic and something you do in relationships, correct?!?! and omg he needs to contact a Cupid right now so he can verify.

Dean’s clueless ofc.

#misunderstandings are my weakness #Destiel #Dean Winchester #supernatural #spn #castiel #Cas #deancas #headcanon

[impala67-cnk]

Making another post because why not !! / / This post is: What would Cas, Dean, And Sam do if you were sad.🫶🏻

- 🥧 Dean : :

• He would ask you what your favorite food is (and proceed to make it for you when he finds out)

• Give you some his casette tapes (preferably one of your favorite bands/or artist) so that you could listen to that to calm you down.

• He would let you rant to him about what’s going on with you

• And if yall were together or even just platonically he would cuddle you.

- 🪽 Castiel : :

• He would most definitely rent you your favorite movie. (DEFINITELY SOMETHING HE WOULD YOU CANT DENY IT)

• He would wrap you up with his wings if he could and maybe he soothe you to take a nap, maybe even use some of his grace to help you relax some more.

• When he sees you cry he’d ask you your favorite kind of flower and go outside or even across the country to get you the flowers

• He would learn how to braid your hair , just so he could braid it .

- 🫎 Sammy : :

• He would offer to massage your back (because let’s be honest here he would give great back massages)

• He would lay you down in your bed, wrap you up in a blanket and read you one his books to help you fall asleep.

• He would give you one of his flannels for you to wear for the week, because he loves seeing you in his clothes.

• He would let you style his hair (BECAUSE HIS HAIR IS LONGGGGG)

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- 🗡️ I hope you liked that!! this is one of my first times posting here in tumblr so feedback would be great, and if yall want to give me some suggestions on what to do next feel free!!

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #castiel #wholesome

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 2 - Great Eggs-pectations

A fluffy little epilogue to last year's Fowl Play series, in which Dean and Cas take a big scary exciting step together as husbands and farmers.

Suptober prompt: Pumpkin Patch

(Read on AO3)

“Son of a bitch,” Dean hisses, careful to keep his voice too soft to reach the ears of his son, who's happily engrossed in killing some video game demons in the next room. He sighs and tosses his pen across the kitchen table. The terrifyingly official form laid out in front of him is pristine, untouched.

“Do you really think we can pull this off, babe?” he asks his husband for the fifth time in an hour. “We've been gettin' by alright just doing the farmer's market every week, and the pumpkin patch and the hay rides and stuff here every fall. What if we go all in on opening up this store and it flops?”

Even though he would be well within his rights at this point to roll his eyes or snap at Dean to just fill out the damn form already, Cas simply takes his hand and gives him a soft smile. “I never said it would be easy, darling,” he murmurs. “There are no guarantees for us in this life, of course. But we've gotten nothing but encouraging feedback about our plan from our customers at the market, the loan manager at the bank, our family, friends, loved ones... People are excited for us to open. I'm ready to make the leap. Will you leap with me?”

Dean looks into fathomless blue eyes and feels his world wobble on its axis. It's a familiar sensation, the dizzy wash of love and abject gratitude that he feels whenever he realizes once again that this is his life now: his gorgeous husband, their wonderful son, this thriving farm. It's been over a year since he's touched a gun, and even then he was using it to ping empty soup cans out back with Jack. The last time he bought a bag of rock salt, it was for their old-fashioned hand-cranked ice cream maker.

He's a retired hunter. He's a loving husband. He's a father. He's a farmer. He's alive, and he's here, and he's happy, so fucking happy. It feels dangerous to try for more, greedy. And no matter how hard he works to bury them, those old feelings of being a fraud refuse to lay down and stay dead. Does Dean Winchester deserve to thrive like this? Surely not.

He gulps, feeling the hot sting of tears behind his eyes. Cas stands, then tugs on their still-joined hands to pull him to his feet as well. Then he's being held, snug and warm in his beloved's strong arms. He rests his head on Cas's shoulder and breathes out as his tears begin to flow.

“Don't worry,” comes a whisper in his ear. “I've got you.”

“I know, baby,” he replies hoarsely. “I've got you,too.”

He pulls away just far enough to plant a soggy kiss on his husband's cheek.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” he says. “It's gotta be rotten work.”

“Not to me,” comes the reply with a quirk of those full lips. “Not if it's you.”

Dean huffs a laugh and swipes at his eyes with his free hand. “Okay,” he says firmly. “We're doing it. This is happening. We're gonna open our own little store. We're gonna sell honey and eggs and flowers and preserves, and your knitting and Jack's pipe cleaner spiders with the googly eyes and my hand pies, and it's gonna fucking rock. We're gonna pay back our small business loan and the mortgage on the storefront, and we're gonna put money aside for Jack for if he decides to go to college in a few years. And in the fall we'll have pumpkins and apple cider donuts and horseshoes and hay rides and the corn maze and make-your-own scarecrows. We're doing this.” As he speaks, he feels his own words buoying him up, filling him with a surge of confident energy. He sees this energy reflected back to him in his husband's gaze.

“Yes, love, we are,” comes the certain reply. The expression on Cas's beautiful face is resolute. He looks every inch the avenging angel he once was. Dean can never resist teasing him a little bit when he gets his serious face on like that.

“It's gonna be take a lotta elbow grease, though. You know?” Dean says with a grin. “We're gonna have to... work around the cluck.”

Cas does roll his eyes then, and shove him away. Dean goes with the push and pivots back into his seat at the table. Reaching for his pen, he fills out the top line in neat caps: FOWL PLAY FARMS MARKET.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff #suptober23 #day 2

[castieldelamancha]

This secluded spot in the forest glows beautifully under the full moon's light that filters through the dense canopy above their heads, tall trees make finding a clear path impossible, their roots a constant obstacle threatening to make him stumble and fall. Any other day, at any other time, he would have even considered this place perfect for a walk and a picnic. However, Dean doesn't have the time to stop and wonder in the beauty of it all right now. His lungs burn as he keeps running, muscles protesting, his gun ready in his hands. Of course the demon working with the witches they came here for would recognize them, of course he would think it would be a good idea to convince the witches of using Cas as a sacrifice for their latest ritual. He hisses as a nearby branch cuts the skin of his forearm open.

He keeps going, though, he has to make it. He can't be late. They already lost a precious amount of time trying to figure out the spot where the witches were going to meet tonight. He can here Sam's heavy footsteps behind him, he hisses his name, probably trying to get Dean to stop, or at least slow down so they can discuss a way to proceed that doesn't involve going in, guns blazing and no plan to escape if things go wrong.

Dean is way past that right now, he is sick with worry, he is angry they dared to harm his family, he is too aware of Castiel's humanity too.

It all goes so fast, once Dean see an opening in the sea of trees, he can hear the chants, growing louder and louder as they approach the clearing, he can see the light of a fire, taste its smoke in the air around them. He runs even faster, it can't be too late, he can't lose Cas now. Dean doesn't know how it happens but he is suddenly standing in the middle of the clearing , breathing heavily, surrounded by dead bodies, he can see Sam out of the corner of his eye, trying to regain his breath too as he puts away his gun, still keeping an eye on their surroundings. And Dean thinks that's great because all he can think of right now is Castiel.

He rushes to where Cas is lying on the tall grass, tied up and naked from the waist up, eyes closed. Surrounded by purple flowers that dance with the breeze and fill the air all with their essence, he isn't moving.

Dean calls his name, his voice growing desperate, his hands trying to get rid of the ropes around his wrists, they are trembling slightly as he reaches for his knife to cut them, "c'mon cas, c'mon" he mutters under his breath. Once Cas' arms and legs are free he gathers him in his arms, hugging him tightly against his chest, rocking the both of them gently, back and forth. He is glad he is kneeling on the ground already, because he feels his legs trembling with relief as Castiel lets out a small groan. He moves back, still holding onto Cas, enough to see his face, searching it for any wounds. Castiel squints at him and Dean can tell he already has a headache from Hell, he kisses Cas right between his eyes, letting his nose slide down against Cas'.

A tear escapes his eye, it doesn't go far, as a thumb is there to catch it, followed by a soft, whispered, "Dean."

" 'm right here," he presses his lips against Castiel's forehead, unbothered by the streak of dirt on his skin, "it's over." He doesn't quiet know if he is clinging so tight for Cas' or his own benefit, but soon enough Cas has gathered enough strength to hug back just as tightly.

#misión de resCASte jejeje #lo siento 😔 #destiel #ficlet #one little silly ficlet s dayyyyyy from me to youuuuuuu✨🎶 #long post #tuserpris

[salchat]

Tulips - Secret Flowers part 4

“You need to rest your arm or you’ll make it worse,” said Cas, in a rush, like he knew Dean was going to be pissed but he was damn well saying it anyway.

Dean was pissed.

He strummed a loud, snapping chord, the notes flattened and dull because he wasn’t strong enough to hold the strings down properly.

“Fuck.”

“Dean-”

“No, Cas. You don’t need to say it. You’re right.” He let the guitar rest in his lap and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re fucking right and I fucking know it.”

Cas leant toward him, his arm sliding around Dean’s back and then rubbing up and down between his shoulder blades. “You have to give it time,” he said. “Do the exercises you were given.”

“Not push it. Yeah, I know. I know. Fuck.”

“And maybe not blame yourself?”

Dean huffed a soft, bitter laugh. “It was my fault.”

“It was the ghost’s fault. And not even that, really. She couldn’t help going vengeful.”

“No, which puts it back at my fault.”

“Dean.”

“I should never have gone hunting.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t need to act like you deserve this, like it’s a punishment.”

“It might as well be.”

“It’s not. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve to be punished. You don’t deserve to be hurt, Dean.”

Your fault. Your failure. Suck it up, Dean. Take your punishment like a man. Take what you deserve.

Why did it always come back? Just when he was feeling low. Just when Dean thought he’d never hear it again, there it was, his Dad’s voice, spewing out all that shit that Dean had believed for years and years. And maybe he still believed it, deep down. Maybe he’d never really be free.

A touch to his chin drew his head around, to meet with the blue searchlights, twin beams shining right down inside him, lighting up all those dark corners.

“You don’t deserve it, Dean. Do you?”

There was no place to hide when Cas looked at him like that. The ghost of John Winchester dissolved into salt-and-burn smoke and drifted away.

Dean licked his dry lips. “No.”

The searchlights shone and shone – with warmth and also with quite a bit of affectionate exasperation.

“No,” Dean said louder. “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to be hurt.”

Cas’s beautiful lips relaxed and the corners began to stretch toward a smile. “And what are you going to get, whether you deserve it or not?”

Dean twanged his high E string and watched as it fuzzed with vibrations and then cleared into one string again.

“Dean?” Cas’s voice held laughter, but he wouldn’t laugh at Dean’s embarrassment. Not yet, anyway.

“Love,” Dean mumbled.

“Yes,” said Cas. “That is the right answer.”

Read on AO3

#supernatural #fanfic #secret flowers #destiel

[mishapocalyse]

OR how about Dean actually doing a whole LARP experience with Charlie on one of his days off hunting, and he convinces Cas, Sam, (and/or his gf, the reader) to go with him. He’s a cute little dork, :’) — 🧸

Dean, Your Majesty Awaits

Description: Charlie takes Castiel and the Winchesters to a Renaissance Fair. Unbeknownst to them, the reader is the queen, Charlie's best friend and Dean's significant other.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None.

Note: Under the 500 word prompt. I really really enjoyed this one!

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“I do not understand this activity.” Castiel prompted as per usual when he did not fully comprehend what human hobby he was partaking in.

Charlie chuckled as she stood to fix his wears, adjusting the sword strapped to his hip. Dean Winchester strolled in with Sam, holding a large plate of food in which Charlie picked from to Dean’s dismay.

“Ay, get your own!” He yelled.

“Better finish that quickly, D. Show’s about to start.” Charlie clapped her hands and strode towards the opening of the tent.

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Charlie, The Winchester’s and Cas all stood in front of the large wooden stage shaded with a much larger red tent, decorated with gold trim and flowers of all kinds. Four men dressed from head to toe in armor stood poised in front, swords digging into the red clay mixed with dirt and wood chips.

Another man came to the front, facing the crowd as he cleared his throat, arm raising to silence the crowd of other larper’s.

“Oi! Will all of ye shut thy trap’s and face the front!” He hollered.

Charlie, glanced over at her friends who all stared back at her, giving the same expression.

“What’s up his ass?” Dean asks, Charlie nudges him to shut up.

“We are in the presence of many of warriors, but in the presence of no kings! Our king was befallen to a dark night and fell into the grasp of death leaving our widowed Queen to rule alone. We fight for her hand and rightful place by her side! Who will succeed? Who will only perish on this day? Go! Ready your men as we will strike soon!” Bellows the man dressed in the royal colors.

Music plays as everyone murmurs while the sea of people separate. Dean’s eyes widen as he laid his gaze onto you, his girlfriend, dressed in royal garb.

“Is that?”

“Yes, Dean. This is why I dragged you here.” Charlie answered.

Your eyes caught his as he pushed through the people to get to you. He was blocked by the knights.

“Speak thy name, filthy mudsnipe. What says you to even dare to whisper to thy Queen?” The knights question Dean who rolled his eyes.

Another man approaches and stands in front of the guards.

“Hey buddy. You can’t just walk up to the Queen. You know the rules. Besides, its our team that’s going to win.” He sneers.

Dean opens his mouth to say something when you pushed the knights aside.

“He is my secretary, the right hand man to my royal round table. He and his men may enter my quarters.

“But they-i.”

“Nothing more-let them pass.” You ordered.

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Dean still partook in the fighting, you watched him wack people out of the way. Charlie ate from the food table, free for you and your men to eat. By the end, Dean and Charlie’s team did in fact lose when Dean was the only one still around. A whole team had to be left to even decide.

It was time to choose the man and team that would run beside you for the next season. Sighing you slipped open the envelope while wandering eyes stared up at you on your throne.

The envelope did indeed read the White Raven Clan, and the leading man who heckled your boyfriend earlier. You looked over at the leader who ogled you from a distance. Then back to Dean who leaned against the railing a bruise forming on his face, a little blood from his nose from playing around too hard with everyone.

You knew you shouldn’t do this, but you were the one who ran the events in your community, and by far this was Dean’s second one and the first one that you and him had been together at.

So why not bend the rules a bit?

You threw the envelope into the fire pit that sat next to you turning chicken and stood up abruptly.

“You, the single man who stands in front of me. The lone warrior who single-handedly fought alone in the end. I hereby decree that you shall continue to stand by my side, not only as my right hand, nor my secretary, but my King and betrothed, brave sir.” You holler as a fury of claps and hoots sounded. You exited the stage shortly after they crowned Dean.

“Hey, where’d Y/N go?” He asked Charlie who smiled.

“Dean, your Majesty waits for you in her private quarters. Give her hell.” She laughs, slapping him on the back, his crown slightly tilting down.

“I love this place.”

#jensen ackles #jensen ackled #spn #supernatural #askmishapoc #spn supernatural #supernatural spn #spn fandom #dean x reader #castiel supernatural #charlie bradbury #sam #sam winchester

[alpacasandravens]

post-canon fix it where cas comes back from the empty and dean’s still dead. Jack was doing some reorganizing upstairs and conveniently let cas slip back down to earth, Grace in a bottle around his neck. and he wakes up and he looks around and there’s nobody there. so he finds a payphone and he calls dean. no answer. he calls dean’s other cell, and his other other cell. no answer. he tries Sam’s phone and Sam picks up on the fourth ring. “everyone who has this number is dead,” he says. “who are you.”

and cas explains and Sam comes to get him and takes him home. not to the bunker, to his and Eileen’s house in town. the bunker is up and running, and they keep it stocked and clean, but hunts are less and less frequent now chuck’s gone. Sam’s on the county council and the school board. Eileen runs a kickboxing class. and three years ago, Dean died in a barn.

Sam explains that it had been chuck’s last gasp, a vamp hunt designed solely to gank him, and that Jack hadn’t been able to stop him writing in time. Billie, also back and free of chuck’s manipulation, says she couldn’t help even if she wanted to. heaven’s gone. reapers just bring the souls to the metaphorical pearly gates, they can’t go inside. dean is dead, and this time it’s for good.

Sam and cas and Eileen live. and they grow and they mourn dean - though sam and Eileen did most of this mourning three years ago, while for cas the grief is fresh and new. they set cas up a little granny flat in the shed out back, and he plants flowers in the yard. Sam adopts, a little shifter boy that reminds him far too much of how they couldn’t save Bobby John all those years ago. cas gets a job at the library. life goes on.

cas has lost his love and his son on the same day, and he wasn’t there for either of them. and he’s not really a part of the life sam and Eileen are building for themselves, even if he does help out on a hunt every now and then and even if their kid does call him uncle cas. Claire drops by for a visit, tells him she and Kaia are getting a courthouse marriage and he will be one of the witnesses. life goes on.

until one day sam gets another call. dean’s back. jack’s with him, gave up his power. something about dean convincing him the life worth living was the one down on earth. dean’s Heaven had come unplugged with chuck’s computer, turned into a purgatory-like, twisted version of itself he had only just managed to escape. and he’s realized that things might suck on earth, but being alive was still a hell of a lot better than being dead.

and dean’s alive and jack’s alive but neither of them have been in so long that they don’t know how to be, and cas has been without them for so long that he doesn’t know how to fit them into his life, only that he has to. and the fic ends with dean and Jack opening Sam’s front door, and Jack seeing cas for the first time since everything went down, and saying, “hi, dad.”

#sorry to write fic in a tumblr post I am just having emotions and thinking thoughts!!! #spn #destiel #castiel

[mittensmorgul]

so the tnt loop is looping around toward the end of s8, and it hit me again: I don’t think that Metatron sheltered HIMSELF so completely that he’d never even heard of the Winchesters. I think Chuck... bubble-ized him. I mean... this is a guy whose spent millennia collecting humanity’s stories for himself. I’m literally watching the scene where he explains it:

DEAN: So you have been holed up here, or, or, or in a wigwam, or before that in some cave, listening to stories, reading books?

METATRON: (grinning) And it was something to watch. What you brought to His Earth, all the mayhem, the murder. Just the raw, wild invention of God's naked apes... it was mind-blowing. But really... really, it was your storytelling. That is the true flower of free will. At least as you've mastered it so far. When you create stories, you become gods, of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves. So many worlds! I have read... as much as it's possible for an angel to read, and I haven't caught up.

Sam especially judges him HARD for this, for burying himself in narratives while “his kind” caused so much havoc on Earth. Metatron apparently hadn’t even heard of Kevin Tran, who Dean holds up as one of the Real People who have been harmed, and whose stories are what Metatron should be caring about. And that name also apparently doesn’t ping anything for Metatron. I thought all angels were supposed to have the prophets names etched into their brains or something (per Cas from 5.19, but also the fact only the current generation is there, the NEXT generation won’t be added until they are born, also per Cas from 8.07).

So... this makes me want to believe that Chuck... flipped a couple of switches in Metatron when he left Heaven. Like, oh, you’re gonna leave your post? Okay then, I’m gonna cut you out of the loop then. Or maybe Metatron even did it to himself, deliberately NOT wanting to know the Heaven situation... but I have a harder time reconciling that. I mean, he was HIDING, and on the RUN from Heaven, attempting to avoid imprisonment and torture for the information he knew about the tablets. I don’t think he’d want to be cut off from angel radio so entirely that he missed a decade of chatter about the Winchesters, the Apocalypse, and especially the fact that a supposed Prophet of the Lord was novelizing all of it. I mean... you’d think if he’d known, the same way Cas casually did in 4.18 like every angel knew all of this and it was entirely obvious information, that Metatron would’ve dropped everything else and read those books at the very least. But apparently not...

That seems like information that an angel attempting to hide himself on Earth to avoid angels for his own safety would’ve picked up on. You know. For his own safety.

Angels are all over the earth? End times? Catastrophic events left and right? Demons everywhere? And he was just... unaware of all of it? Assumed Michael and Lucifer were even still relevant playing pieces on the board and not both locked back in the cage after the apocalypse failed. Like.... HOW did he miss this even if he didn’t pick it up directly from angel radio? It really does feel like Chuck deliberately kept him shielded from all of this. Like Chuck MADE HIM into the weird lil guy he became.

Which leads me to point 2. We never knew what the results of the Hell Trials really would have been. Metatron said the Angel Fall Event wasn’t trials, but a spell. But it was built in the same way the Hell Trials were.

Sam went into the Hell Trials borderline delusionally hopeful that he could SURVIVE them. That was his goal on setting out (and why Dean worked so hard to save him when they learned Metatron had lied to them). And he KNEW what the description of the inevitable results of finishing the trials would be from the very first time Kevin ever told them about it: an eternity of being tortured, essentially. Sounds like something far worse than even the eternity in the Cage with Lucifer that Sam had signed himself up for in s5, yes? But WHY? Like, what would that eternal suffering accomplish?

And was that something Chuck wrote into the Hell tablet, or another addendum like the Angel Fall Spell added in by Metatron? We just don’t know. But I like to think Chuck knew full well that Metatron had added those unauthorized details for his own reasons, and that’s why Chuck helped him hide out, waiting for the time that he could bring Metatron out for his own narrative purposes. Just to see what would happen.

So yes, Sam and Dean decided for themselves in s8 to pull the Hell Trials. Their biggest act of hubris in all of canon, but it was like Chuck needed a plotline for s8 and started throwing tablets into their path, waiting for them to find the Scribe and drag him back into the story.

Anyway I’m about out of steam on this one. But there’s so many reasons metatron is my all time favorite spn villain. :’D

#spn 8.21 #i blame metadouche for everything including global warming and bee colony collapse #spn 4.18 #spn 5.19 #spn 8.07 #chuck's process #heaven hell purgatory and the empty

[chocolatecakecas]

so tell us about the destiel post canon farm please??

they fix up an old farm house and they have a nice little plot of land and grow things like tomatoes and zucchini and carrots and lettuce and of course a flower garden too. and they have some ducks and a goat and a horse and bunnies. and cas has a hive and he keeps bees too. and they sell some of their vegetables and honey at the local farmers market and dean fixes up neighbors' tractors and trucks and cas works part time at the local library and they sit on their porch in rocking chairs in the evening and dance in their little kitchen. and for the first time in a long time dean has a home of his own that he helped rebuild with his own two hands. and they're both in wide open skies tending to the land and animals and each other and build a little life finally free both literally and figuratively. okay? okay.

see tag for more mwah<3

#you must understand its true and perhaps one of the best outcomes okay. idk i just it makes me insane #i have written a fic. but she shall never see the light of day probably #but i shant reveal all the details so vague farm endgame is what you get #they have a little life and wide open skies

[wormstacheangel]

Suptober Day 11: Drag

Dean’s favorite day of the week was Saturday. It was usually his busiest day considering Charlie's bookstore held a bunch of Queer events that day and his cafe gave discounts on every purchase but he couldn’t wait for that day to come back around. 

If he stood by the display food he could get a view of the reading area where every Saturday morning, just about brunch time, there was a Drag Queen Story Hour for the kids. It was a big community effort that they got the place so crowded but just about a month ago, the most beautiful man started to show up with his kid. 

Dean’s only interaction with him was taking his order of an iced mocha cold brew while his daughter ordered an iced hot chocolate, chocolate milk at this point. He knew the little girl’s name was Claire but the handsome Dad has remained a mystery. Same order, cake pop and all, and then they will disappear until next Saturday. 

This time though, Dean was determined to make a little bit of small talk with the hot dad. Maybe slip in his number with a free slice of pie. There was never a ring on his finger so there was no harm in a little flirting with the single dad.

“Dean!” Someone whispered close beside him before he felt a slight pinch on his side, making him jump just a little. “Hot Dad is walking this way.”

Dean met the familiar gaze from across the room, watching as he was being pulled right over to the cafe area of the bookstore. 

Another pinch from Jo is all he needed to stumble his way over to the register, his gaze never dropping until Dean could let out a stupid breathless, “Hi.”

Hot Dad smiled back before saying hello back. “Um, Claire wanted her snack first this time.”

“Oh!” Dean picked up the plastic kid-sized cup, writing Claire’s name with little flowers around it. “Iced hot chocolate for Claire, right?” Dean addressed the little five-year-old who gave him a thumbs up before quickly adding the extra whip cream with a serious look that Dean matched. Then Dean looked back at Hot Dad, “And what name should I write on your Dad's cup?”

“Oh, um, I’m her Uncle actually but just Cas is fine.” Cas then looked at Dean’s name tag before looking back up at him with a shy but devastatingly handsome smile. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean winked at the man writing his number down beside Cas’ name, “Heya, Cas.”

#suptober22 #wormstachewrites #if youre reading this i was gonna make jimmy the drag queen

[becauseofthebowties]

Here I am with a huge THANK YOU to everyone who participated in my 6k follower milestone & 10-year tumblrversary celebration!!! I was once again blown away by all your incredible creations, and so grateful that so many of you chose to share your talent and creativity with the fandom during this event, you’re all AMAZING!!! 💖💖💖

This round-up post lists all the wonderful creations that were posted for this event, so please check them all out and support your local content creators by reblogging them if you haven’t already! You can also find all of these in my #bowties6k tag on my blog if that’s easier.

🎀 Day 1: cowboys // joy // pink

tombstone destiel gifset by @chrrispine regarding dean gifset by @winchestergifs pink s13 destiel gifset by @heartcastiel pink destiel + ‘heaven can wait’ edit by @savingpeople-huntingthings pink spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind pink happy tfw2.0 gifset by @seasononesam pink cowboy garth gifset by @xofemeraldstars pink tombstone destiel + ‘cowboy like me’ gifset by @bebecas pink castiel gifset by @castheology pink dean + cowboys ‘john wayne’ amv by @carveredlund pink happy cowboys destiel art by @haloedmoon pink kissing cowboys destiel art by @faithlesshunter pink cowboy dean ‘stripper’ eurovisionatural art by @solarcas pink tombstone destiel gifset by me

🎀 Day 2: broadwaynatural // angels // blue

blue castiel + angelic tropes gifset by @lengthofropes blue destiel + ‘ten minutes ago’ (cinderella) gifset by @greatcometcas winchesters + ‘wait for it’ (hamilton) edit by @accountantcas castiel + ‘i wanna be your slave’ gifset by @angelfishofthelord ‘that’s not my name: castiel edition’ gifset by @chrrispine destiel + ‘touch me’ (spring awakening) gifset by @winchestergifs dean + ‘without you’ (rent) gifset by @bebecas blue spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind dean + ‘soldier & rose’ (ghost quartet) gifset by @seasononesam blue angel cas + ‘the way back’ (jekyll & hyde) edit by @lunacastiel blue angels gifset by @xofemeraldstars blue castiel holy terror gifset by @castheology 'angels are watching over you...‘ destiel art by @abidraws destiel + ‘til him’ (the producers) gifset by @agentplant s4 destiel (cas pov) + ‘defying gravity’ (wicked) gifset by me

🎀 Day 3: siblings // home // green

green max & alicia banes gifset by @greatcometcas sam & dean swan song gifset by @winchestergifs green spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind green sam & dean gifset by @seasononesam green cas & gabriel gifset by @xofemeraldstars sam & dean edit by @lunacastiel green 1901!cas gifset by @castheology sam & dean + rock, paper, scissors gifset by me

🎀 Day 4: parallels // falling // purple

spn destiel // our flag means death parallels gifset by @chrrispine spn destiel // teen wolf parallel gifset by @winchestergifs purple spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind purple spn pilot john/mary // sam/jess parallel gifset by @seasononesam purple emmanuel!cas // regarding dean parallel gifset by @xofemeraldstars purple rowena // sam falling parallel gifset by @altarofrowena spn destiel // gilmore girls parallel gifset by @solarcas purple claire in ladies drink free gifset by @castheology purple destiel +’gold rush’ parallel gifset by @bebecas spn destiel // good omens parallel gifset by @agentplant spn // the boys parallels gifset by me

🎀 Day 5: favorite episode(s) // flowers // red

spn ‘blood’ amv by @savingpeople-huntingthings red destiel fimm gifset by @xofemeraldstars red spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind red fan fiction gifset by @seasononesam hunteri heroici gifset by @chrrispine cas i’m no angel + red flowers edit by @lunacastiel lazarus rising gifset by @heartcastiel regarding dean gifset by @altarofrowena red castiel heaven and hell art by @solarcas favorite episodes compilation gifset by @winchestergifs favorite episodes compilation gifset by @bebecas favorite episodes compilation gifset by me

🎀 Day 6: minor character(s) // grief // gold

billie/rowena funeralia edit by @ulfie-by-osmosis missouri moseley gifset by @youre-only-gay-once claire & jody wayward sisters gifset by @winchestergifs gold charlie gifset by @chrrispine gold spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind special children gifset by @seasononesam ash gifset by @hailmaryfullofdeath gold castiel edit by @lunacastiel butch!claire art by @solarcas black creole benny art by @transbearbenny jody mills gifset by me

🎀 Mixed prompts

destiel + falling/grief/flowers + blue/gold/red art by @faithlesshunter

#thank you thank you THANK YOU AGAIN for participating <3333333 #i love you all <333 #i hope i didn't forget anyone or messed up a link but PLEASE tell me if i did!!! #bowties6k #spnedit #cowboycoven #spn #supernatural #mine #milestone #masterpost

[shallowseeker]

Levianthan blossoms as hearts

Leviathan blossoms as the heart of creation, ugly and born of destruction

The Leviathan blossoms ARE hearts. They're three-pronged hearts. Wrapped in husks (bodies), with blood-red centers (heart/soul). Look closely, and each Levianthan blossom sports three chambers. It's reptilian, like the Leviathan sea serpents, like the heart of an (Immortal) Snake.

WARNING: Gore (Ketch's heart getting ripped out, mainly)

Like the triparted road that has become the "heart" of our narrative, the Leviathan blossom also symbolizes what's left of Team Free Will: Sam, Dean, Cas:

These are familial flowers, signifying the eternal message that family makes you stronger, but it also makes you vulnerable.

///

Hearts are delicious?

Everywhere you look in season 15, Gods and Angels are consuming hearts. Hearts are a classic food of the Gods. (Nectar, ambrosia are legendary as well, and they're after nectar for their spell.) Also, in some versions of Biblical literature, it is the body of the Leviathan that God uses both to feed his chosen ones in the Wilderness and/or create Earth & Heaven.

(1) Ardat kills Ketch by taking his heart. She does this once his heart becomes strong and courageous--once he refuses to give up his friends. (2) The witch screams, "I'll grind your heart to dust." (3) Jack devours a heart.

///

Leviathan flowers + the miracle of death, decay, and rebirth

So. Sprung forth from the Leviathan body of God's oldest enemy, this is the fruit that would allow them to Cage God. It's a betrayal in every sense of the word. It's using the miracle of death, decay, and rebirth against Him.

///

Cas + the little heart he saved

Even though all the other familial hearts were destroyed (reduced to ashes, in fact), Cas saved this one. He stole this little heart, and he fought for it. "Once I had the blossom, I fought." (The blossom was timed to the prayer. The blossom is, in many ways, symbolic of the prayer, too.) It's also the mixtape. He heard it.

///

Later in the episode, we cut to where the blossom is being prepared for the Mark Spell. And two lobules are mostly missing. One is entirely missing, and one is open and weeping, mortally wounded. It resembles a dissected aorta. Only one is intact.

Two hearts are being crushed by this pestle, though only the blood of one party is being spilled.

Cas has saved it, but he's doomed its happiness.

///

Even when you win, you lose

When Sam chooses not to smash the globe, Sam isn't just losing hope. He's choosing not to break Dean and Cas's hearts. Because that's what winning will do.

*looks between them, on the cusp of realizing something*

"I can't. I'm sorry, I just can't." Even when you win (war), you lose so much that it no longer feels like victory.

///

Too bad Chuck was always going to crush them. (How's that for pacifism, eh, Sam?)

Starting with those two.

Cas.

And Dean.

Note the grace-like smoke emission of the orb, as well as the meaty gruesomeness of its guts.

Kill the story by weakening its heart.

#levianthan + hearts #tfw + hearts #spn + leviathan #yahweh vs the leviathan #spn chaoskampf #dean/cas + hearts #dean + cas as faith #sam + the brother who raised me would never give up

[blessyourhondahurley]

Tied Up

Written for day 7 of the Dreamy Drabble. Read on AO3 here.

"Honey, I'm home!"

They've never done this before. They've done things like this -- cowboy boots, doctor's coats, blindfolds. But those were play. This feels... Important.

"Dinner's almost ready, darling!" comes the reply, and he takes his seat at the table. A place has been set for him there on a flowered tablecloth.

Dean bustles in. He's radiant.

His hair, product-free, looks touchably soft. His lipstick and eyeliner are immaculate. His dress is white with pink polka dots, and there's a frilly apron tied up into a bow at the small of his back. Pink high heels push his long legs into exquisite shape.

Cas wraps an arm around his husband's waist and tugs him into his lap.

"Can we skip dinner and go right to dessert? You look delectable."

A delicate blush blooms below Dean's freckles.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #dreamydrabble

[shallowrambles]

Shabby studies in meaning making

Some disturbing revisitations to PTSD!Cas

7x21

CASTIEL Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add.

This means, the plan is complete. We shouldn't add anything to it. Certainly not free will.

///

CASTIEL Will you look at her? My caretaker. All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.

Not much here, except he likes Meg.

///

CASTIEL Yes. I heard a ping that pierced me, and, well, you wouldn't have heard it unless you were an angel at the time.

CASTIEL Oh. Of course. Now I understand.

CASTIEL You were the ones. Well... I guess that makes sense.

CASTIEL If someone was going to free the Word from the vault of the earth, it would end up being you two. Oh, I love you guys.

CASTIEL pulls DEAN and SAM into a hug.

Some contradictory relief here; the relief that Sam and Dean are bringing meaning to chaos.

///

CASTIEL Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.

Sex. Cas is mentioning it A LOT. Like he's trying to distance himself from it in a clinical, "watcher" kind of way. Probably he can't understand why he wants it, what possible connection if could offer. Perhaps he's disgusted with himself. He'll revisit it often: repetition, sex and wars. Bees like flowers because they feed on their nectar and pollen, and they facilitate sex between flowers.

///

CASTIEL This is the handwriting of Metatron.

CASTIEL Uh... "Tree”? [He looks at SAM and DEAN.] "Horse"? "Fiddler crab"? I can't read it. It wasn't meant for angels.

Wryness. Also re: above and Word freed from the vault; angels aren't meant to make meaning.

///

CASTIEL Don't like conflict.

CASTIEL disappears and the stone tablet drops to the floor, breaking into three pieces.

Dismissive avoidant in full swing. No emotions, no participation, no war-making. He breaks everything he touches. NOTE: The angel tablet breaks into THREE pieces, representing Sam, Dean AND Cas.

///

DEAN walks over to stand in front of CASTIEL.

DEAN You realize you just broke God's Word?

CASTIEL looks away and DEAN sits down at the table opposite him.

WOW. And it broke into THREE pieces! Cas is ever the glue, an essential component of free will.

///

DEAN It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?

CASTIEL Well, it took... everything to get me here.

DEAN What are you talking about, man?

This is VERY mysterious. Makes you think maybe there's more to Daphne, or more to Naomi journeying to Purgatory to get Cas back. That Cas is more important than he realizes?

///

CASTIEL Dean, I know you want different answers.

DEAN No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. Do you remember what you did?

CASTIEL holds up the board game “Sorry!” He shakes it once and the board and pieces appear on the table, set up ready to play. CASTIEL sets the box aside.

CASTIEL Do you want to go first?

They're venting their frustration at each other through talking about other things and being indirect.

I think of the conversation about Adam & Michael from Season 15. They're both symbolically irritated with one another. Dean is seriously wounded: Bobby is dead, he almost lost Sam, and then he got Cas back and promptly lost him again right away. For a guy carrying around another guy's coat, Dean's definitely at sea.

Cas is essentially saying in code: YOU APOLOGIZE TO ME FIRST.

///

DEAN picks up a “Sorry!” card.

Dean's playing! Visually, he's sorry. We know he is because of how we saw him sing along to "I'm All Out of Love" by Air Supply. We saw the conversations between Bobby and Sam. We saw the coat Dean carried around. But Dean doesn't get his meaning across. He's too hurt.

///

CASTIEL You know, we weren't sure at first which monkeys were gonna make it. No offense, but I [DEAN moves a marker on the board] was backing the Neanderthals because their poetry was... just amazing. It's in perfect tune [CASTIEL picks up a card] with the spheres. But in the end, it was you – the [CASTIEL moves a marker] homo sapiens sapiens. You guys ate the apple, invented pants.

Cas is distancing himself from humanity, putting Dean under a microscope and moving as FAR from him as possible.

We're not alike, angels and humans. I'm above you, away from you. It's a callback to all of Uriel's mud monkey insults, it's a callback to, "You're just a man."

///

DEAN Cas, where can we find this, uh, Metatron? Is he still alive?

CASTIEL I'm sorry. I – I think you have to go back to start.

DEAN moves a marker.

DEAN This is important.

CASTIEL motions for DEAN to pick up another card. DEAN does and moves another marker.

DEAN I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. You understand that?

CASTIEL picks up another card.

CASTIEL We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from... your misfortune? [CASTIEL puts down a marker and moves DEAN’s marker back to the start.] But these are the rules. I didn't make them.

Cas is giving into nihilism. Nothing matters. The universe sucks and is neverending conflict. Angels are angels and humans are humans.

Human suffer and angels hoard their souls as winter-food in Heaven, perhaps.

They are fundamentally incompatible. I didn't make the rules, Dean. The universe is harsh and unforgiving. I tried being God but there were stll unbendable rules I could not overcome.

///

DEAN You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.

CASTIEL Dean... it's your move.

///

Cas ignores his role in any of it. Cas has completely withdrawn from life. From this entire game.

///

DEAN pounds a fist on the table and swipes the board to the floor.

DEAN Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas.

Dean hates the game, obviously. Chuck's stupid, stupid game. He wants to tear up the rulebook, still--NOT simply follow the honeybee into the garden and consider it complete. It's NOT complete, it's not laid out; it's worthy of rewriting. Dean still wants to rewrite the rules OF the game.

///

CASTIEL I'm sorry, Dean.

DEAN No. You're playing "Sorry!"

And he is. Cas is shunting all the responsibility to the nihilism and coldness of the universe, seeing himself as a cog prospering from the misfortune of others.

Furthermore: He denigrates humanity as nothing more than sets of monkeys that angels were "backing or not backing," like a GAME. That chasm between angel and human seems wide and uncrossable here.

Dean hates the inescapable game.

///

CASTIEL is picking up the game pieces. He stops and looks up.

DEAN What?

Yet, Cas resolves to KEEP PLAYING THE GAME, just as he does later in Golden Times.

15x06 >>> MELLY: Thing is, taking yourself out of the game doesn't really change the game CASTIEL: Yeah. If I stay, nothing changes. It's time for me to get back in the game.