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angelinthefire · 1 year
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So my latest idea for deancas in the winchesters tv show (a tv show that I have not watched [... yet???]) is roughly something like this:
ok, Dean and Jack and Bobby get back to Heaven, and Dean goes into the Roadhouse this time. It's a little party. You can tell that Dean is still melancholy. And then he sees Cas again. Cas is kind of nervous. But Dean just melts when he sees him, and also manages to look somehow sadder. And he hugs him tight for a long time. And Cas relaxes too. But they're still in the Roadhouse surrounded by people, so they don't talk, and Dean gets pulled back into the celebrations.
But later, it's night, and Dean steps out back of the Roadhouse, into the field. Cas is there, looking up at the sky, hands in his pockets. Dean comes and stands next to him.
Their conversation starts out much the same way as in Full of Grace, with Dean being like:
"I missed you."
"I missed you too. Though I was hoping you'd take longer to get here."
Dean scoffs and shakes his head. "I tried, y'know. To be the guy you gave that speech to."
Cas turns to face him fully. "You are that guy."
"Cas..." Dean's gaze seaches Cas' face as he searches for what to say.
Then:
Dean focuses and asks softly, "What do you want?"
"Dean?"
"Tell me. You said the one thing you want is something you can't have. So tell me."
Cas fumbles for the right words for a beat, just the thought of what he wants alone starting to make him emotional. Finally he says with a sad smile, "To have a life with you."
And the irony is not lost on Dean. He takes a breath that's thick with tears, clearly thinking about might-have-beens. His gaze drops from Cas' eyes to his mouth, and he says with a soft desperation, "Then let's get out of here. Let's live."
Cas balks. "I can't."
"Since when do you care about rules?"
Cas just looks at him imploringly.
But Dean is already getting worked up at the idea. "Come on, what's one more time? It'll be just 30, 40 years, that's nothing." He grips Cas's arm. "But we can... you can have anything." His eyes are bright with a hungry kind of hope. "I want... I wanna give you anything."
And Cas is clearly getting reeled in. He's staring at Dean like he wants to kiss him.
"He doesn't mean it, you know."
Cas and Dean turn towards the new voice.
"Jack?" Cas says.
"He's telling you what you want to hear, so you'll do what he wants," Jack says with a kindness tipping towards pity.
"What the hell?" Dean says.
Jack turns to him, matter of factly, "Am I wrong?"
"Of course you're fucking wrong. The hell is wrong with you?"
Jack shakes his head sadly. "What's wrong with you? You have heaven, Dean." He tilts his head and narrows his eyes. "There is something wrong with you, isn't there?" he says like he's seeing it for the first time.
Dean hardens. "Then kick me outta heaven. Go on!"
"... where's Jack?" says Cas, who hasn't stopped staring at Jack the whole time.
Jack turns to him, confused.
So Cas repeats himself, firmly but slowly, "Where is Jack?"
A horrified look comes over Dean's face.
Not-Jack smiles. "He's with me. Don't worry, he's safe." It's not reassuring.
And anyways, the upshot of the following dialogue would be that Chuck didn't win. Chuck has to live out his miserable existence on earth. But God did win. Because Chuck was just a guy that God was possessing. But the way God possesses someone, they start to lose sense of themselves, and parts of their personality start to find expression in God. Chuck was petty and squirrely. Jack will be a different kind of God. But the whole thing is unsettling and chilling.
I'm not sure how I would have things escalate, but they do. Of course Cas wants God to leave Jack alone, maybe he even offers himself as a vessel but God refuses. Idk, more stuff is said, it ends with God giving them a clear and definite threat about not screwing shit up anymore.
Then he disappears.
Dean and Cas are both striken. They talk. "What do we do?" - "What can we do?" etc. etc. I haven't thought about this part in depth, but some sort of plan is made.
Dean caps off the conversation with "We've got work to do"
They head towards the impala. Then,
"Dean?"
Dean turns towards Cas.
"Did you mean it?"
Dean doesn't answer at first.
"It's okay if you didn't," Cas says. And he's sincere. He's got bigger things to be upset about now, after all. "I'd understand."
Dean gets a hard look. He moves towards Cas, grabs him by the lapels, and pulls him close, and when they're close enough to kiss, Dean says,
"We're gonna kill god. And then I'm gonna show you how much I meant it."
End scene. And then I guess Dean and Cas just pop up in the background of the main plot here and there as they chase god through the multi-verse
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and-stir-the-stars · 2 years
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ask game 3. Is there any trope/scene you've been wanting to write?
I would love to write an amnesia fic about Cas losing his memory, or an age regression fic of Sam and Dean suddenly having to take care of fledgling Cas (both of which would be packed full of angst, of course).
11. Post something from a current wip or concept
So far all three of my wips have been abandoned with no hope of me completing them any time soon. I do have a few concepts in my notes app, though.
I have a dadstiel drabble I want to write about Jack and Cas sitting on some rocks at a creek as they watch the water flow through cracks in the rocks.
Jack: are the rocks shaped like this because of the way the water flows, or does the water flow like this because of how the rocks are shaped?
Cas smiles and says nothing.
J: oh, come on!
C: The Earth's secrets aren't mine to tell, Jack.
J: well, what can you tell me?
*insert clever dialogue before Cas starts reciting Neanderthal poetry to Jack, although it's more of a story than a poem after being translated into English for Jack's benefit*
C: "The stars broke themselves into pieces before fashioning those pieces into people/ They gave each other these people and held them proudly in their arms as the people grew and grew and grew/ Until one day they grew too much and became less and less like stars/ The stars' touches began to burn/ To keep them safe, the stars let the people go/ and they drifted through the sky/ The people found Earth and made it their home/ And the shining stars come out in the bitter darkness every night/ when their children would need them most."
15. Any changes that you've noticed in your writing since you started?
Oh definitely. My writings have gotten angstier and angstier as I've gotten more comfortable in my ability to write angst, and I don't write fluff pieces very often now. I've started writing Dean less and less given that my negative feelings toward him are so much stronger now than when I started writing. I'm not sure about any changes to my actual writing style, diction, syntax, etc, but hopefully it's gotten better
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angeltiddies · 3 years
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In the beginning, God created The Heavens and The Earth
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phantomwarrior12 · 4 years
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Do I?
Prompt: @stusbunker​‘s Lie to Me Melody challenge. Prompt #16
Word Count: 839
Summary: Some reunions are truly bittersweet.
Warnings: Implied post-woohoo times, that’s about it.
A/N: Hey folks!
Guess who finally decided to finish a Supernatural fic? Ya girl. Anyway, thank you to the wonderful @stusbunker for hosting this fantastic challenge! I used the lyrics as more of an inspiration for a concept, (seeds of mistrust, etc...).
Please leave a like/comment and let me know your thoughts!
Enjoy!
~Phantom
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Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow 
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He looks so peaceful.
There's a softness to his features, a steady rhythm to the rise and fall of his chest. It's slow, deliberate - a reassurance that he's alive - that he's home. Despite all its merit as something important, something uniquely human, it's nothing more than a formality for the archangel. He'd told you once before, a passing remark about angels not needing to breathe and the action - the rise and fall of their chests, something you've fixated upon on nights like these - is little more than a charade for the masses. Even on his side with an arm thrown haphazardly over your hip, the other nestled beneath his pillow, you're still not sure if this isn't a formality like everything else. The evening's events play back in your mind and you can't quite quell the flush that creeps into your cheeks - nor the fear that settles in the pit of your stomach.
He's been back a week, his grand appearance startling all after he reveals he staged his death on the alternate Earth. He's hardly been able to keep his hands to himself and yet, drowning in all his affection, you still doubt his intentions. It's clear he's here for something, he's never been one to hang around the Bunker longer than he has to - especially not when the Winchesters are there. His extended stay raises one too many questions for your liking and you're terrified of the answer. 
Is he using you? Not just for evening entertainment, but for insight, information - a source that unwittingly reveals more than she intends. But why? What could be so damned important that he subjects himself to Dean's idle jabs?
You tug the sheets a little tighter around your frame as you prop yourself up on your elbow. Gabriel doesn't move, lost in his dreams - another formality. Why does he act so damned human all the time? Still, the wrinkle to his nose is cuter than it should be under the warm glow of yellow cast over his features. The small candle you'd lit dances across the darkened room, its warmth undetectable but even so, it seems to seep into your very soul.
You reach for him, fingertips ghosting over the stubble along his jaw and he shifts. Your hand lifts as he settles before it alights along his cheekbone. Your fingers trace along the shadows as if they'll reveal that which the archangel conceals. They drift along the soft curve of his cheek as you memorize every line, every inch of his features - you can't remember how many times you longed to see it all these years.
First, Lucifer and the hotel and now--
The thought falters when Gabriel's hand on your hip flexes, as if he's adjusting his grip before he curls closer and your heart rate spikes to a cacophony in your ears. You hold your breath and he stills. You hold your breath and you tuck a golden lock behind his ear. You hold your breath and the wrinkle fades and his jaw slackens in a soft snore.
And then you can breathe, cautiously. You can breathe as you lean in, the subtle flare of cinnamon and sugar assaults your senses. You can breathe and your heart aches all the more. 
Why is he here?
It replays like a mantra in the depths of your mind. A piece of your soul chalks it up to the rare possibility that he's staying because he cares: because he misses you. Another attributes it to something more sinister, forcing you to question whether or not this is actually this world's Gabriel. 
You can remember the day he "died". The showdown with Michael that seemed altogether suspicious. He'd turned just before he attacked the alternate Earth's Michael, his ordinarily golden eyes a brilliant sky blue. And he made sure you made eye contact. You could have sworn you heard a whisper of his voice in the back of your mind and the fight was over before it began.
You distinctly remember watching him crumple to the ground just before Sam shoved you through the portal. You recall Dean had been acting weird, well, giving credit to an angel other than Cas qualified as weird and he'd done a lot of praising on Gabriel's demised behalf.
At the time, you'd thought nothing of it, but now? Now it all makes sense. Now you know why he'd looked at you. Now you know why Dean was so uncharacteristically eager to praise the archangel.
The smug bastard had hitched a ride home with Dean.
But did the look, the fleeting moment of eye contact serve as a means to an end? Or did you truly mean something to him, even then?
You're not sure you'll get that answer anytime soon, nor will you be able to put that nagging sense of foreboding to rest. So, at least for now, you'll enjoy what time you have your with your archangel.
For better or for worse.
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honey-bri-books · 3 years
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Meeting Castiel in Heaven
****Not polished, and missing....something, I dunno. But have been thinking of this as a fix-it fic idea, or alternate version of Dean meeting Cas in heaven, where they would live together, etc.***
Not a smut-fic, sex implied, light language, Destiel is canon, etc...PG-13ish? Enjoy!
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There are stars. So many of them. 
Dean hasn’t encountered one car, since he left Bobby, back at the road house. No tiredness, not even a cramp in his leg, or strain in his neck and shoulders. The impala seems to purr, as he glances out the window at the stretches of field and lush green, that whir past. Letting out a deep breath, he slows down and pulls over to the side of the road. Not worried about anything happening to the car, Dean steps out and decides to just go for a walk. 
Heaven. He still can’t believe it. He never thought for a second that Jack would bend the rules for even him...unless he and Rowena...Dean thought that he knew he was destined for Hell, no matter what happened. 
Good for you, kid. Would he get to see Jack, anytime soon? To thank him? 
Time apparently doesn’t seem to exist in heaven. You get the luxury of night and day, stormy weather and cloudless skies, depending on what Dean figures accounted for a resident’s mood, or wish. And the setting was almost perfect...
Dean comes across a beaten path, leading into the woods. The second he enters to explore, the path is lit up by the moon, shining brightly through the trees. A perfect scene and set-up. The trees seem to sparkle and the sound of crickets and frogs fill the air. 
I could get used to this....
Dean starts to hum to himself. He continues along on his walk, until the path leads him to an open field. He’s surrounded by tall grass on one side of the path, and corn stalks on the other. It’s still dark out and Dean looks up at the sky to see a shooting star pass overhead. 
Then he stops dead in his tracks. 
Stars. No pain in heaven. No despair, or want, but at the same time... Dean closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. There’s a tightness in his chest and he licks his lips before making the wish. He’d been delaying it. Afraid to be truly happy, for once in his life. But on a night like this, Dean knows that the stars and the sky and the moon, that it’s not all there just for him...
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Castiel lays on a bed set up in the barn that he recently built, with Jack’s permission. His legs tangled in the sheets, pajama bottoms hanging off of his hips and a top buttoned lazily and messily. Hair mussed and eyes glazed over, Castiel looks up through the broken pieces of the barn’s ceiling, and catches a shooting star pass overhead.
He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in deeply. The barn is cleaner than the one where he and Dean first met, though matching closely in design. Where the table used to stand, Castiel placed a bed, and two side tables, with lamps. A kitchen was added to the back of the barn and a game slash media room adjacent to the library. The loft now holds extra blankets, pillows and several musical instruments, as well as two telescopes, which aim at the large windows. 
Behind the barn, Castiel added a hot spring with a view of the mountains and with a patio set up, complete with grill and mini bar. He’s enjoyed the taste of food, while in heaven. The chemical taste gone, Jack never forgot Castiel’s envy for a human being’s taste buds. Now, all supernatural beings could appreciate food like most humans could. While immune to several species, the death rate and the murderess spree on earth had shifted off of demons, angels, and even werewolves. While not eliminating the need to consume live game and blood for most beings, a new tolerance for the human species had developed. A new level of respect. Jack told Castiel that it had been because of him, but Castiel never really believed that. 
The set up for the barn had changed over the past year, but Castiel finally deemed it ready for Dean’s arrival.
Dean. It’s too soon. When he had first heard of Dean’s demise...
Castiel opens his eyes to the sound of footsteps. He turns his head towards the barn doors. There’s a creak and the sounds of the barn shifting and humming, in response to Dean’s touch. Castiel slowly sits up in bed and just stares back at Dean Winchester, who glows against the light of the moon, which seems to pour in from the outside, though there is still a soft glow coming from the opening in the roof. Castiel gets out of bed and takes a step forward.
“Cas. Wait there for me..” Dean watches Castiel fall to the ground, his knees giving out from underneath him. He wants to run to him, but instead takes his time. Step by step. 
Castiel is hypnotized by Dean’s presence, and just watches his approach, stunned. His soul and Castiel’s swell and fill the barn with warmth and comfort and love. Neither Dean nor Castiel notice the barn doors closing, the opening in the barn ceiling expanding, filling the barn with starlight. 
When Dean makes it to the bed, Castiel slowly reaches out for him...
Dean grabs Castiel and covers his mouth with his own. Castiel is trembling as Dean picks him up and lays him onto the bed. He rips open Castiel’s top and leans down to suck at his neck. 
“Dean...Dean...” Castiel’s tears catch at his lashes and Dean kisses them away.
“Cas. My angel. Mine. Oh, fuck...” He presses up against Castiel, who cries out...
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Afterwards, Castiel and Dean lie naked together, in bed. Castiel is explaining the new design and his additions to the barn, and Dean listens as he looks up at the stars. When Castiel finishes describing the hot spring out back, Dean wraps Castiel in his arms and pulls him close. For awhile, they both look lovingly at each other. Dean kisses Castiel once more, before saying...
“Thanks for leaving the warding up on the walls. You didn’t even fix what I got wrong, the first time.” 
They both look around at the warding that Bobby and Dean had put up, when bracing themselves for Castiel’s “attack.” While Castiel updated the living spaces, he kept the character of the barn in-tact, and the warding was exactly as Dean remembered it. He wonders for a moment whatever happened to the real barn, on earth. Castiel brings him back to heaven, by kissing his temple, sweetly. Dean tackles Castiel against the bed and holds him down as Cas laughs, shyly. Dean brings his lips to Castiel’s ear and whispers...
“What are you thinking, right now?” Castiel’s eyes shine bright. Dean’s never seen Cas this happy before, in all the time they’ve known each other. 
“I’m thinking 'Why would I have fixed it?’ If you had got the warding correct the first time, or if you believed before meeting me that angels were real....and that they cared about you...we may never have met. I had failed to engage with you, before that night in the barn. And I was in trouble with...Umm. Mmm.” Castiel’s eyes roll back into his head, as Dean kisses down his neck, his chest and his stomach. “Dean!”
Dean brushes his lips lightly against Castiel’s hip, and teases him.
“You got in trouble, for me. So much trouble..” Castiel bites his lip and reaches overhead to clutch onto the head board. 
“Dean. Dean...Mmm” He starts to thrust upwards, and Dean holds his hips in place, stilling him. Castiel trembles and Dean smiles against him.
“Naughty...”
“I love you..” 
Dean pulls himself up along Castiel’s body, and Cas whimpers desperately. Dean finds Castiel’s eyes, and finally says it. His truth. His everything...
“I love you, too. Cas. I love you...”
The End.
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lamphous · 3 years
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as requested by a commenter on ao3, reference/allusion footnotes for this fic
“Alan Alda, M*A*S*H, the one where they all wear red” — season 7, episode 2, “peace on us”. this is really just a list of things that are constantly on tv. metatextually, also a reference to seemingly everyone getting into at least one of mash or spn the last few months of 2020.
“The Hangover” — also on tv all the time
“Law & Order, uhh, guest star Claire Danes” — season 3, episode 1, “skin deep”. here for the same reason as the previous two.
“Romeo + Juliet” — what it says on the tin. this reference did then make me recontextualize something later as possibly an unconscious r & j allusion so I’m including it here.
“that amorphous ‘it’” — haha, this is a reference to a passage in virginia woolf’s to the lighthouse, one of my favorite books. it’s... okay, it’s this passage in section 11 of part 1 that we studied pretty extensively in my vw and later modernism classes (ezra if you read this no you didn’t) where mrs. ramsay talks about the lighthouse’s light in a way that the pronoun “it” evolves to refer to a bunch of things at once, culminating in “it is enough” in a way that refers to, like, everything. so “it” is something much larger than the concrete things it could be directly referring to, as well as those things (here, dean’s imagined “it’s alright” being “it” their relationship, the specific situation at hand, life, the universe, everything etc).
“spine bowed like a tree branch coated in ice” —  robert frost, “birches” (“swinging doesn't bend them down to stay / as ice-storms do”).  one of my favorite poems that has some particularly cas lines (”I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over. / May no fate willfully misunderstand me / And half grant what I wish and snatch me away / Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: / I don't know where it's likely to go better.”)
“long, dark, infinitely desolate avenue” — sylvia plath, the bell jar (“day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.”)
“’all-time creeper anthem’” and the surrounding conversation — oh you KNOW this is exactly how dean would describe aerosmith’s “I don’t wanna miss a thing”. like it would come on the radio and dean would talk through the whole thing but not change the station at all because it’s not... look, it’s not the worst, alright?
“half confession, half plea” — jane austen, persuasion (“I am half agony, half hope.”)
“Hands too.” — so this section was not at first intentionally a bit of “for saints have hands” / “have not saints lips” but when I was editing I almost cut it before I made the connection lol
“I’m sorry.” / “It’s okay.” / “It’s really not.” — cadence-wise, this is classic sacred text obelisk & metronome
“fries” — sufjan stevens, “john my beloved” (“beauty blue eyes, my order of fries”)
“world outside of time” — a softer world, #917 (“we talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time.”)
“his lips to Dean's cheek” — also sufjan stevens, “john my beloved” (“the kiss on my cheek / where there remains but a mark”). also the general judas imagery. if we’re being honest, 80% of this fic ended up being inspired by this song lmao
“‘Are you happy?’” — mother mother, “happy” (literally all of it lmao)
“Dean is more than the sum of soul and body, some product of the combination” — THIS IS THE WORST ONE. this is a reference to fucking max scheler's conception of essentialism.
I’ll be entirely honest, the whole part about the tattoo was mostly an excuse to do a little “and lo dibs was called” reference. I’m pretty sure I still have that pic on my first gen ipod touch from middle school lmao
“liquid smooth” — I had stopped for one second to think of an adjective when “liquid smooth” by mitski came on and I went “alright, sure!” and just put it in without a thought lol
I do just wanna also say the thing about the oatmeal is something I do lmao. whatever, we’re right! it’s delicious
“A passing car's headlights tumbles through the bottom of the curtains.” — again, that section of to the lighthouse
“Carpe diem” — sure, cas probably knows actual latin, but this is intended as a dead poets society because dean canonically likes it and I believe he’d make cas watch it with 
“his beloved, his partner in crime, his magnetic north” — this is a more general reference to what I call the “you and I but we’re a list of concrete nouns” subgenre of music (“paul” is one such example; “litany” by billy collins is about the subject; see also: “I wanna be yours” by arctic monkeys, “love it dissipates” by mother mother, “brand new colony” by the postal service)
“his beginning, end, and all that glorious middle” — same as previous, and also, as my notes worded it, “both the christian concept of alpha omega AND a glee reference, bc this whole exercise is for my middle school self” (the glee reference is the nonsensical-but-lasting-in-my-memory “the rest is just a whole lot of middle”)
“like a crypt” — I didn’t mark the rest of the spn-specific connections because this list would be twice as long, but I wanted to point out this was originally “like an egyptian tomb”, you know, the phrase, and when I thought of this change I fucking cackled out loud. oh “goodbye stranger”, you’ve always had my back...
“Love you, love you, love you” — again sylvia plath, the bell jar (“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.”)
“It's terrible” — took me a while to realize what about this line sounded so familiar but I finally nailed it in editing, it’s fucking richard siken, “litany in which certain things are crossed out” (“love, for you, / is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s / terrifying. no one / will ever want to sleep with you.”)
“clings to Dean and lets himself be clung to in return” — apparently the nat king cole song “nature boy” which I recognize best from moulin rouge (“the greatest thing you'll ever learn / is just to love and be loved in return.”), which I also associate with 2013 fandom, so I guess this one’s for the gleeks. fun fact: for the longest time I remembered this as a les mis reference. it’s really not. I don’t know why I thought that.
“All he has now is his hands” — richard siken, “boot theory” (“a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river / but then he’s still left / with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he’s still left with his hands.”)
if you read this far, congrats! welcome to my twisted intertextual mind
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SPN: Gabriel and Castiel
This is my brief interpretation of Gabriel and Castiel’s relationship back when they were younger... I was inspired by many other Gabe and Cas headcanons I’ve found, but put a bit of a “personal twist” on them I guess??? This has probably already been done before lmao
also minor destiel emifnc -
Gabriel often went to Earth and brought back gifts for all the youngest angels of Heaven. The most common treasures were: new flowers he’d discovered, sweet  treats such as wine and honey (Balthazar’s favorite) and small objects he’d found in his path (feathers, oddly-shaped stones, etc.). All the young angelics flocked around their elder brother as he passed around the gifts... all but one - Castiel.
Castiel was different - he was Gabriel’s favorite (every angel could tell). Something about his fascination with not only the richest of Earth’s creations, but also the sheer beauty of every speck of its surface, insignificant or not. Because of this, Gabriel often returned home, handed out his scavenged treasures, and then carefully snuck Castiel out of sight - down to the lowest cloud they could find - and unveiled his gift.
The first time this occurred Gabriel had shown him his first thunderstorm. As large streaks of lightning lit up the night sky, and the pitter patter of tiny, elegant raindrops blanketed the ground below, Castiel shivered in fear as the brooding rumble of thunder challenged the young angel. Cowering underneath the golden folds of his brother’s majestic wings, he begged Gabriel to take him back to Heaven, that Earth seemed like a place too dangerous for him to handle. 
Lifting the shimmering cover off his brother’s tiny, shaking form, Gabriel smiled warmly and explained, “Thunder cannot hurt you, only scare. You must show it who should be feared more, little brother.” 
At this, Castiel slowly released his grip from the soft clouds, and stood to his feet, balling his tiny fists as he roared loudly into the darkness surrounding them. 
Gabriel fell backward in mock-suprise, hollering, “Ah! You sure are a force not to be reckoned with, Castiel!”
Years later, sitting on that same cloud, Gabriel showed him his first sunset. As the glorious shades of magenta, purple, and orange blended subtly with the navy night sky, Castiel found himself entranced in the golden sphere fixated in the center of it all - the Sun. What a glorious masterpiece it was, something he vowed to teach every angel, creature, and man he came across about.
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Sitting on a small patch of emerald grass, his head gently rested on Dean’s shoulder as Sam typed away furiously on his silver laptop beside them, Castiel watched as the same graceful performance of his youth unfolded right before his eyes - a sunset, just as beautiful as the first. 
Only now, he had a family to share it with.
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profoundbond-n-tfw · 7 years
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Random ‘To Read’ Destiel Fic List
So with my computer dying and me losing all my info, photos, fics I was writing, my reading lists, etc. I’m starting over and rebuilding. So this list is mostly for me and my files but thought I’d share it in case anyone sees something they might like to read. 
I figure I will finish reading the fics on this list this week…But it might take two depends on how busy I am…lol so with no further ado and in no particular order…
Warning all fics are rated Explicit!
Unintended by emwebb17:
Castiel is a successful defense attorney beginning to doubt the integrity of the work he does. After winning a date with a firefighter named Dean at a charity auction, Cas decides that he needs to make a change in his life. He just has one more case to take care of, but his involvement has devastating consequences.
As The Ink Flows by  CheshireMoon, RexxieConverse
AU- Dean Winchester, known to the world as the gun-slinging western writer Kurt Smith, loves his career as an author, getting to spin his dreams of grand adventure and heroic deeds into best selling novels. Where blood, guts and glory may be Dean’s choice of entertainment, fellow author Castiel Novak, pen name Emmanuel Anael, chose the more philosophical route, using religion and narration of humanity’s condition to drive the plot of his tales. The two could not have more disdain for each other’s style of storytelling, which is made very much known through a happenstance meeting turned heated blow out. As fate seems to have a very interesting sense of humor, Dean and Castiel find themselves accidentally frequenting the same cafe after their disastrous first encounter, and both stubbornly decide to make The Caffeinated Moose their permanent go-to writing destination despite each other’s infuriating presence. Through spilled coffee, ruffled papers, blossoming words, and steam-fogged glasses, will something other than ink flow between these two talented writers?
KAZ by  OnceUponADestiel (Jems_of_Grace)
Dean has always had a weirdly strong attachment to his car that he has never been able to satisfactorily explain, even to himself. He knows that he chose the Impala for his dad on that first infamous time travel experience that Cas sent him on. But now he has another chance to take a trip into the past and this time he finds out exactly why he’s always felt such a weirdly profound bond with this particular vehicle.
Just Pretending by lilypaws
A cool job, a nice apartment, a hot girlfriend. Dean had it all. And lost everything. That’s when he gets the chance to be featured in an article in the famous magazine “Heaven on Earth” and reside in a luxury hotel for four weeks. And win a shit ton of money. The catch: it’s only for married couples. And because Dean’s life is a disaster the only person who is willing to play along and marry him is the person who despises him the most. But playing Couple with Cas Novak for a month can’t be that hard, can it?
Basileus by SillyBlue
A basilisk’s egg is said to be able to break any spell or curse and dissolve any claim on a human’s soul. With the ten years he had been given quickly coming to a close, Dean has no other option but to follow this one desperate lead. While Dean’d love to be able to escape the clutches of hell (and make sure that Sam doesn’t take the bait and follow him directly down into the fiery pits), he really, really doesn’t want to go hunt a probably extinct monster in Europe. But he needs a basilisk and apparently a town in Switzerland just happens to have one as its guardian beast.
It’s just Dean’s luck that this one wears a trench coat and is the hottest guy Dean’s ever seen.
All Your Lies by Speary
When Sam is captured in East Berlin, in the summer of 1953, there is some fear that he’ll be lost to them forever. However, Agent Dean Winchester catches a lucky break. His agency has captured a KGB agent. They’ve negotiated prisoner exchanges before, but only after they had extracted what secrets they could. And Dean has enviable skills when it comes to interrogations. His prisoner, Dmitri Krushnic, though, seems to know too much, and he also seems to be somehow familiar. The more time he spends with the prisoner, the more questions he has, about the past, about what he lost in the war, and about the truth that he wasn’t ready to see.
The Other Shoe by Cliophilyra
It has been 10 years since two scruffy boys arrived at Castiel’s home in the Men of Letters bunker. Dragged along by their father, in search of help with a hunt.
10 years since he fell in love with a green eyed teenager.
10 years since the first and last time they saw each other.
They’re all older and supposedly wiser now and Cas could at least pretend to have forgotten all about that day. Until two familiar men turn up out of the blue, dripping blood on the bunkers doormat.
On Gossamer Wings by CKLizzy
Castiel Shurley is an angel. Yes, angel - because that’s what flight attendants of 8th Heaven Jetways are called. Sky Angels. Flying is Castiel’s freedom. Boarding a plane, working above the clouds, to him it’s like spreading his wings. Lifting off and leaving the world behind - how could anyone not enjoy it? Castiel doesn’t understand how there are people who rather stay on the ground. It’s almost ironic that he should fall in love with someone who fears flying more than anything else.
The Devil’s Music by Amazonia_8
The Hunters have been getting on just fine without him, but when his brother gets into a jam, Dean’s called out of exile and given one more chance to strap on a guitar and hit the road with his family.
One tiny problem. None too happy with the group’s hard rock reputation, the investors have sent an agent to keep the brothers out of trouble. The hot as sin, socially awkward agent who Dean may have accidentally propositioned on the flight over.
But you know what’s more fun than misbehaving on the road to the roar of thousands of fans? Seeing if he can get Castiel to misbehave, too.
Kinetics by kittenbot
Dean Winchester can count on one hand the number of good things that have happened to him in his life. With fingers leftover. When Sculpture Magazine wanted to do a piece on him as the new up-and-comer in metal sculpture, he was guarded. But when he met Castiel, who was sent to document his work, he decided to take a chance on the growing connection between them. They learn that they are both in the BDSM lifestyle and agree to explore that together. Dean has a traumatic past, both in childhood and with bad Doms. They have to negotiate their relationship carefully.
Set in the modern world without the supernatural, Dean is a sculptor and Castiel is a photographer. Castiel is also a Dom and Bakushi—an expert that ties people up in the traditional Japanese way; his specialty is suspension ties. Dean is a sub who was never taught the meaning of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Cas wants to show Dean how wonderful submission can be and he’s absolutely dying to tie Dean up and suspend him. Dean wants to let him. If only he wasn’t being targeted by a psychopath.
Reality of Dreams by kumofu
Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves ‘Liberi Somniorum’ and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn’t bad enough, the police also took his car and then there’s this guy in a trenchcoat who’s guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it’s a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can’t wake up.
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