#dreamydrabble

[deancaskiss]

Dreamy Drabble Day 1: Dream

“Do angels dream?” Dean murmured, lips brushing against Cas’ throat tenderly.

Huffing quietly, Cas muttered back, “Angels don’t sleep, Dean.”

“You sleep,” Dean countered, kissing Cas’ collarbone.

When Cas shook his head, the movement dislodged Dean, and he let out a grumbled noise of protest before tucking his head back against Cas’ shoulder.

“I’m not an angel anymore.”

Frowning, Dean pressed another kiss behind Cas’ ear. “You’ve never stopped being an angel to me.”

Cas shook his head again, minutely this time, so as to not disturb the path Dean was making with his lips.

Brushing his nose under Cas’ jawline, Dean amended his question: “Do you dream?”

The question hung between them as Cas chased Dean’s mouth into a kiss. When they broke apart minutes later, Cas replied softly, “I do.”

Nudging their noses together, Dean spoke his next question against Cas’ mouth. “What do you dream about?”

Cas didn’t need to think about it as their lips melded together in another achingly slow kiss. “You.”

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #dreamydrabble #bex writing #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userda #usermoogs #archervale #thisisapaige #anztag #deanncastiel #spxcekya #emeraldcas #scottstiles #feathersforcas #useralison

[hornystiel]

lies + touch

“It won’t work, stop.” Dean doesn’t even look up, too focused on the maps and reports of the last croats/demons combo special attack. 

“Your majesty…(Dean’s eye twitches) I’m not doing anything.” Yet hangs heavily in the air. Castiel is circling closer to the end of the table, where Dean is holed up, frowning. 

“You’re trying to provoke me and that won’t work. Don't you have some orgy to attend to?” Dean finally lifts his gaze and sees how loosely the shirt is hanging on Castiel, exposing the bite mark on his shoulder. He knows this one too well. He averts his eyes, the numbers jumping on the crumpled paper. 

“Oh no, today I have a private call,” Cas whispers in Dean’s ear, suddenly very close and here. 

A moment later they’re making an absolute mess on the table, Dean leaving even more trails behind, convincing himself that it doesn’t mean anything and failing like every time before. 

#dreamydrabble #destiel #destiel fic #destiel ficlet #deancas fic #deancas ficlet #spn fic #endverse #crawling up here from the mental hole i'm currently in to drop this bye #hashtag writing

[thigholstercas]

stars

"I prayed to you, you know," Dean broke the silence for the first time in a while. He enjoyed the silence, after years of loudness anyway, but he loved talking to Cas.

He wouldn't tell a soul, but these are the moments he treasures the most. Sex is good, don't get him wrong, but the peace he feels afterward is incomparable. Listening to Cas breathe while he kisses each of his freckles. "You have stars on your skin, constellations are formed all over your body, and each of them deserves to be worshipped," Cas would tell him, making him blush because who says those things.

"Every moment I could, I prayed to you," Dean repeats after Cas stops kissing him.

"Mhm," Cas mumbles with a happy sigh. "I'm listening. Keep talking." Cas takes Dean's hand and starts kissing his knuckles.

Oh, he was doomed.

#destiel #dreamydrabble #day 3: stars #spn #deancas #this was way longer lol #this is a snippet of what a 1k fic would look l

[freetobecelestial]

day 3 of @starcrosseddeancas drabble event : stars

“Show me which ones you created again.” They both know it's a ploy to get Cas to lay even closer to Dean in order to point at the stars, but neither mention it.

Dean is only half listening, having heard that same explanation hundreds of times before.

“Do you have a favorite?” Another question Dean asks nearly every time, but Cas’ answer is always different. Sometimes pointing to one or another, sometimes saying he has no favorite.

Today, he turns to face Dean, their faces barely inches apart.

“Yes.” Castiel replies, gazing into Dean’s eyes but apparently not feeling the need to elaborate.

“Which one, Cas?”

“These two.” And before Dean can even open his mouth to reply, Cas lifts his head slightly, softly kissing Dean’s eyelids just as they drift close. Once Dean opens his eyes again, he finds Cas gazing at him lovingly.

“Sap,” Dean whispers back.

#spn #destiel #spn art #castiel #dean winchester #ky writes #destiel fanfic #fanfic #dreamydrabble #stars #established destiel #star gazing as a love language #still stuck in an air port #will be till 5 am #also it’s technically still the 7th for me so i count this one as being on time #fluff #destiel fluff

[castiel]

dreamy drabble day 3: stars

—

dean slid onto the hood of the car next to cas. mimicking the angel, he too tilted his head to gaze at the heavens above them.

“sure is quiet out here,” he remarked, feeling the need to fill the silence with something.

cas hummed. “for some, perhaps.”

“what do you mean?”

“i can hear them,” cas tipped his head towards the sky.

“the stars?” dean asked incredulously.

“mhmm.”

dean looked at cas in awe for a moment. “what do they sound like?”

closing his eyes in thought, cas was quiet. “they’re all different but… a bit like souls. crackling fire and a softer sound on top… almost like tiny bells.”

searching the sky, he couldn’t help but ask. “is there one that sounds like mine?”

when he didn’t hear a response he finally looked over to find cas staring at him.

“none sound as lovely as yours.”

#destiel fic #deancas fic #dreamydrabble #jenn writes

[hauntedpearl]

Prompts Days 7&8: Tied-Up + Adventure for @starcrosseddeancas

"Do you miss it?"

They're leaning against the railing of the back porch, shoulder to shoulder. The lake stretches out before them, glinting in the moonlight, a world of glass.

His brother's asleep somewhere upstairs, but Dean hadn't been able to sleep. Cas had found him here, after a while. Had stayed.

Now, he's looking at him, curious. Waiting.

"No," Dean says, "I don't know. Maybe."

Cas laughs, soft and low, and Dean basks in the warmth of it.

"I don't miss the pain, you know? Getting beaten, tied-up, shot at, whatever. But sometimes —" Dean sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. (Sometimes he's just — restless.) "I don't know."

Cas hums. Presses his shoulder against Dean's.

"Do you?"

"No," Cas says. Then, "I don't know. Maybe."

"Cas."

"I—" Cas turns his face skyward, closes his eyes. Picks the words from the air with a smile on his face. Dean watches his profile, limned in silver light, and waits.

"I think about the things I could've done differently. The mistakes I made." He turns to Dean, shrugs. "But we've closed that chapter of our lives and — and I don't want to go back. I like this, whatever we've made of it. It's just — something new. A different kind of adventure."

Dean looks at him, at the softness in his eyes, the bittersweet uptick of his mouth. He could lean forward, kiss the corner of that mouth, and he wants to. But he doesn't do it.

Not yet, he thinks, not just yet.

"Yeah," he says, smiling back at Cas. "A different kind of adventure."

(Thinks, but soon. Real, real soon.)

#dreamydrabble #doe's writing #spn drabble #destiel #post canon #whatever fluff whatever #they haven't talked about it yet btw #UH. HAPPY LAKEHOUSE ENDGAME?

[goblininawig]

There’s a pattern to their touches now, built up over days and months and years of little moments. Dean patting Castiel as he pushes a plate of food in front of the protesting angel. Cas holding his palm spread-wide over wounds Dean suffers when they hunt together. Fingers touching with every book passed in the bunker’s library, beer in the kitchen, or snack in the Impala’s bench seat. How Cas grabs Dean’s shoulder to reassure him. The way Dean spreads his fingers wide across Cas’ back to do the same. Dean knocking against Cas when he laughs because he just can’t contain himself. Each of them is meaningful beyond any mission heaven gave him, and forever recorded in Cas’ memory. When Dean is sleeping he pours over them, marveling at each moment leading inextricably to the next, as if mapping out a path that leads to his most precious person.

Written for Dreamy Drabble, Day 4: Touch

Read the rest on A03

#dreamydrabble #spn #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #destiel ficlet #drabble #goblininawig

[casdeans-pie]

Dean can’t remember when the dreams started, really. He thinks he’s been having them for a long time. But ever since he got Cas back from the Empty, they’ve been more frequent. And more vivid.

Intense.

Heat. Lips. Dark hair. Dark feathers…

Dean runs a hand over his face as his heartrate slows, expecting the dream to bleed and fade away. But if he closes his eyes, he can still almost feel the solid muscle and silky feathers of two huge wings beneath him.

‘I love you’, Cas said before he died again.

‘I love you too,’ Dean said when he brought him back. ‘You self-sacrificing sonofabitch.’

It’s the soundtrack to his dreams now: IloveyouIloveyou.

He knows they need to talk about it. He does.  

He’s getting kinda sick of starting the day with a cold shower.

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#137 words it was so hard to make it so small! #dreamydrabble #destiel #destiel drabble #deancas #dreamydrabbles #dreamydrabble day 1 #pie's projects #I'm a week late but better late than never right? right??? #destiel fanfiction #also I'm still very new to writing these characters and nervous about it so please be kind asdsfghjkl #I've always wanted to write a wingfic so these drabbles are all going to be linked by a wing theme ehehehe

[nayeliq1]

June 8th, prompt: Touch

Touch. Dean had always liked touch, had always needed touch. Platonic touch, sexual touch, simply kind and loving touch.

Intimacy wasn't easy on a body that was so used to beatings, any gentleness felt unnatural and foreign. Even a hit that left his face bruised and bloody could feel like a caress when you were starved for contact, when violence was the only intimacy you knew.

But Dean had always longed for what he couldn't have. 

He wanted the ease of affection shared without a second thought. He wanted casual kisses and entwined fingers and brushing thighs and the exchange of smiles. He wanted closeness in all its beautiful familiarity.

And he didn't trust anyone but Cas to hold him and not simply sit by and watch as Dean's heart and body fell apart in his arms.

Sometimes he wondered, what if he just gave in?

Following the desperate need to feel Cas' fingers brushing against his when he handed the angel his morning coffee. Draping his arm over the couch during movie night, curling it around Cas' shoulders to pull him in and feel his warmth, hearing the content sigh Cas might make. Catching Cas' hand after the angel had healed him, keeping him in place before he could withdraw, delaying that inevitable moment when he'd lose the touch he so desperately craved.

Keeping Cas' hands on his body, Cas' eyes on his heart, and Cas' attention on his soul.

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles

#dreamydrabble #destiel drabble #spn drabble #destiel ficlet #castiel #dean winchester #dean winchester pov #touch starved dean winchester #we all know it's true #drabble prompt: touch #inspired by some lines I used in a fic before #destiel #my writing

[blessyourhondahurley]

Lies

Written for day 2 of the Dreamy Drabble. Read on AO3 here.

(img from jarchaeology)

Cas gazes across the room, where his love lies napping on their couch. His body is cradled by soft cushions, his posture utterly relaxed. One of his beloved cowboy movies burbles to itself on the TV. Cas plucks the remote from the coffee table and mutes it, then does the same to Dean's phone.

Later, Dean will chide him for this, for letting him "waste" the day. They'd committed themselves to a grueling weekend of chores and errands, after all. But the thought of waking him, of rupturing the halo of peace that surrounds his sleeping soul... To even contemplate such a rude action causes Castiel physical pain.

After a lifetime of hardship and struggle, Dean has earned as many lazy Saturday afternoons as he can claim. Cas would defend those earnings with his very being.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff #dreamydrabble

[deancaskiss]

Dreamy Drabble: Lonely

For millennia, Cas didn’t understand what companionship was. What family was. What love was.

Sometimes, not knowing is better than the alternative.

Because now… now Cas knows what family means, how companionship feels, what love truly is.

Sitting in the nothingness of the Empty, Cas longed for Jack, Sam, and Claire.

But mostly, Cas ached and yearned for Dean. Reminisced about Dean. Pictured companionship and love with Dean.

For the first time in his existence, in a pit of inky blackness, Cas was truly lonely.

~

“I dream about him. Every night,” Dean whispered one evening, the words so quiet Sam barely heard them.

Closing his book gently, Sam asked, “Cas?”

Nodding jerkily, Dean confessed, “Always the same dream. He’s in the Empty… and it’s like he’s calling out to me without saying a word. I get all these-” he broke off, clearing his throat, suddenly thick with tears.

“Images. Things we could’ve had. And I try telling him how I- I scream until my voice is gone. But he can’t hear me. He just… he feels so… lonely.”

#dreamydrabble #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #bex writing #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userbon #usermoogs #userda #archervale #emeraldcas #spxcekya #deanncastiel #thisisapaige #anztag #inacatastrophicmind #feathersforcas

[hornystiel]

for @deancaskiss writing challenge

prompt: thunderstorm

dean knows cas can blow out all the lights when they have sex (and likes this so disproportionately much), knows that flowers start to grow around, when cas is really happy or pleased.

what dean didn't know is that cas can cause thunderstorms too.

now, lying in some alley and surrounded by some low life demons, dean has a front seat to witness how a bright blue sky has turned almost pitch black in a second. thunder booms and huge shadows of wings are seen when the lightning strikes where cas is preparing to beat the living shit out of everybody.

dean's first thought is 'holy fuck' and he's sure he'd be turned on if he wasn't so roughed up.

dean's second thought is 'safe' when cas effortlessly lifts him and carries away from the wreckage, the world going blissfully dark.

he has his own lightning to show the way.

#just a quick thing written on a bus ride to work #dreamydrabble #destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas #deancas ficlet #spn #mdni #i guess? #thisisapaige #spxcekya #usermoogs #deancaskiss #hashtag writing

[gay-destiel]

#DreamyDrabble Day 4: Touch

@starcrosseddeancas drabble event!

Gabe whirls, blade stabbing into the demon's chest. It lets out a gasp, onyx eyes wide, and Gabe feels his Grace flare. Leaning into the blade, the demon raises a hand to caress his face, spitting out a single sentence,

"You'll never escape us..."

His touch is like wildfire, spreading through the nerves of his human body to his rearing Grace.

The words echo in his head,

You'll never escape.

Little angel, you never stood a chance...

Then firm hands close down on his hands, taking away his angel blade. The only weapon he has.

He snarls, a primal instinct of fear against what his mind registers as demons.

His back hits a wall, and he realizes he's scrambled backward. Faint sounds reach his ears, and after a second of mad writhing, they turn to words,

"-Gabe! It's alright, it's just me! It's Sam! Calm down, listen to me. See?"

Focusing on his voice, Gabe slowly stills.

"Sam."

#dreamydrabble #sabriel #supernatural #gabriel spn #archangel gabriel #sam winchester #sam x gabriel #gabe spn #jared padalecki #richard speight jr

[envydeanwrites]

For @starcrosseddeancas's Dreamy Drabble Week

#2: Lies

Castiel pinned Dean up against the rotting wall of the cabin basement. Something had a hold of Dean. A witch's hex was most likely.

Dean's face was stormy and yet his eyes were saying something different. His Dean was still in there somewhere.

"Please," Castiel begged. He'd spent all day listening to the lies Dean was spewing like he couldn't stop. "Tell me something true."

Dean tried to push back against him, but Castiel was too strong.

"I…" Dean shook his head, like he was fighting tooth and nail inside his head. It hurt Castiel that he couldn't help.

"Tell the truth, it'll break the spell."

Their breaths were close, the space around them eerily quiet.

"I love you, Cas."

Dean's head cranked back and a red wisp of magic shot out of Dean's mouth before dissolving.

Their foreheads touched, lightly, gently as the truth between them was revealed

#dreamydrabble #writersofdestiel #spncreatorsdaily #destiel #fanfic #supernatural

[castiel]

dreamy drabble day 1: dream

—

“you’re living the dream, man.” sam slapped dean on the shoulder before joining eileen in the car and starting the engine.

cas wrapped his arm around dean’s waist as they watched them drive down the dirt road away from the lakehouse.

“was this your dream?” cas asked.

“hm?”

“when you were younger. did you dream about a life like this?”

he watched dean’s eyes glance up towards their home, and run across the garden that they’d built together. his arm tightened around cas’s shoulder.

“honestly? it wasn’t something i ever thought about. i just knew it would never happen for me. i saw dad and i just… i figured hunting was all i’d ever be good for.”

cas turned in dean’s arm so he could face him. “you know that’s not true.”

dean’s eyes crinkled at the edges. “i do now, angel.” taking cas’s face in his hands he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “thank you for showing me how much more i could be.”

cas shook his head affectionately. “you were always more than you could see. you deserve this, dean. you deserve to be happy.”

eyes shining, dean leaned his forehead against cas’s. “so do you. i’m so glad you’re here.”

“there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.”

#destiel #deancas #dreamydrabble #jenn writes

[hauntedpearl]

Prompt Day 5: Cowboy Boots for @starcrosseddeancas

Anna believed that angels didn't know what it meant to love — not the way humans did. Castiel has wondered about this, over the years. Over what it means to love, then, if the devotion they held for their Father, for each other, for Heaven, didn't count. What does love look like, if it isn't the all-encompassing need to obey?

A decade or so after everything, Dean brings him to Dodge City a second time, and he thinks he's beginning to understand.

Perhaps, Anna was wrong Or, perhaps, it is just that he has morphed into an in-between being. But he doesn't doubt that it is Love — simple, extraordinary, human — that sits warm in his belly.

Love, that turns the world weightless, turns it bright, when Dean smiles. Love settles into the crinkles in the skin by his eyes. Love leaps to the surface, when Dean places a brand new Stetson on his head, pulls the brim down to shade his eyes.

"There," he says, and Love is there, too, in the cadence of his voice. "That's much better than the last time."

"Thank you, Dean," he says, and Love shades the world pink.

Love is strange, and Castiel doesn't always understand it, but he thinks he feels it, all the same. Truly and wholly, divine grace and all.

Love brings him beer he doesn't need, and Love's eyes shine like sea-glass in the sun. Love kisses him, in the sticky heat of summer, desert wind in his hair, wearing cowboy boots and a Stetson.

#dreamydrabble #doe's writing #HERE HAVE SOME DOE BRAND OF MEANINGLESS FLUFF #spn drabble #destiel #fluff #tooth rotting even #inspired by love arrives by sarah and phil kaye