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rexlmwxnderer · 7 months

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Suptober prompt: Day 3 - 'inspired'

Sam: I see where you look for inspiration, Dean. But, how is it glowing this bright?

*proceeds to inspect*

Dean: Ah... that's because this bad boy's got his angel mojo. Wanted to be accurate, y'know?

Sam: Hold on a second- actual angel grace? You... you used actual grace?

Dean: Yep.

Sam: *faints*

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Jack: Wow... that pumpkin sure looks a lot like you.

Cass: Huh...? *sees pumpkin for the first time* *gets nosebleed*

Dean: *proud*

#do not ask dean how he got the grace #psst the bunker had some dont worry #no angels were harmed in the making of this pumpkin #except for maybe cass #and sam #suptober 23 #suptober day 3 #spn art #dean is inspired by cass' face #it is what it is #destiel art #destiel #otp #suptober23 #suptober art

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seraphsoda · 2 years

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Suptober Day 3: Digital —

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#suptober22 #suptober day 3 #trueform cas #castiel art #spn art #i used to doodle these little trueform cas interpretations when i was in high school with lots of wings and hands/arms/eyes #so yeah idk this is kind of a nod to that #getting closer to being caught up i swear #mine #my art

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zacharyleigh316 · 7 months

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Pumpkin Eater

Suptober Prompt: Days 2 & 3 - Pumpkin Patch, Inspired | Pumpkin Eater | 1.4K | M | Read on Ao3 (or below cut)

It's no news that Sam Winchester hates Halloween, so when a hunt leaves them caked in wet, stringy squash guts, whilst standing in the remains of what used to be a glorious patch of pumpkins, he's reasonably upset. So what if Dean feels a little inspired to egg him on? Maybe he shouldn't make it so easy…

“I really hate Halloween…” Sam groaned, faced scrunched up in disgust as he painstakingly peeled pumpkin guts off of himself.

He took a whiff of his flannel, soiled and freshly wet, and gagged, before sliding the garment off his shoulders.

“What,” Dean grinned, similarly covered, but not as moody as his little brother, “bathing in the insides of the great pumpkin king not your kind of party?”

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. “Funny, Dean.”

“I dunno, I think we have enough left of this guy to make a couple of pies. What do you think, Cas?”

Cas narrowed his eyes, glancing around the pumpkin patch they desecrated for their hunt, which had only concluded moments ago, and was, ultimately, the reason they all decided to .

The monster they had been fighting, go figure, was ‘haunting’ the victim’s farm, and bringing the resident jack-o-lanterns to life–as if puppets weren’t already terrifying without being hordes of man eating gourds–which in turn terrorized the locals, making this your run of the mill Halloween Town–yes, Dean made that joke, no, nobody thought it was funny (except him, of course).

Just as Dean had the pleasure of putting the band Smashing Pumpkins to shame, by doing just that; except these were angry, possessed pumpkins, who, much to Dean’s chagrin, could care less about the music scene.

“Maybe take some of the seeds home, roast ‘em.” He suggested with an easy smile.

“I don’t think it’s wise to use these pumpkins for baking, Dean.” Cas replied, regarding Dean curiously.

Dean opened his mouth to retort, but Sam cut off the reply.

“If I hear someone say the word pumpkin, or anything related to what just happened here, again, I swear to god I will end you.”

“You just said it though.”

Sam snapped a glare over at his brother, before storming off with a muttered, “I’ll go tell the owners the place is safe now,” leaving Dean and Cas standing in the field littered with the corpses of pumpkins.

“Well isn’t he just awfully cheery today,” Dean said sarcastically with a snort, watching his brother leave.

Once Sam was out of sight, he turned back to the carnage, and shook his head, letting out a disappointed sigh. “Damn, if only we didn’t smash all of them though. Could’ve taken a couple pumpkins home with us. Jack would’ve loved to carve them.”

Cas smiled and walked over to Dean, reaching up to pick some guts and seeds from his hair. “That would be nice, yes. How very thoughtful of you, Dean.”

Dean chuckled, brushing some chunks off the angel’s trench coat. “Naw, just thinking about what Sammy and I used to do, y’know, when it was just the two of us slumming it in motels, waiting for dad to come back.”

“Sam seems to have a very strong hatred for Halloween…”

Dean rolled his eyes, wiping off his machete with the bottom of his shirt. “He didn’t always. He used to love it. We even went trick-or-treating around the motel rooms. Dad woulda killed us, but it was worth the smile on that kid’s face. Guess I was inspired.”

“Well, I think you’re right, Dean. Jack would love to do all that, regardless of Sam’s opinion. And maybe not from this one, but I’m sure we can find another pumpkin patch, perhaps closer to the bunker, and take them there instead.”

Cas looked around once more at the sad, smattered remains of this pumpkin patch, and let out a sigh himself. “Though hopefully we don’t have to destroy that one too.”

“I might not share the same reservations as Sam, Cas, but if we had to go through this again, I think I’d start hating Halloween too.”

The two of them started walking back, side by side along the path, Dean grimacing at the squelching of pumpkin beneath their boots.

“It really is a friggin shame that all the pumpkins ended up being collateral damage.”

Castiel hummed, frowning down at the aftermath, at what had become of the poor man’s farm.

“But it’s monster free now, so.” Dean shrugged, and Cas turned his attention toward the hunter, the small smile returning to his face.

“And that he, and the townspeople, are now safe.”

Dean beamed back at Castiel, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “Yeah, ‘course, Cas. That too.”

When they made their way back to the farmhouse, Sam was waiting for them out front, standing on the porch with his arms crossed, looking ever the soggy sourpuss, the bitchface still prominent on his face.

“Hope you didn’t talk to the guy lookin’ like that Sammy, like someone pissed in your wheaties.”

“Whatever, Dean. I just want to get home and take a shower. It’s going to take forever to get this stuff out, let alone the smell.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t want to smell like a yankee candle? Not a pumpkin spice bitch, Sammy?” Dean smirked, his cocky expression only growing at the umpteenth glare Sam sent him that afternoon, and the—albeit gentle—nudge to his shoulder Cas gave from beside him, which was meant to be chastising.

“I hate you.” His brother muttered, fleeing into the impala.

Dean laughed, turning to Cas with a wink. The angel only rolled his eyes.

“You shouldn’t tease him so much.”

“Aw, come on man, ‘m only having a little fun!”

“Yes, well, now he’s pissed off at you whilst in the car covered in pumpkin, getting it all over the upholstery.” Castiel said pointedly, looking smug now, especially as the color drained from Dean’s face and his laughter stopped.

“Fuckin’ hell Sammy, I’ll kill you if you do anything to Baby!” Dean snapped, hurrying after his brother.

Cas chuckled and followed closely after, at his own measly pace. When he got to the impala, the Winchester brothers were arguing, as they do. He slipped into the backseat, quietly amused by their antics, though, technically, this time he was at fault, having instigated it…but that was not of import.

“We’re all covered in it Dean! What do you want me to do, sit on the roof?”

Sam’s nostrils flared at his brother’s contemplative look, “Dean, I’m not doing that!”

“Well-“

“No, Dean-“

“You suggested-“

“I said no, Dean!”

“And I’m just saying-“

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Dean threw his hands up placatingly, and turned the impala on, grinning as she purred to life.

“Just don’t rub it in. All the gunk.” He said as an afterthought, earning a huff from Sam.

He wasn’t going to stop being in a pissy mood anytime soon, not that Dean was really helping matters either.

“We should probably shower too, Dean, after Sam does. It does get rather unpleasant after a while.”

Dean met Cas’ eyes in the rearview mirror and smirked. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Cas looked back with a fond smile, only interrupted by Sam’s groan.

“At least wait until I’m gone, please.”

“What, are you homophobic now too, Sammy? Along with being allergic to anything Halloween?” Dean’s tone was teasing, and it got the desired reaction out of Sam.

Was he purposely poking the bear as much as he could? Absolutely hell yes, he was, and loving every minute of it. Sam was his baby brother after all; he made it easy.

“Ugh, dude, our entire lives are Halloween. It’s Halloween everyday for us. Pardon me if I’m a little sick of it by now.”

Sam shook his head. “And I can’t decide if the unresolved sexual tension was worse, or the resolved sexual tension is, seeing as I’ve had to witness, and experience, both firsthand!”

“Don’t hate the player, Samantha.” Dean joked, and Sam grimaced.

“We all know what ‘showering’ really means to you, Dean. Walking in on you is literally the worst. Talk about a jump scare.”

Dean laughed. “Just getting in the spirit, right Cas?”

“It appears we’re only aiding in Sam’s distaste of Halloween, though, Sam, I assure you, we don’t only have sex during the spooky season.”

“Yeah, hear that Sam? We ‘don’t only have sex during the spooky season’.” Dean parroted, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Sam groaned again, and buried his red face in his hands. “I take it all back. I’d rather be back in the pumpkin patch fighting an army of squash than having this conversation.”

Dean grinned. “Happy Halloween.”

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whichstiel · 2 years

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SHATTERED

For Suptober day 3 “Digital”

Materials: Acrylics, CD. (Who doesn’t have random old backup CDs still around?) Poor Dean. Poor mirrors!

(Preeety sure this is what you mean by “digital art”)

#suptober22 #suptober day 3 #dean winchester #supernatural fanart

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mellow-memuries · 2 years

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Suptober22 Day 3 - Digital

(Sorry for not having a ruler by hand lol)

#suptober22 #castiel novak #dean Winchester #sam winchester #suptober day 3 #i loke texting... emoticons #spn fanart #ink art

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outofthecavern · 2 years

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Subtober Day3: Digital.

“Dean.. Dean, can you hear me? Continue following the road, Dean. I’ll be waiting.”

#this is what’s going to happen jn The Winchesters btw #destiel #suptober22 #Castiel #spn #supernatural #suptober 22 #suptober day 3 #spntw #the Winchesters #my art #cavern draws

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masterofevilmonkeyness-moem · 2 years

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#suptober22 day 3: digital

I didn’t have much time today but I still wanted to give you Sim Dean and Cas living their best life

#suptober22 #suptober day 3 #destiel #destiel fanart #destiel art

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ra3-1s-n0t-0kay · 2 years

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suptober day three: digital

sam has had a long day of killing monsters and stuff, the usual, but research and serial killer podcasts are the best thing to wind down to ✨

#suptober22 #suptober day 3 #sam winchester #art #supernatural #spn #I would kill to have hair as good as sam winchester

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haus-seeblick · 2 years

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Suptober Day 3! "Digital Dalliance"

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Case Ficlet, Earlier Seasons, Crack, Dean Winchester Watches Porn, Castiel is in the Laptop, Guided Masturbation, Described Pornography, Research, Poor Sam, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean

Summary: After the Trickster curses him to inhabit Dean's laptop, Castiel observes the hunter watching pornography. Dean feels totally normal about this. It definitely won't awaken anything in him. Right?

Start reading under the cut, or read the full fic on ao3!

The blinding flash of light seems to last for ages. Dean’s knees ache against the cement and he keeps his arms firmly over his face to protect his eyes. He's glad that Sam’s huddled behind him.

When the blaze finally dims, he hesitantly spreads his fingers and cracks open an eyelid to peek out.

The Trickster perches on the windowsill and smiles cockily at them. “Until next time, boys,” he sing-songs with a fluttery wave, before disappearing with a pop.

“Hey!” Dean lunges forward to try to grab him, but his hand just passes through the strawberry-scented mist that the Trickster leaves in his wake. “Oh, ew.”

“Shit, where’s Cas?” Sam asks. Dean whirls around and searches the dim warehouse with his eyes. There’s no sign of the angel, who had been next to him just a second before the Trickster let loose his blast of light.

“Cas?” Dean calls loudly, then again and again, and Sam joins in, but after a minute or two of searching the large space, there’s still no sign of Castiel.

“Goddammit.” Dean kicks at an empty crate. “What’d he do with him?”

“Cas is an angel. No way an entity like a Trickster can keep him down for long,” Sam reasons, leading the way outside into the dark October night. “I’m sure he’ll make contact soon enough.”

“Feels fishy,” Dean grumbles. “Why’d the Trickster just disappear like that?”

“Why does he do anything? It’s in his nature to play tricks. Probably just messing with us.”

Dean’s less than convinced, but he and Sam take the partial win and head back to their motel.

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Later that night, once Sammy’s fast asleep, snoring in the other bed across the room, Dean quietly pulls his laptop out of his duffel and plugs in his headphones. He’s worried about Cas and tired from a string of difficult hunts, and figures he deserves a little alone time under the covers.

keep reading on ao3 ;)

#suptober22 #suptober day 3 #destiel fanfic #crack fic #contrived scenarios to get these men to fuck #destiel

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justbeingsasita · 2 years

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Suptober22, Day 5 (Perfect Disaster)

a big thank you, once again, to @winchester-reload for the amazing prompt list!

#Sam winchester walks on #Dean and Castiel #having a moment #in the kitchen #while they make #pumpkin spice pie #and chai latte whipped cream #dean winchester #and #Castiel #domestic destiel #domestic dean and cas #suptober day 3 #suptober22 #Supernatural #spn #sobrenatural

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leydhawk · 2 years

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Suptober 2022 day 3

Digital

#suptober22 #suptober day 3 #jody mills #patience turner #quilting #sewing #new hobby #surprising a psychic

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catsconflictscopicsandchamomile · 2 years

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Suptober day 3: Digital. I’ve been wanting to draw Cas like this for a while, so here he is in all his lore-accurate glory. Cassiel, Angel of Time, Archangel of Saturn, Angel of Solitude and Tears, Angel of agriculture, the solstice, the seasons, and the north, comforter of orphans and the hopeless, observer of the deaths of kings, forbidden to interfere directly in Earth’s affairs, dwells in the Seventh (highest) Heaven away from even the other angels, ANGEL OF SOLITUDE AND TEARS, the absolutely lore-accurate Socially Awkward Emo Tumblr Kid of Angelkind, probably the patron of angstfic and almost definitely the Angel of Tumblr.

#suptober #rant oops #suptober day 3 #suptober 2022 #oh if any of yall want the sources for all that^ lmk in the comments and ill link u to the pages i used for reference #Cassiel #religion #mythology #listen ik it seems kinda cringe to say that Cas is the guardian angel of tumblr in the year of our lord 2022 #but im not the one who responds to every death or disgrace of a powerful figure by spreading his name and image everywhere #until he becomes universally accepted outside of the spn fandom as the bringer of that kind of news #i did not make this site a Cassiel cult. yall did that

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not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy · 2 years

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This one is really short but its a more comical one so i hope that makes up for it :)

Have fun<3

Day three on suptober- digital:

Dean Winchester <3- Hi angel, wot do u want 4 dinner 2nite?

Baby in a trenchcoat😇👼💗- Sorry?

Dean Winchester <3- I want you to know that I sighed just now.

What do you want for dinner tonight?

Baby in a trenchcoat😇👼💗- oh. I hadn't given it much thought. I'd like to eat you.

What?! No. I meant. You. I'd like to eat you.

Dean what's happening?! I didn't write you, I wrote you.

p a n c a k e s!

Dean?

Dean Winchester <3- hey Cass. This is sam I took deans phone. It wasn't that hard he keeled over laughing, anyway, I think he messed with your autocorrect. I'll fix it when we get home don't worry. I'm sorry about him.

Baby in a trenchcoat😇👼💗- oh. Ok thank you sam. Ill see you when you get back. Drive carefully. :)

Dean Winchester <3- dont worry, i hit dean for you and ill get pancake stuff for dinnner. :D

Baby in a trenchcoat😇👼💗- thank you sam. Youre my favourite.

A/N i hope you had fun <3 i still have ni readers but thats ok! Im hopingnto get out 62 stories this month alone so i think that would be interesting if nothing else.