#seth200

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congrats on 200 @sikennatural !!! proud of u!

#seth200 #supernatural #spn fanart #castiel #godstiel #my art 🦷 #I am. so embarrassed rn lol #art #digital art #fanart #I legit was so excited to post this one on time like ‘yea I can’t wait to post this on sunday!!’ #only to realize the prompt was actually for saturday… #hhh I was so sad :/ #glad there’s an extra day to catch up lol

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Lost and Found

A/N: This is written for @sikennatural ‘s follower celebration! (prompts used: “Keep it”, moonrise)

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The moon reflects shallowly from the puddle at Dean’s feet. Cas is warm and solid next to him, shoulder to shoulder as they lean against the side of the impala. Dean can’t look at him. That makes it real. But his mind screams for him to look and see, to etch Cas’ image into his mind one more time; for what could be the last time. 

“Are you sure I can’t go with you?” Dean asks, his voice catching in his throat. The air is thick in his lungs, heavy with humidity, drowning him. Cas shifts his weight, pressing into his side. 

“There’s no point in us both getting killed, Dean. They will know if I bring you with me.” His voice is low and measured, careful.

“We could just leave now. You don't even need to see them. You know it’s a trap.” Dean’s blood boils under his skin. Whoever decided angels were fair and kind and loving could not have been more wrong. Instead, they start wars and set traps for their brother so they can send him to a fate worse than hell for the rest of eternity.

Dean will never forgive himself if Cas doesn’t come back. How could he? He’s the one who drew the angels to earth in the first place with his trip to Hell. So no, Dean doesn’t buy into that “fear not” bullshit.

Cas’ eyes soften.

They couldn’t have been more wrong about every angel but one. 

“We have no other option, you know that. It may have impossible odds, but I’ve seen you get through so much worse.” Cas draws a shaky breath. “Please look at me, Dean. If this is goodbye…”   

Dean wants to take him by the shoulders and shake him and scream at him to see straight. He wants to take a swing at him for being so self-sacrificing and blind to what Dean feels. He wants to bury his face in the lapels or his trenchcoat and cling to him for dare life, begging him to stay.

Instead, he snaps, “Shut up. This isn’t goodbye okay? I’m not fucking saying goodbye to you because I will meet you here again in forty-eight hours okay?” Dean lifts his eyes and they’re immediately drawn to Cas’. They’re soft and sad and he wants nothing more than to cup his face and smooth his frown with his lips. This can’t be goodbye, because if it is, Cas would di- Cas would leave without ever knowing. 

“Dean-”

Dean snatches the beaded bracelet from his wrist. 

“Here, you’re going to look after this okay?” Dean slips it over Cas’ hand. “So you better haul your ass back here and give it back to me later because- because,” he takes a shuddering breath, his voice thick, hot pressure bluntly building behind his eyes, “because if you don’t I’m going to be fucking pissed okay.” He doesn’t realise how tightly he’s holding Cas’ wrist until Cas’ hand gently covers his own.

“Of course, Dean,” he says quietly. 

“Promise me, Cas. Promise me you will bring it back.” Promise me you’ll come back. 

Tears burn their way down his cheeks but no one mentions it. Dean pulls him into a hug and Cas squeezes him like his life depends on it, and he can’t help but think that maybe right now, it does. 

“I promise,” Cas says, almost inaudible. 

Just this once Dean allows himself to drop his head to Cas’ shoulder and breathe deeply. If this is the last time he will ever feel at home, he wants to be able to remember it in its entirety. 

All too soon Cas is pulling away. Dean’s left cold without him there.

“Thank you, Dean. It’s been an honour knowing you. It’s an honour.” Cas’ voice breaks, but before Dean can reply, he’s gone with the rustle of wings. Dean reaches into the empty space where he was just moments ago. 

Gone. 

Dean is three feet from his body when he opens the impala door and sinks into the leather seat. He is heavy, like his entire body has been stuffed with lead. 

His hands shake. 

In the space next to him lies a worn cassette tape. ‘Dean's top 13 Zepp TRA XX’.

He screams.

* * * 

The fifty-third hour scrapes past, ticking over on his phone. The screen dies as the battery loses the last of its power. It slips from his hand, landing on the car floor with a dull thud.

“Cas, please,” Dean repeats for what feels like the thousandth time, his throat rough, voice raw from praying for hours, “come home, please come home. I can’t do this without you, man. I love you, and I never got to tell you that. I love you, I love you, I have always loved you and you left before I could fucking tell you.” The words are all too familiar to his ears, like a broken record skipping back to the same track over and over. He was too much of a coward to speak his truth, and now it might never see the light of day. “Come back to me you fucking asshole, I love you!” he yells into the deafening silence of his car. He slams his hands down on the steering wheel, a fresh wave of anger washing over him. Dean tumbles out of the impala, his head pounding.

“Fuck! You selfish asshole I never got to tell you!” he screams at the dark sky. There are no stars. “You fucking promised you’d come back! You promised, you promised, you promised me!” His whole body shakes with dry sobs, his tears long since run out. “Come back to me you asshole I love you,” he chokes out.  The wet ground is no softer when his knees crash into it.

“Dean?” A voice so weak he almost misses it. 

Cas.

His head snaps up to see him leaning heavily on a tree in the treeline of the forest. Cas.

Before he knows what he is doing, Dean’s colliding with him, Cas letting out a muffled pained noise but clinging to him nonetheless.

“You’re back, you came back.” Dean didn’t dare draw away. Cas slowly became heavier in his arms as he relaxed.

“I had a promise to keep.” There’s a small smile in his voice. “Sorry I’m late, my ‘ride’ got a little damaged,” Cas let out a wet laugh, but Dean could still hear the air quotes in his words.  

It was only now Dean noticed the crusting on the back of his trenchcoat. His stomach drops.

“Oh, Cas...” He leads him back to the impala, taking most of his weight. They don’t stop touching when Cas eases himself into the passenger seat. Cas pulls something from his pocket. 

“I’m sorry, it got broken,” Cas says, as sincere as ever, as he opens his palm to show a piece of elastic and a handful of beads. A laugh bursts through Dean’s lips.

“Cas, I don’t care abt the bracelet, I-”

“I love you too,” Cas finishes. Both of Dean’s hands cover Cas’, still holding the beads, kneeling in front of him. Cas’ free hand trails along the edge of Dean’s jaw, and he’s swept up into a kiss. 

“I love you I love you I love you,” Dean says against his lips, punctuated by kisses as Cas breathes in his confession. Both their lips are chapped and dry, and it’s tinted with the metallic taste of Cas’ blood, but it is warm and it’s Cas, and for that, Dean couldn’t have wished for anything more. Reluctantly, Dean pulls back and carefully takes the beads, slipping them into the pocket of his jeans. “I’ll rethread them and you can keep it. As long as you promise to keep coming back to me, it’s all yours.”

“Always, Dean. I will always come back to you.”

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #destiel fic #seth200 #userpris #rambleoncas #queenrowenas #fieryfrankie #usercarys #userda #lincolns #lincolns fic #lincolns writing #fic

[darcyesque]

mr. sandman // dean and cas

for @sikennatural's celebration, congrats!!

tags

@youre-only-gay-once @hawaiianpurplewolf @alltoowellcas @buzzbuzzbitches @tootiredmotel @v-o-f-k @toppinghughdancy @sierraxnevada @faithroad @frostypiss @finalgirlstiel

#i am so sorry my computer was so fucked up while making this #seth200 #love u tho!! #amv #spnamvarchive #rambleoncas

[deer-motif]

CASTIEL: Oh.

8.02, Supernatural // 12.19 The Future, Supernatural // 15.09 The Trap, Supernatural

↳ @sikennatural’s milestone celebration! prompt: “keep it”

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #seth200 #my eorks #dean winchester #castiel #destiel edit #deancas edit #destiel parallels #had to put my phone down making the second frame. jesus christ

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ALTAR for @sikennatural's milestone event :D

congratulations seth! hope you enjoy this little enochian translation lol!! this is sort of inspired by the cinderwings fic concept of angel blades and also . shattered at the altar of dean winchester or w/e. do with this what you will.

#egan.art #spn fanart #seth200 #tw eye strain #castiel #castiel fanart #seffersonjtarship #rambleoncas

[comfycowboy]

"keep it"

for @sikennatural's celebration<3

#seth200 #lucymakes #spn edit

[msexplorer]

You missed the rating contest LOL

I see I did... damn! I want in on the next one!!  ;-)

#seth200

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@sikennatural’s (My) 200 Follower Celebration!

“Title”

↳ prompt: “I love you”

Cas POV. This a long one. Poem underneath the cut.

For the sake of argument: Let’s say I love you.

You’re beautiful and charming and

everything I could’ve imagined.

Here’s your problem: You never go first.

You have desired everything in the world,

seen it and felt it beneath your palm,

and refuse to take anything

because you haven’t been told to.

But you love me,

and I know you love me

and I know you know you love me because you’ve built everything on top of it.

You hug me and watch movies with me

and you pat my shoulder and keep it there longer than what you’ve told me is

acceptable

and you ask for personal space and then you don’t move away.

I love this about you:

you’re caring and you’re caring

and I can’t stand

that you do

these things

thinking I didn’t notice.

You are the most selfless, loving human being that I will ever know.

You are my greatest sense of joy and my worst flaw.

I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m dying right in front of you.

Forget about my death. Let’s say you’re a mailman.

You take what goes to others and hand it out accordingly, and if something’s wrong or absent on the envelope, you collect your scraps from love letters that never belonged to you.

But sometimes, when something really interesting happens, you come to my house and whisper to me,

“Oh, Wesson sent her a letter today, and it smelled like cologne— I bet I know what happens next.”

And then we’d watch movies you’ve all seen before and whisper really close to my ear, “Watch what happens next.”

Are you watching, love?

This is the important part of the film.

And we’d do this every Sunday, except that one time I yelled at you to get off my lawn because there was a rabid dog loose in my house

and I’m sorry I yelled at you so harshly, I’m sorry I keep getting rabid animals in my house. I think they’re attracted to you.

Je suis mourir de faim et vous est le meilleur décès des nous.

I’m sorry about that. I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me for the things I haven’t done?

Can you catch me one last time?

Forget about the death. Forget about the mailmen. Forget about my awful insatiable appetite that kills me every time I look at you.

You’re willing to starve yourself out. Unfortunately, I don’t have that much time.

For the sake of the argument, let’s say I didn’t love you.

I would’ve left this TV screen forty-two years ago.

#this is what he meant by he tried to teach a fish poetry #my eords #castiel #destiel #deancas #seth200 #destiel poetry #deancas poetry #supernatural #poetry #poems

[deer-motif]

My 200 Follower Celebration!

Holy shit, my first milestone! I did not expect to hit it this quickly! A portion of you found me before I lapsed back into Supernatural. The majority of you are from the Desticule and Co. and I have to say, I fucking love you people. From the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you! These past few months genuinely would not have been the same. This community has had its highs and lows and I’m glad I got to connect with all of you throughout it. I truly enjoy seeing and interacting with what everyone brings to the table.

So: I want to celebrate by boosting your creations! It’ll be a four day event, November 26th to the 29th, which gives you roughly over a month to create!

Prompts:

Friday, 26th: “keep it” // moonrise // candlelit

Saturday, 27th: transition // “i love you” // divine

Sunday, 28th: sleep // altar // “hold me”

Monday, 29th: Time to catch up on anything if you missed a day!

What content can I make?

Fics, art, edits, AMVs, anything! It’s your choice!

My only request is that it is about Supernatural, there’s no NSFW, and no w*ncest (w*ncesties get off before I curbstomp you)

And if you stray from the prompts a little, don’t worry! I want you to have fun. You don’t have to be following me if you want to join, either! I’d love to see what you create anyways.

Use the tag #seth200 and @ me directly in everything!

Once again, thank you! It is a delight to be here and I want to spread the feeling. Sending you all incredible vibes <3

. . .

✧ taglist and mutuals ✧

@tootiredmotel @ciderdean @casismymrdarcy @xfilesnatural @faithroad @slaughterhousepdf @fanged-cas @spookydeastiel @heres-to-evil-skanks @deanlovescasblog @angeltiddies @meltedcandlescas @ghostlysibling @rambleoncas @jeremy-carver @hauntedwreck

#seth200 #i’m actually extremely overjoyed rn #seth.txt #follower celebration

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you know, that thing I said I’d do

oh my god, I literally had so much fun with this. I would definitely host another one of these for my next follower milestone! I really appreciate you all and getting to make creations side by side with you!! Quite literally amazing. Once again, thank you everyone who participated and thank you to everyone who has followed me or interacted with my posts <3 I love being unnerving and strange on the hellsite. Without further ado, here is the event masterpost!

ART

ALTAR by @faithroad → prompt: altar (castiel)

DIVINE by @ultimatekiller → prompt: divine (godstiel)

FIC + POETRY

“Attempt” by @drgarth → prompt: “keep it” (dean/cas, dean pov)

Lost and Found by @enby-dean → prompts: “keep it” + moonrise (dean/cas)

“One Whole(No Longer Two Halves)” by @drgarth → prompt: “I love you” (dean/cas)

“Title” by @sikennatural → prompt: “I love you” (dean/cas, cas pov)

“a perfect moment” by @drgarth → prompt: “hold me” (dean/cas)

“Faith (to worship is to believe)” by @frostypiss → prompts: altar and divine (dean/cas)

“love At The altar” by @sikennatural → prompt: altar (dean/cas, cas pov)

a history of sleep by @disableddean → prompt: sleep (dean/cas)

EDITS

“It’s a gift. You keep those.” by @sikennatural → prompt: “keep it” (dean/cas parallels)

fakepaintingnatural cassette scene by @willowcoded → prompt: “keep it” (dean/cas)

dean destroying the angel idol by @mybelovedcas → prompt: “keep it” (dean)

AMVS

mr. sandman by @10x02 → prompt: sleep (dean/cas)

#seth200 #wahhhh tytytyty for all this is really means a lot #masterpost #lmk if none of the links are working or something’s missing!!