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sir-elyan · 3 years

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ELY RAMBLEONCAS’ CREATOR CELEBRATION!

Hi friends!! So, I recently hit a new milestone on this account and I thought, since the one year anniversary of having this blog is coming up pretty soon as well (Oct. 14), that I'd finally make a creator celebration!! Details are below, but I also just wanted to sincerely thank everyone who follows me for always being so positive, nice, and welcoming, especially with me coming back after I'd left the fandom for a few years. You're all the funniest and most creative people on this site, and I hope this will be a way to highlight and celebrate your talent!!

So, starting from Thursday, October 14—October 19th, tag #rambleoncreatives or @ me in any Supernatural content that relates to the themes below!!

Theme: Fall / Time

"Fall” could relate to the Fall/Autumn season, the act of falling, falling in love, when you fell for a character or characters fell for each other, etc! “Time” is just as broad—five times your favorite character smiled, going back or forward in time, running out of time, you name it! There’s no right or wrong interpretation of these themes; feel free to combine them with the prompts for suptober (: !!

Content can include fanfic, art, amvs, poetry, gifsets, graphics, etc for any characters and almost any pairings (see rules below). And as I mentioned before, you can either make something separate from @winchester-reload ‘s suptober prompts (here) or combine the theme with the suptober prompts that correlate with Oct. 14—Oct.19 (six days)!

I’m also happy to reblog/boost any suptober-only content so feel free to throw that in the #rambleoncreatives tag or my tracking tag #rambleoncas as well — I came back to tumblr a year ago specifically to do suptober (which you can find on my ao3 here), so I definitely am supportive and encouraging of participating in that event!!

Rules:

NO w*ncest or incest of any kind. Yes this includes shipping Jack with any of the other members of TFW. Gen or platonic relationships are definitely allowed and encouraged!

Minors, please do not create any NSFW content (I will check). If an adult chooses to create something NSFW, I kindly ask that they tag it #nsfw and #minors dni. Thank you!

Lastly, HAVE FUN!!!

If you have any questions, send me an ask, and remember to use the tag #rambleoncreatives!! Really hammering that point in there because I wouldn’t want to miss whatever you come up with! Thanks for following me, and for coming with me on this... very weird and never ending SPN journey. Here’s to one year!!

tagging some mutuals below

@seraphcastiel @sexynursejess @clairenatural @heller-jensen @thiscastielhasflown @expectingtofly @bradycore @theedorksinlove @chocolatecakecas @joharvele @exitwound @sunshower-cas @floral-cas @ilarual @billiewena @lillylowe @antecriste @marlborodean @cheeseoid @lesbianovak @lovelazarus @jimmygirl @thighholstered @stanforderadean @xofemeraldstars @valleydean @meadowdean @garthed @lukegirlgn @becauseofthebowties @siegenatural @angelradiohead @sikennatural @windmillcas @cherubmp4 @marvells @maxguevra @itsinjustbeing @dadstiel @deanwinchesterapologist

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queen-rowenas · 3 years

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witness to a fall - 2.1k, destiel, hurt/comfort, for @rambleoncas’s creator celebration

There’s a new angel in town.

In an effort to curb any past loathing between heaven and humanity, angels have been encouraged to spend time on earth.

Perspective was the word Ramiel had used when he first showed up in Lebanon.

He’s young, for angel standards, a member of a later garrison than Castiel’s. In many ways, he reminds Cas of himself when he first met the Winchester brothers. Still carrying the weight of heaven’s old rules on stiff shoulders, an almost nonexistent understanding of human customs, and a quiet curiosity that adds a softness to Ramiel’s wide eyes.

He came to them for guidance. And after a silent conversation that was mostly just shared looks, Dean had shrugged. “What the hell? If he tries anything, Jack’ll take care of it. But he’s not staying in the bunker.”

Ramiel does stay in the bunker.

He pours over the entirety of the library’s inventory, helps Sam with research, and goes to Cas for any question about an angel’s perspective on the many quirks and complexities of humanity.

He follows Dean around constantly, soaking in every word, everything from how to change a car’s oil to why you sometimes offer to pay for someone else’s groceries at the store to the best deterrents for ghosts.

Ramiel always watches Dean with wide eyes. He always angles his vessel toward him when he walks in the room.

It doesn’t take long for Cas to see that Ramiel is falling.

He’s in the kitchen with Ramiel, discussing the potential merits of going into beekeeping over an early cup of coffee.

Dean had still been asleep when Cas first heard Ramiel wandering the halls toward the kitchen. He pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek, taking a moment to soak it all in, their new tenderness, before heading to the kitchen.

When Dean finally shuffles into the kitchen, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand, Ramiel perks immediately, turning toward Dean like a flower to the sun. “Good morning, Dean.”

“Morning.” Dean sidles up beside Cas and plucks the mug from his fingers, taking a long drink.

“That’s mine,” Cas says with a frown, although it lacks any bite. Seeing Dean still sleep-ruffled and drowsy is far too endearing.

Ramiel pushes his mug across the table. “You can have mine, Dean. Castiel was generous in offering it, but I have no need for caffeine.”

“Nah, that’s alright. I’ll just get some from the pot.” Dean waves him off. He swipes some creamer from the refrigerator as he gets his coffee. “Have you tried it with the new stuff Sam got? It’s not half bad.”

While Cas closes his hands around his mug—it took him many years to perfect his morning coffee to his liking—Ramiel offers his up to Dean obediently. He watches Dean pour the creamer with wide eyes.

Cas imagines this is what it was like to watch himself all those years ago, with the quiet obedience, the wide eyes, the reverence of every word spoken. He wonders if Dean has noticed.

This is a good thing, he tells himself. It is this that will give Ramiel compassion for humanity. But he can’t help but feel a twinge of sorrow for the unknowing angel.

Ultimately, it’s Cas that Dean drops into a seat beside, leaning into his side as he takes a long swig of coffee. And Cas is content.

There are other times that make Castiel…think. That make something uncomfortable swirl in his gut.

Like when Dean starts the afternoon with a splitting headache, squinting as he drives down the road. The pain medication has done nothing to help, and there’s a crease between his brows. He has to let go of Cas’s hand to press on his temples.

When he brings his hand back down, he takes Cas’s in his, settling them on the seat between them.

The angel’s fingers twitch, a tight knot set low in his stomach, his weak grace humming under his skin, longing to reach out and take away the pain.

“Cas, don’t,” Dean mutters, “Your mojo is already running low.”

Cas would argue that Dean would be worth the loss, but he knows it’s a lost cause.

They stop by the library to pick up Ramiel. The angel slides into the back seat, his smile almost immediately slipping off his face, a hand moving to Dean’s shoulder. “You’re in pain.”

And before Dean can protest, Ramiel is leaning over the seat, pressing two fingers to his forehead. The hum of grace rings in the air, and the knot in Cas’s gut tightens.

Dean jerks away from the touch. “Dude, remind me to talk to you about boundaries.”

Ramiel frowns, a confused tilt to his mouth. “Alright.”

It’s a peculiar thing, the complexity of emotions in Cas’s chest. He thought he had already learned all there was to human emotion in his time on earth. Apparently he was wrong.

He wishes he could brush his fingers over Dean’s skin and heal him, take care of him. But he can’t.

It ultimately comes down to a fight, as most things in their lives do.

They’re ambushed down the street from their motel, a quick stop on their way to Eileen’s place with a moving truck. A few demons who don’t like the new management downstairs and have a bone to pick with the Winchesters.

The demons make quick work of splitting them up. Cas has cut through a few when he hears a sharp crack, a muffled scream, and his heart lurches.

One of them demons has Dean by the arm, wrenching it at an unnatural angle, forcing him to his knees, his face twisted in pain. They raise their knife.

Cas’s wings scream. He might be screaming too. Long-broken bones stretch and brittle feathers tear.

He’s not fast enough. Some part of him knows this. Some part of him can’t accept this.

A sound like a thunderclap cuts through the air and shakes the ground. The aftershock of grace rolls over Cas as Ramiel streaks past him and into the path of the blade.

The demon’s face morphs from glee to terror as Ramiel looks down at the blade of the knife now plunged into his own chest and back up, his eyes blazing blue.

The husk of a body slumps to the ground, eyes smoking.

Ramiel turns to crouch beside Dean, and he cradles his arm as he heals it with a gentle touch.

Castiel stands motionless a few feet away, chest heaving, hands shaking. I can’t protect him. It feels like his chest is caving in on itself.

Grimacing still, Dean looks past Ramiel. “Cas, you alright?”

Ramiel can protect him. Cas’s vision blurs, and he whirls around, his feet carrying him to the car, ignoring Dean’s calls. He gets in and starts the engine, turning onto the road towards their motel.

It’s fine. Ramiel will be able to bring Dean to the motel. He’s able to do a lot of things.

He doesn’t move when he hears Dean get to their door. He just keeps staring at the blank tv screen sitting ramrod straight on the edge of the bed, every muscle in his body wound tight.

Dean struggles with unlocking the door for a moment, a muttered curse floating in, before it opens and he walks in.

He sheds his jacket and drops it on the back of a chair, idly rubbing his healed arm.

“Hey.” He motions to the dark tv. “Mind if we talk, or are you busy watching that?”

Cas clenches his jaw, dropping his eyes to the floor. “Where’s Ramiel?”

“I asked him to beat it for a second so we could talk, but I mean if you really want him here, I could shoot him a quick prayer and he can flap over.”

Of course. He could be here in an instant if Dean wanted. Cas feels his eyes start to sting, and he angles his head away, swallows hard.

“You should be with Ramiel,” he chokes out, voice wavering. His heart aches. He wishes Dean would just leave so he could cry in peace.

He wishes Dean would never leave.

“Hey.” Dean settles beside him on the bed. His voice is painfully soft. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Cas closes his eyes. Dean doesn’t call him that very often, but Cas cherishes it every time. He would call Dean by a thousand names, in a thousand languages, if only he could remember all of them.

A hand sneaks over the two he has clenched in his lap, gently pulling one away to tangle their fingers together. “Cas, talk to me.”

Cas clears his throat, a little too rough. “You should be with Ramiel.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” Dean gives his hand a squeeze. “But he’s out grabbing dinner, and I think you need me right now.”

“No,” Cas shakes his head, growing frustrated, “I mean you should…be with him. Romantically.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Cas sighs, his eyes trained on the television. “I wasn’t fast enough to save you today, but Ramiel was. He is still a powerful angel, and he can protect you far better than I could.” He sucks in a shaky breath. “He’s already falling for you. Fast. And he’d make a much more agreeable partner.”

He closes his mouth before his voice can get choked up, trying to focus on the argument they had just the other day about loading Eileen’s furniture into the truck. Ramiel had taken Dean’s side. Ramiel always takes Dean’s side.

“So,” Dean opens and closes his mouth for a second, incredulous, “You think just ‘cause Ramiel’s got more mojo and is nicer, I should be with him instead? That’s a load of crap!”

“Dean, it’s a very reasonable conclusion—”

“No, it’s not,” Dean says, growing more exasperated, “You wanna know how I know it’s not? It’s because you take care of me plenty, mojo or not, okay? You take care of me and I take care of you. And guess what, I’m pretty good at taking care of myself, too.”

Cas frowns. “Dean, you’ve died many times.”

“That’s besides the point. My point is that we don’t need Rami’s extra batteries. And—” Dean holds up a finger to cut Cas off as he opens his mouth to object “—he’s nicer to me because he doesn’t know any better. He’s still dumb and eager to please.”

“And he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know how to say the right things or how to tell me off like you do. I can’t trust him to keep me in check, but you keep me in check.” A smirk forms as Dean shrugs. “And it’s kinda hot when you do.”

That brings a smile to Cas’s lips. One of his small ones. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Hell yeah, I am. And you forgot the most important part, smart guy.” Dean leans forward to catch Cas’s eye. “Kind of embarrassing for you that you missed it.”

“And what would that be?”

Dean’s eyes warm, and he nudges Cas’s shoulder with his. “Ramiel isn’t the angel I’m in love with.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, Cas looks up at him with wide eyes. He’s known this. Of course he’s know this. But Dean isn’t exactly known for his words.

And despite the growing flush on his cheeks, Dean doesn’t look away. He presses a kiss to Cas’s cheek, and Cas leans into the touch, closing his eyes.

Dean still hovers close as he draws back. “You got it?”

“Yes, I got it.” His face grows hot, and he glances away. “I was being foolish.”

“No, you weren’t.” Dean shook his head, smile fading. “If this is about your grace though, I’m sure we can look into some stuff. Call Jack maybe. See if we can get the rest of it back.”

“I don’t know.” Cas shrugs. “My grace had been fading for some time, and I’ve grown used to what little grace I have left. I just…sometimes I do miss it.”

“And having Rami around doesn’t really help.” When Cas only nods, Dean goes on, “Well, if you decide, you let me know and we’ll do something about it, okay?

“Of course, Dean.”

“Also, it’s a little rude of you to not say you love me after I said it to you.”

A chuckle shakes out of Cas’s chest and a grin splits across his face. He takes Dean’s hand in both of his and looks up at him. “I love you,” he says, voice warm, and his grace hums with every word, “more than you could know.”

“Thank you. I feel better now.” Dean’s teasing smile turns more earnest. “Do you?”

“I do feel better now, yes.”

“Good.” Dean presses into Cas’s space, tilting his head down in offering, and Cas readily accepts.

He sighs and relaxes into the kiss, his weak wings flaring around him, reaching for the human he cherishes most.

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