#mybelovedcas

[pointyearedelvishprincling]

Live Laugh Leather

happy 3rd wedding anniversary to these idiots :)

(846 words) Also on AO3

Dean knew the rhythm of Cas’ footsteps from the kitchen all the way to their bedroom. Knew it better than the pulse of his own heart; as familiar to him as the scent of the warm coffee that carried with his husband every morning like clockwork. He found himself smiling against his pillow, feeling the early sunshine through the lake house window heat the frosty February air.

So the routine goes; any minute now Cas would pause to bump the door open with his pajama-clad butt, scooting backward into their bedroom, two coffees in hand. Dean would fake the grouchy attitude as if the gentle interruption had pulled him from sleep. As if, minutes earlier, Cas hadn’t waited until his spidey senses told him Dean’s REM sleep was done and he was ready for his daily stubbled kiss at the back of his neck. For the arm that tightened around his waist, sinking suggestively lower until Dean cracked open an eyelid. Falling for the same old trick every day, before Cas would rise his heavenly ass out of bed to start on coffee. Leaving Dean tethered between the land of sleep and this world of dreams.

Same old, same old.

And wasn’t that a hell of a thing.

Dean scooched over to Cas’ side of the bed. The warmth had faded but it was the scent he chased; like rich earth pounded by the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, the charged promise of lightning still to come. Like honey and ether and so like home, Dean could drown himself in it. Smother himself in his husband’s pillow with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.

And so, it began.

The gentle clink of the spoon dropped into the sink. The ceramic scuffling on the kitchen countertop. The first bare footstep on the warm wooden floor.

Three years of this, Dean thought, and he knew he could go a thousand more.

A squeaking sound broke the routine, and Dean perked up his bedhead to listen to the audible eye roll and soft sigh that accompanied it. The footsteps and squeaking drew nearer, and Dean propped himself up on an arm to watch the regularly scheduled show.

The ass that greeted him was familiar, but Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head like Donald Duck at the first sight of Daisy. Cas backed into the room, letting the door swing softly shut behind him.

Dean’s husband paused, breakfast tray in hand and a look of genuine surprise on his face that quickly morphed into a feigned innocence.

“Sweetheart,” Dean managed to say with a tongue that now weighed an ACME ton. “Are you wearing leather pants?” He was dreaming, right? Had to be. If the next words out of Cas' mouth were "tell me about it, stud" in Olivia Newton-John's voice that would surely confirm it. A laugh threatened to burst all the way from his belly, born of shock more than anything, because this was Cas. His Cas. In tight leather pants. Like he was Jon Bon fucking Jovi and Dean was eighteen, alone in his motel room and realising some shit. 

But Cas ignored the question, setting the breakfast tray safely on the bedside table. When he turned to find Dean’s gaze still locked on his broad thighs, mouth hanging open like it didn’t know where to start, he placed his hands on his hips.

“The third wedding anniversary gift is leather, is it not?”

Dean glanced up from his stupor, feeling his heart swell like a damn balloon at his husband’s words.

Leather. Anniversary. Right.

How Cas heard "leather" and thought "pants"... actually, he didn't need to know how or why, because this was happening. Somehow this was real life.

Dean licked his lips. Didn’t mean to, but he did.

He’d tell Cas about the new leather couch he’d secretly set up in the Cas Cave later. Right now…

“The salesperson insisted this was the perfect gift,” Cas frowned down at himself. “Perhaps this was a mistake.”

“Whuaa-“ Dean started, tangling in the sheets as he struggled to sit upright. “No, no, they’re – hell of a – gotta tip the guy… god, Cas.” Only the need to defend these pants with his life gave Dean the strength to tear his gaze from them a second time.

He’d expected to find that frown he loved so much – the one that crinkled Cas’ brow, and tugged his soft lips into a flat line. Instead, his husband grinned at him, eyes blazing with that smugness that was the bane of Dean’s life.

Son of a bitch. He played him.

“Happy anniversary, Dean,” Cas said, stepping forward to crawl on his knees across the mattress, caging Dean in between his thighs.

Dean pulled him closer, sunlight glinting on the band of his wedding ring as he ran a hand through Cas’ hair. Three years of this. Already three. Only three.

And he could never have enough.

“Happy anniversary, Cas.” The words were a whisper against his husband’s lips.

The rest, he already knew. They both did.

#happy valentines clowns <3 #destiel #destiel anniversary #destiel wedding #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #spn #my writing #destiel fic #gardenforcas #angelscas #user4x01 #castiellesbian #becauseofthebowties #chapeldean #spxcekya #offbeattraxx #mybelovedcas #it’s been A While i know so my taglist desperately needs updated. feel dre

[shelikestv]

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary:

“Dean,” John said. “Meet your angel.”

Blue eyes were fixed, calm and warm. Dean raised a hand nervously in an offer to shake it, but he just stared, confused.

“He doesn’t know much about humans, yet,” John laughed. He crouched until he and Dean were eye level. “It’ll be up to you to teach him.”

Start From the Beginning

Notes: It's been over a year since I finished "The Pull of Us," and I decided it's time to start writing again. Gonna tag some mutuals just in case anyone might be interested.

#angst #The Angel Handbook #lindsay writes #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #mybelovedcas #donestiel #spxcekya #outdean #usererinlindslay #angelscas #greatcometcas #deanncastiel #offbeattraxx #lookforanewangle #spncreatorsdaily

[mjulmjul]

DEAN: Cas, you’re more than a weapon—

#i thought i was free but script drop made brain go brrr #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #cannot believe they removed all these scenes they're such good character building moments #userkels #creativecaviar #userjeb #usertabitha #mybelovedcas #plantdadcas

[regardingjenmish]

twitter . com/ rhdscllns/status/1471651836541165569/photo/1 they're so cute *sob*

Oh my god! They are the cutest!

#every time i see a new photo op of them #i wonder how many of them are there that i havent/will never see #mybelovedcas

[angelfishofthelord]

The Book of Luke

oneshot set in s5. dean goes to rescue castiel from zachariah but it's a trap. when dean refuses to say yes to michael, and castiel rejects the orders of heaven, zachariah decides to make an example of the rebel solider.

The last thing Castiel says to Dean before he dies is “cover your ears.”

Castiel is kneeling in the middle of the warehouse, Zachariah on one shoulder, two other angels with blades drawn at the other. His body is glistening from head to toe in holy oil. His hands are on his knees, gripped knuckle-white around his knee caps. His eyes are wet, and Dean tells himself it’s not tears shining there.

Later, Dean will remember details he didn’t pay attention to at the time. He’ll remember how just before Castiel spoke, the other two angels stepped back, like they didn’t want to be caught in the blaze. How Zachariah’s fingers had arched together in preparation. And how Castiel must have noticed all of that and knew exactly what was about to happen. He knew he was about to die an unspeakably excruciating death, and his last thought had been for Dean’s well being.

“Cover your ears.”

Dean doesn’t, of course. He doesn’t understand right now. He opens his mouth to reply, to ask why, and then Zachariah snaps his fingers.

A single, short, reverberating sound that rips the air from top to bottom.

Castiel ignites. And screams. Dean’s hands slam over his ears as the rest of his body throttles forward, ignoring the burning heat of white and blue flames. The angel at either side of him restrain his limbs from advancing even as they backpedal from the scorching billows of an angel on fire.

Castiel is screaming. Dean’s never heard such a sound before. Not in all the depths of caves and monster dens. Not in his nightmares, rife with ghastly visages contorted beyond comprehension. Not even in Hell.

Dean is trying to fight off his guards when he sees a bolt of movement through the blaze. The shape of a man, or a giant bird, striking through the warehouse room with stinging precision. The intruder lands on Zachariah and slices his body clean in two, the halves of flesh disintegrating as they fall to the concrete ground.

A gale erupts from the figure, a swell of whipping winds that throw Dean and his captors to the ground. Dean tastes ash and blood in his mouth as he’s slammed against the wall. Through the mix of red and gray saturating his gums he forms the word, the name of the storm.

Gabriel.

The fire gasps with a shudder and dies. Gabriel crouches over Castiel, or the place on the ground where the body of an angel who once was Castiel lays. Dean stumbles to his feet and takes one step forward. His vision swims with black, charred crusty layers. Brittle. Crackling. Smoke infiltrating his lungs.

Castiel isn’t screaming anymore.

But Dean’s ears are still ringing. Blood snakes down his earlobe to the slope of his neck. He staggers, dropping back down to the ground, one hand steadying himself from being flattened by the perforation of sound.

Gabriel. Gabriel is screaming.

The other shadows in the warehouse--the ones Dean dimly registers as angels--sizzle and then dissolve under the force of the archangel’s cry. Dean wonders for a moment if he, too, has died; if this eternal loop of agony spiraling through his ears is his Hell. Then he notices a shadow cast over him, a shape extended across the ground he’s almost touching his face too. It’s long, feathered, and rustling.

Gabriel is shielding him with his wings. Dean raises his head slowly. No. Shielding them. Because cradled in the archangel’s arms is a burnt shape of a body with a head and arms and legs. A body that--someone who raised Dean from Hell; who turned his back on Heaven for humanity; who protected him and his brother; who stood with them against the threat of his own family.

Dean’s wrist buckles under his weight and he collapses, his cheek finally hitting the concrete below him.

Castiel is dead.

The knowledge squeezes his ribs to dust; it tears through his body sharper than any ethereal scream.

It starts to rain outside. Suddenly. A torrential pouring from a sky cracked open wide. It doesn’t stop. Gabriel doesn’t move, doesn’t let go of Castiel’s body whenever Dean tries to pry it from him. Dean can’t leave him there, so he waits, sleeping in his car when the sun sets. He doesn’t know what he’s waiting for. He just knows that if he leaves this place then Castiel is truly gone. As long as he stays, he doesn’t have to carry on in a world absent of the angel.

The heavens continue weeping day and night for three consecutive days.

On the third day Castiel opens his eyes.

The pavement dries under the bright glare of the sun.

Thus it is written, that the Christ would suffer and rise again from the dead the third day. --Luke 24:46

The first thing Castiel does after coming back to life is try to kill himself. He shakes off the cinders encasing his body and drops his blade into his hand. His arms sway unsteadily, but the direction is clearly aimed at his own throat.

Gabriel grabs the weapon and hurls it aside. Castiel drops open his mouth to scream and Gabriel presses two fingers to his forehead. The angel immediately goes limp in his arms. Dean reaches out to touch him, to feel for a pulse that promises life, and his fingertips come away bubbling red and singed.

keep reading on aO3

#my spn fanfic #castiel #dean winchester #spn archangels #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas #tuserari #thisisapaige #userbon #slipper007 #userdeanshoneybee #offbeattraxx #userstarry #mybelovedcas #hurt comfort fic

[spaceandfiction]

*strawberry emoji* (lmao im on my laptop)

Aaah Lucy!! I love so much of your stuff. First, you just are very nice. Second, your url is like SO valid and true he is my beloved, your beloved—OUR beloved Cas. Also your art is SO nice like I love the use of light? I’m not an art critic so I have no idea how to say it but like how you make everything shiny is beautiful it gives a sense of unreality in a way that I enjoy like your capturing a moment that shines. That sounds like the ramblings of someone who has no idea what they’re saying because it is. I hope you’re having the best end of year season possible!!

mutuals send me a 🍓 and get a compliment!

#🍓 #mybelovedcas

[blue-eyed-cutiepatootie]

#25 for the art ask! :D

25) best advice you were given or something you learned about art

Hi! Thank you 💜

I made more art this year since I have since highschool (9 years ago). I didn't even create this much in a year's time while I was at art school.

This year I saw several posts/videos from artists/writers encouraging people to 1) make bad art without fear. Like I don't have to share everything I draw or paint. But I need to try things and practice regularly. 2) breaks are necessary for creative thoughts to flow and to just in general rest from creating even when it's fun! It's still hard work and time consuming.

So while I've created so much- some pieces taking days to complete and some taking less than an hour- I spent weeks at a time not creating anything so that I could rest that part of myself. During those times I usually was watching artist vlogs, crochet or sewing videos (and actually crocheting/ sewing things), or video essays that exercised other parts of myself. Then when I went back to creating I felt energized and excited.

It's difficult for me not to feel lazy when I'm not physically producing artwork because of the way I was raised, but my relationship with my artwork has been so lovely this year because i was being kind to myself.

Ask me something art related

#hello! thank you for the ask 💜 #i got a little rambly i think but oh well #mybelovedcas

[tiktaalic]

i know i’m late but YES ALICE IS THE DILF OF ALL TIME her entrance with the snake necklace rewired my brain

snake dres.......... no other words available at this time

#ask #mybelovedcas

[casarts]

mornin' sunshine

#hello its ya friend mybelovedcas #postin some art #lucymakes #gardenercas #cowboykait #usertabitha #spncreatorsdaily #useralison #tuserari #userjactingjoices #justcastiel #blueecp #chocolatecakecas #userdeanshoneybee #tusercharlie #creativecaviar #kashmircastiel #seraphcastiel #userarrow #userda #userjenmish #rambleoncas #chapeldean #emeraldcas #greatcometcas #userstarry #thisisapaige #meltingtracks #user4x01 #deanlovescasblog

[sailorsally]

“The sadness will last forever.” ― Vincent van Gogh

[prints & more]

tag list below the cut; reply to be added/removed

@endvverse

@aheartbeatoftheuniverse

@lateral-org

@mybelovedcas

@icantleave

@theyrewearingmatchingsweaters

@blue-eyed-cutiepatootie

@justcastiel

@fimmfstiel

@deancrowleycas

@autisticbeecas

@justgayangelthingz

#i would apologise to everyone in advance #i felt particularly evil i guess #vangoghnatural #supernatural #destiel #castiel #15x18 #deancas #spn art #destiel art #spn fanart #destiel fanart #sally draws #spn #vincent van gogh #van gogh

[pointyearedelvishprincling]

Destiny & The Destruction Of Fate

For @faithlesshunter happy birthday bestie! <3

Rating: E

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: endverse, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, falling in love at the end of the world, slow burn

Read on ao3

#happy birthday MWAH #releasing the other chapters weekly for maximum angst/fun :) #destiel #deancas #endverse #endverse destiel #destiel fics #my writing #datdof #gardenforcas #angelscas #user4x01 #becauseofthebowties #chapeldean #spxcekya #offbeattraxx #mybelovedcas

[shelikestv]

Chapter Seven is up!!

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Chapter Summary:

"There were no illusions, no orders. . . just a small moment where he'd made Dean feel important in a world that generally made him feel the opposite.

And it hurt him in the process."

Start From the Beginning

Tagging a few people just in case they're interested :p

#the angel handbook #destiel #destiel fanfiction #destiel fanfic #mybelovedcas #donestiel #spxcekya #outdean #usererinlindslay #angelscas #greatcometcas #deanncastiel #offbeattraxx #lookforanewangle #spncreatorsdaily

[mjulmjul]

let’s pretend it’s still summer

#spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #kissing cw #pose practice i guess #userkels #usertabitha #userjeb #mybelovedcas #creativecaviar

[regardingjenmish]

yeah this morning pushed me into an unfollow spree anytime i saw negativity towards jensen. that's not what i'm here for!

I get it. It sucks when that happens but who wants to look at negativity 24/7? Not me thats for sure.

#mybelovedcas

[hornystiel]

hello @chapeldean come get your art based on your excellent post

taglist 🖤 (pls lmk if you want to be added or removed)

@perfectlyelegantdelusion @emeraldcas@you-cant-spell-subtext-without @floral-cas @fellshish @bi-makes-pie @justcastiel @mybelovedcas @jactingjoices @naturallyathief @blanket-cas @caskarass @pointyearedelvishprincling @hellfirecas @wigglebox

#destiel #deancas #destiel fanart #castiel #dean winchester #spn fanart #spn #slaying absolute pencil #new art tag hello #i was so obsessed it was the fastest drawing in a loong time

[sketcheun]

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Psalm 91:4

tag list below, let me know if you want to be added or removed:

@lauramarlingnatural @deans-honeybee @mybelovedcas @mjulmjul-reblog @billiewena

#supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #deanca #destiel #spn art #art #sketcheuns #SHIELDPOSTING LETS GO