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destieltaggedfic · 6 months
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Accidental Marriage - Part 5
Its time for the old, Whoops we got married!
Somewhere in Vegas - BexTra   Ao3
AU.  When John starts pressuring Dean to settle down and get married to look more responsible for the family company, Dean gets drunk and married to a bartender on his annual trip to Las Vegas.  Despite them filing for an annulment straight away, Dean takes him home.
Word Count: 52k                                              Graphic Sexual Acts
The Miscommunication of Dean Winchester - Bbnabhk   Ao3
15x20 didn’t happen AU.  Even though Cas is back now, it doesn’t mean Dean is any better at talking.  So a half spoken conversation between the two of them doesn’t make Cas think anything is different now.  Dean however seems to think things have changed a lot.
Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex
Stupid Rocks and Angel Wings and Lots of Other Random Things - Aaron_The_8th_Demon   Ao3
Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean didn’t expect that when Dean gave Cas some cursed rocks to get rid of he was accidentally initiating an angel courting process and Sam doesn’t help let him in on the secret until he finished most of the other steps.
Word Count: 3k                                 No Sex
marriage: take one – prayedtoyou   Ao3
Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean was hoping to use their vacation in Las Vegas as a time to maybe confess his feelings to Cas.  He didn’t expect to wake up naked and married to his best friend.
Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex
Hunting Husbands – bendingsignpost   Ao3
AU.  Attempting to bind a spirit to help them kill the yellow-eyed demon has a side effect they didn’t expect.  Dean is now accidentally bonded to it and they will be married once Castiel’s proposed challenge is completed.  Dean has to decide whether or not saving John is worth this unexpected husband.
Word Count: 5k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts
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destielficsread · 2 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Accidental Marriage, wing fic, what happens in vegas does not - in fact - stay in vegas, Angst, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, last name by carrie underwood plays quietly int he distance Summary:
anon request: "destiel, accidental marriage + wingfic, up to you whether you want explicit or not ^^" for my 300 follower celebration!
here you go!!
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castyel · 4 years
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juke box hero, he’s got stars in his eyes. ↳ suptober 2020 day 11: rock n’ roll
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dstiel · 3 years
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    i remember everything - john prine.           -  requested by @prayedtoyou 
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castee-yel · 3 years
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Rowena Macleod
it's finally here, after ages of planning out and resketching, one of my all time favourite characters, with probably the best character arc in the entirety of spn, probably my favourite piece ive done so far.
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[no reshares, ONLY reblogs!!]
more of my art processes [digital/trad] here, art requests open.
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@prayedtoyou @rambleoncas @castyel @antifacas @heller-jensen @cryptcas @samuelswinchester
+ rowena fans!!
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jeffreyss · 4 years
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Suptober Day 9: Electric
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bijoharvelle · 4 years
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a small doodle because @prayedtoyou turned twenty-three! happy birthday, boo. here’s some sawft, happy destiel <3
Sam is minding his own business, happily archiving through their backlog when Dean arrives on the scene. Normally, Sam could just ignore Dean, but Sam knows for a fact that Cas wandered outside twenty minutes ago and Dean is craning his head around, clearly looking for the once-upon-an-angel and Sam doesn’t have time to wait for Dean to ask the obvious question.
“He’s outside.”
Dean looks a little started, then relieved, then bunches his brow up like he’s confused. “Who-- What are you talking about?”
“Dean. You’re looking for Cas. He’s outside. I’m busy, I don’t have time to play Seven Degrees of Denial right now.”
Dean glares at him with depth before striding for the stairs. He calls Sam a bitch on the way out and ruffles his hair and waits on the landing until Sam replies, “Jerk” before going outside.
Cas is a few yards away, crouched in the clearing off to the right of the bunker. His head is bowed and concern stirs in Dean’s chest. Cas has been adjusting remarkably well to life as a human -- sleeping, eating, showering, changing his clothes. He approaches each new task with a sense of curiosity and interest. If Dean were in his place he imagines there would be a lot more anger and whining. But, then again, Cas has been a human before. The only difference this time is that it’s for good.
“Hey,” Dean intones quietly as he ambles up.
Cas doesn’t look back, only acknowledges him with the slightest lift of his head. And then, when Dean sits on the packed earth next to him, with an easy, “Hello Dean.”
Cas is examining his hand, or rather, the minuscule inchworm that is slowly working its way across his finger. Dean watches him watch the insect for a moment, taking in the tilt of Cas’s eyelashes, the bow of his lips. He’s wearing a burgundy, rough-knit sweater and jeans that were once Sam’s and he’s barefoot even in the late March chill. He looks soft at all his edges and familiar and like he belongs. Dean wants to tuck his nose behind his ear, into the mess of his hair, wants to draw him close or tackle him to roll in the just-sprouted dandelions.
Finally, Cas says, “I love this creature.”
Dean’s smile springs wider and he prompts, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. When I... It’s easier to focus, now. Before, I could feel and see and hear everything, it felt like. All the particles that made up the world, all at once. I suppose it would have been skull-shattering, were I human. But now that I am human and lack that awareness, I can hone my attention to singular things.”
“Like an inchworm.”
Cas nods and Dean’s heart lips at the care he takes to lower his finger, allow the tiny bug to make its way to a sheaf of grass. And then that singular attention is on Dean. “Did you need something?” he asks, but it’s not irate or exasperated. Just a question, a desire to be of service if it’s needed.
“No,” Dean answers and he does reach out then, fingers catching the frayed cuff of Cas’s sweater. “I just wanted to be with you.”
Cas’s smile brightens another notch and he takes Dean’s hand, runs his fingers over it to trace the lines of his palm, the faint glow of veins that trail along the inside of his wrists. Dean lets him, watches him, breathes through the hitches in his lungs.
“I love this creature,” Cas repeats, but he’s not talking about any inchworm and his voice is bright for all that it’s nothing more than a rush of air.
“Yeah?” Dean asks, again.
“Yes.” It’s simple and sure and Cas’s eyes are so blue in the rising Spring morning. He cants forward, onto his knees and into Dean’s space. His lips brush Dean’s and they both hold there a long moment, each cradled in the other’s singular attention.
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heytheredeann · 4 years
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I was tagged by @prayedtoyou, thank you, I don’t think I’ve ever done this one!
How it works: choose between two words and make the chosen word bold. pass this game on to those whose answers would tickle your fancy.
There is gonna be occasional commentary because I can’t help myself.
ancient or modern • bitter or sweet • chocolate or vanilla • coffee or tea (I don’t drink neither, but I guess tea is the lesser of two evils LOL) • create or destroy • day or night • early bird or night owl (yeah, I know, I’m a disgrace to all of Tumblr) • freckles or dimples • gold or silver • greek mythology or egyptian mythology • macarons or eclairs (I literally had to google what these are but I think I’ve eaten both) • hot or cold (VERY VERY STRONG PREFERENCE HERE) • thunder or lightning (I’m mostly thinking about when I’m trying to sleep and then just BAM. annoying, unfair, 0/10 would recommend. also, lightening is pretty) • typewritten or handwritten (handwritten is very pretty but… I write almost nothing by hand at this point LOL) • secret garden or secret library • spicy or mild • dark magic or light magic • virtue or vice • ocean or desert • mermaids or sirens • known or unknown • rough or smooth (unless it’s food. I’m thinking of touching stuff here LOL) • moon or stars • rain or snow
Tagging: @misscrazyfangirl321 @mysteryandnonstopfun @spn-idjits-guide-to-hunting @rainbow-motors @x-voyevoda (if you want to, of course!)
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fracturedsword · 6 years
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Angel claws
Sometimes Michael wondered if he asked for too much when he wanted a normal, uneventful day doing mundane things with Dean like grocery shopping. Most of the time the answer to that question would be no, but today? Well the hunter had wanted to pick up a few things in the hardware store and Michael had wanted to take a quick look through the bookstore next door. Except he’d never made it there. Instead his father had showed up to ruin his day which was why he was currently in the form of a grey cat. Of course he hadn’t gotten any sort of indication on how long he’d be stuck in this predicament so for now he was sitting on the roof of the impala, glaring at people walking past and hissing at anyone who looked like they might even be thinking about touching him.
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joannabethharvelle · 6 years
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Muddy Boots
Back presses against rusted metal, snagging her hair as she drops to the ground in a low crouch, using it fir balance support as she reloads with weary fingers. Jacket rustles, concealed by pebbles rolling underneath her boots.
Her lungs burn, thighs shaking as she tries to catch her breath. She'd run hard; she isn't exactly sure how she'd made it to cover without taking a blow to the back, in all honesty. The gun in her hand rattles as she shifts her grip; she's gotta move.
Slowly, carefully, she edges her way to the edge of the old shipping container leveling her weapon and launching herself around the corner --
A click sounds behind her, followed by a whistle as she's struck in the back, directly between the shoulder blades.
"Ow --! Goddammit Dean!" She whirls, her own paintball gun leveled at him across the short distance in the abandoned shipping yard. Her mouth twitches, head tilting slightly -- mischevious. "Where the hell did you even come from?"
[[ @prayedtoyou liked a Starter Call ]]
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castyel · 3 years
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we’re the ones you should be afraid of. ↳ suptober 2020 day 21: fear
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castee-yel · 3 years
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dean "is it that obvious" winchester....
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jeffreyss · 4 years
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Dean and Cas + "Hands down” by The Greeting Committee ↳ Requested by: @prayedtoyou
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bijoharvelle · 4 years
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🍓🍓🍓
TORI. one of my very first friends in spn! remember when i just slammed into your IMs to be like “YO I ALSO LOVE JO HARVELLE LET’S SCREAM ABOUT IT”? what good times. i LOVE how strong you are. you are the strongest person i know, probably. at your age, i was nowhere near as determined and, like, as much of an adult as you are, and i hadn’t been through half of what you have. i know a lot of that is due to circumstances and all but you could have taken any number of easier paths but you didn’t and you are KILLING it. 
mutuals send me a 🍓 & i’ll compliment you!
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A New Experience || Closed
@prayedtoyou continued from here
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It had taken Dean a bit to get used to them. But he was never one to dwell on things that couldn’t be fixed. That was a lie, but he was just to mentally exhausted to fight this. Which was why his wings were now being groomed by Gabriel. The feathers twitched slightly against the soft touches, before Dean was pressing his wings more into his hands. “That- god, is that supposed to feel this good?”
Gabriel laughed as he finally moved down to comb his fingers through Dean’s primaries, straightening them out. “Yeah, wings are an extension of your soul and your Grace; it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.” He lovingly dragged the longest primary through his finger and thumb, “But you’ve felt nothing yet. This is only the tip of the iceberg.” He wanted to know how strung out he could get the new angel before he even got to his scapulars and the small patch of skin between his wings. Gabriel was sure he could get him to come at least once before he even went near the other’s oil glands.
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fracturedsword · 6 years
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I made a thing
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