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hornystiel · 7 months
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day 6: full spread
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deancaskiss · 8 months
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it was just meant to be teasing. dean with his fourth beer in hand with a romcom playing in the background. cas sat next to him on the couch. the characters on the screen were in the middle of a cliche ‘spin the bottle’ game, and dean recklessly decided that would be a good idea; teasing cas about using one of his empty beer bottles to spin and then kissing him because they were the only two in the room. “cmere and kiss me,” dean grinned, bumping cas’ shoulder with his own. cas shook his head, eyes darting away from dean. “cmon, it’s just a kiss. movie magic. doesn’t mean anythin’,” dean teased, nudging cas again. but this time, cas stiffened, shifting away from dean and moving to get off the couch. “and what if it means something to me?” cas said, stilted and closed off. dean froze, eyes darting between cas and the movie and then cas again. then he reached out, hand snagging the sleeve of cas’ trenchcoat. “cmere,” he murmured as he gently tugged cas back down onto the couch, as closely pressed against his side as he could manage. then quieter, softer, “kiss me, cas,” and when cas leaned in, dean closed the gap to press his lips to cas’.
as it turns out, kissing cas wasn’t movie magic… it was just magic.
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angelfishofthelord · 1 year
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-american teenager, ethel cain-
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demonlandline · 2 years
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moments before dean loses his balance and they both fall into the river
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blanketforcas · 11 months
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stay a little longer (blijf nog even hier) || destiel [x]
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marvolord · 10 months
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“Can you tilt your face to the right? Just a little bit.”
Dean had to be careful not to drop his pencil. His palms were sweaty, no matter how hard he tried to calm himself.
„Like this?“ Cas asked. He lay on Dean’s bed, only dressed in thin cotton trousers.
The dim light hit Castiel’s skin in just the right way. It accentuated his facial features and gave depth to his muscles that were visible, now that the angel had rid himself of his shirt.
Dean took a deep breath and let his hand guide the pencil across the paper, let the pencil glide over the already sketched out lines until he found a rhythm.
Cas had found his old sketch book as they packed. Dean had never shown his work to anyone. He wasn’t an artist or anything like that. Drawing was just another way to release stress. At least it used to be.
And never had he been asked to draw someone. The people he drew were usually strangers, or his family based on memory.
When Cas had turned the pages to a drawing of himself, trenchcoat and all, standing in a field of grass next to a windmill, he had paused as his lips parted. He had looked at Dean then, and his gaze was so gentle that Dean didn’t know what to do with himself.
„Would you draw me now?“ Cas had asked. His voice was soft, almost unsure if he was allowed to break their silence.
„Of course.“
So Dean had asked him to make himself comfortable on the bed as he himself sat down in the chair at the desk.
That wasn’t exactly what he had planned for the evening, but he couldn’t deny that it excited him. It was the first time that his model was right in front of him and unmoving.
Cas lay perfectly still, his eyes the only movement Dean noticed. Cas observed him from his spot on the mattress. They didn’t speak unless it was about a change in position. The sound of the pencil on paper filled the room and after a while, managed to calm Dean’s nerves.
He didn’t know how long it took until he was satisfied with his work, but based on the pain in his neck, it took a while.
Dean licked his lips.
„Done.“
Cas began to move again. He sat up in bed and made space as Dean went over to him.
He carefully took the drawing from Dean’s hands, and the gentle expression found its way back onto his face.
Cas‘ fingers lightly brushed over the lines as he looked at it.
„Thank you, Dean.“
Dean let out a nervous laugh.
„Nothing to thank me for.“ Dean’s voice was quiet. He looked at Cas, let his gaze wander over his face and down to his chest. It was a nice chest.
When he looked up again, Cas smiled at him. It reached his eyes and let them appear bluer.
„What?“
„Didn’t you just spend hours looking at me?“ Cas tilted his head, and Dean knew the question was in good humour.
„Do you want me to stop?“
„No.“
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lamiasage · 2 years
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Kiss of Death 
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angelcasendgame · 1 year
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𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦́ 
happy birthday @shushhme!! 💛🌻🐝 (youtube)
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reblogging4thewin · 1 year
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I Love Us - Destiel
"Maybe things will make sense if we kiss."
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misha-fucker · 2 years
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sweetheart (condescending) || ao3
It starts when Dean and Cas are bickering about a case, trying to figure out what the fuck was killing all these people. The only clue they have is the blood was completely drained from the victims’ bodies through an IV and there were at least two of them working together.
They had been arguing over whether it was a group of vampires (Dean’s theory) or vetalas (Cas’ theory) for the past hour at a local diner.
"Okay sweetheart," Dean says, sarcasm dripping with each syllable. "I guess we'll see soon. There they go." He points to a shady group he recognizes from the CCTV footage.
Cas shoots him a withering glare as they slide out of the booth. Dean pulls out his wallet and drops a couple bills on the table, and when he looks up, Cas is already out the door, dramatically flinging the door open.
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hornystiel · 6 months
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oh you know
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deancaskiss · 6 months
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do you think after cas is gone… after dean loses his chance at a happy ending, he starts writing. at first it’s short angry notes, words written over and over again so sharply the darkness splashes across the page and tears the paper. ‘how dare you’ and ‘how could you do this’ and ‘I hate you for leaving.’ but then, days bleed into weeks and months. and the dark black lines become softer, lighter. ‘what ifs’ start to line the page. dean writes what he would’ve said when he asked cas on a date, a real first date where he would’ve reached out and held cas’ hand and stolen a kiss. he pours words on the pages, night after night. date ideas and places he would’ve taken cas. hundreds and thousand of things they could’ve done together. things that would’ve made cas happy. he crafts what he would’ve wanted to say if he were to get down on one knee and propose to cas. by the time he gets to the end of the journal, he saves the last page for the most important note. his vows. the whole page is filled with all the things he would’ve said. should’ve said. still wants to say. the last line is one he traces over and over again. not with the pencil. no more dark angry lines or ripped pages. instead this one is traced with his ring finger over the words. ‘I love you, cas. I do.’
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angelfishofthelord · 1 year
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-sun bleached flies, ethel cain-
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demonlandline · 2 years
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No stranger to secrets
And monsters and demons
I’m scared of the dark
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marvolord · 11 months
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drabble for @starcrosseddeancas challenge
rated: M
The room was quiet, their heavy breathing the only thing that filled the air.
Dean rested his head against Cas' chest with closed eyes. He listened to the rapid heartbeat, breathed in Cas' warm scent, felt the angel's cum between his legs.
Dean smiled against his skin and sighed as Cas slowly traced his chest with his fingers.
"You make the most beautiful sounds," Cas said. His voice was still rough, had been even more so during their mating.
Dean couldn't help it when a laugh escaped his lips. Cas always had a way with his words.
He opened his eyes to find Cas already looking at him, a faint glint of grace still visible in his eyes.
"Yeah? Like what?" Dean asked as he lifted his brows.
Cas hummed and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Cas' fingers moved their attention up his arm, and Dean's eyes widened - his breath caught in his throat - when Cas touched the handprint on his shoulder.
"Ohhh!"
Cas smiled fully now.
"Like this."
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lamiasage · 2 years
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Experimenting with Clip Studio Paint for the first time! It’s 50% off at the moment so I took the chance xD
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