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chrrispine · 2 years

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@becauseofthebowties Creator Event: Day 5 - Fave Episode

Hunteri Heroici (8x08)

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howldean · 1 year

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“explaining freedom to angels is a bit like teaching poetry to fish.” / an excerpt from d.c. berry

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comfycowboy · 2 years

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your angel of thursday

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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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sketcheun · 2 years

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finished the ambriel “trueform” thank god. i’ve fashioned it a bit after the castiel one, but also from her job as a birth and death statistician and associations with ambriel as the angel of intellectual capacity and meta knowledge of the self (don’t remember where i saw the last one but it fit in nicely with her in-show beliefs about expendability).

tagging @birbs-in-space and @heaven-ecologist for ambriel/angel content. i'm quite disappointed that i couldn’t participate in the events but i do have other ideas lined up for supporting angel characters.

taglist below —if anyone wants to be added or removed let me know:

@lauramarlingnatural @cascats @mjulmjul-reblog @justcastiel @manicpixiedeanboy @clownshitgoeshere @goodgirldean @kellyscabin @knifelesbianjo @wormstacheangel @doctorprofessorsong @nineteen-sixtyseven @thenightwemetnatural @floral-cas

#supernatural #spn #ambriel #art #user4x01 #userkels #creativecaviar #rambleoncas #emeraldcas #gardenercas #userjactingjoices #userstarry #cowboykait #tusermaura #bear cub #castiellesbian #tuserpris #sketcheuns

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sammypompeius · 2 years

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My redbubble

Spn tag list: @saint-raphael-stuff @justgayangelthingz @all-or-nothing-baby @agonyandsweat @lengthofropes @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie @pityboy

#spn #supernatural #spn fanart #spnhellfire #supernatural fanart #anna milton #spn angels #anael spn #my art #sammy's art #thehuskingbee #thisispaige #userstarry #userjactingjoices #userda #meltingtracks #gardenercas #angelscas

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rauko-creates · 2 years

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With My Bones Part 2: Lazarus Rising

(part 1 is here) (AO3)

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.”

“Yeah…thanks for that.” Dean drove the knife into Castiel’s chest.

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“Wait, wait, wait…” Adam shoved another fry into his mouth, and Castiel could practically feel Michael’s quiet disapproval at Adam’s nutrition choices. “So, he just…stabbed you? After everything you guys went through in Hell? After he kissed you?”

“If you recall, I erased that. He had no memory of me.”

Adam huffed. “Sure. Which is a solid reason for him to deck you if he ever found that out, but…” He reached for his Coke and took a long drink. “Oh man, I've missed this. I’m not saying I’m not thankful you guys finally came back for us, but you sure took your sweet time about it. Anyway, my point is: Dean had no memory of you, you walked in and introduced yourself as the one who had saved him from Hell, and his first instinct was to stab you.”

Castiel sighed. “The thing you need to understand about your brother—”

“Not really a brother, Castiel. We didn’t grow up together, never even met him and Sam until we were adults. I don’t hate them, but there’s not really a relationship there either.”

“That is understandable.” Castiel raised an eyebrow. “But then why are you so interested in this story?”

Adam leaned back in his seat. “Michael wants to understand his brother. I’m being supportive.”

“We didn’t exactly ‘grow up together’ either.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. So, you were saying? The thing I need to understand about Dean is….?” Adam drug the last word out, waiting for Castiel to return to the story.

Castiel nodded, thinking how to explain. “When you were trapped in the cage, you knew you’d gotten a bad deal. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into our war. You didn’t deserve to be imprisoned along with Michael and Lucifer for a thing you never wanted. When I broke Sam out—as poor a rescue as it was that was later amended by Death—you knew it was wrong that you’d been left behind. You were angry, bitter,” He looked at Adam apologetically, “and rightfully so. You knew that none of this was what you deserved.”

Adam waited quietly. He said nothing, but there was agreement in his gaze.

Castiel nodded. “Well, the thing that you need to understand about Dean—in order to understand why he does a great many of the things he does—is that he doesn’t think he deserves to be saved.”

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Castiel looked down at the blade in his chest.

Dean had stabbed him. Only hours ago, Dean had been clinging to him.

Castiel clenched his jaw, ignoring the flood of various confusing emotions, and pulled out the knife, only somewhat glad that it was no longer his blade that Dean had been holding. This one was a demon blade, useless. He hated that Dean didn’t know it was useless.

Castiel held out a hand to catch the crow bar that Dean’s friend was swinging at him. He wrapped his fingers around it.

Ridiculous humans and their useless weapons.

Castiel turned and put two fingers to the man’s forehead, putting him to sleep. Then, turned back to his charge. “We need to talk, Dean…alone.”

Dean ignored him and bent to the ground.

Castiel rolled his eyes and, leaving Dean to soothe himself by confirming his friend was fine, began thumbing idly through their notes.

They truly had thought of everything but angels. Castiel hated that Dean hadn’t known to think of angels.

“Your friend’s alive,” he told Dean impassively, ignoring the hint of sting that Dean thought he would have killed him.

“Who are you?” Dean asked shortly in response.

Castiel kept his eyes on the notes. Dean didn’t know his name. Just earlier Dean had been pleading his name. “Castiel.”

“Yeah, I figured that much. I mean: what are you?”

It was the worst deja vu. In his mind, Castiel could see Dean at the rack, blade in hand, covered in the blood of his victims as Alistair had taught him to be, demanding to know what Castiel was.

Castiel finally turned and looked at Dean as convincingly as he could. “I’m an angel of the Lord.”

Of course, again, Dean didn’t believe him. “Get the Hell out of here.” Only hours ago Dean had trusted Castiel to save him.

Bullshit, Dean had said in Hell. “There’s no such thing,” he said now.

Look, I don’t know what you are, but you’re no angel, so just cut the crap, all right?

In Hell, Castiel had growled and thrown Dean against the wall, told Dean that he could carry him out of Perdition nicely or drag him kicking and screaming.

Now, Castiel sighed. “This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.”

Dean wouldn’t be able to see Castiel’s wings as he once had—Castiel’s attempts at communicating with him before finding a vessel had proven that much—but…the silhouette of them wouldn’t hurt him…

Castiel didn’t have the time or patience for this, he thought as he extended his wings. To say he’d had a long day would be to say the sun was a little warm or that Hell was a bit dark or how their Father was a tad glorious. This day, Castiel had finally escaped from Hell with Dean only to hear threats from Heaven of throwing him back if Dean refused to be Michael’s vessel, had figured out he harbored feelings for Dean (even if their nature was still somewhat confusing), had been kissed by Dean, had erased all Dean’s memories of him and given up any hope of exploring his newfound feelings so that Dean would fulfill his purpose and Castiel could keep him safe, had defied Michael by branding Dean as his own and then protecting him, had endured his own memories being tampered with and then restored…

Then, he had arrived here, prepared to convince and help Dean to fulfill the roll that would keep him safe…and Dean had stabbed him. Of course he had.

After all, in Dean’s mind, anything that would save someone like him…must be truly detestable. In Dean’s mind, all of the healing they’d been through together had been erased. In Dean’s mind, he was a monster; and therefore, anything that would want him back on earth was also a monster with a heinous agenda.

Perhaps Castiel was.

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Tagging a couple people

@petrichoravellichor @all-or-nothing-baby @synonymouslyyours @i-miss-balthazar @casblackfeathers

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xofemeraldstars · 2 years

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#what’s all this then

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mjulmjul · 2 years

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#there was some sorta emotion i tried to convey but i cant think of a caption so you'll have to write your own story #artists on tumblr #art #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #spn fanart #sketch #digital art #etc etc #these brushesss are sooo good ty han-ban-bam for the tip - they're by GeorgBrush dot club #usertabitha #seraphcastiel #userstarry

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evermoredeancas · 2 years

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HAPPY 43RD BIRTHDAY, DEAN WINCHESTER (JANUARY 24, 1979)

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casismymrdarcy · 3 years

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‘𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Happy anniversary to Love Story (Taylor Swift) and 4x01 Lazarus Rising (Supernatural)

#subtext4thewin #happy birthday to you two!#destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #destiel x taylor swift #castiel #dean winchester #gentraxx #creativecaviar #gardenercas #rambleoncas #seraphcastiel #userstarry #userjennmish #userpris #taylor swift #my work of art

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chrrispine · 2 years

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happy birthday @honeystiel & @kingjackless!!

Supernatural (12x11)

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howldean · 2 years

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in my time of dying, i want nobody to mourn all i want for you to do, is take my body home

[dean winchester in 2x01, matthew 27:46, spike milligan, in my time of dying, what to do when you feel abandoned by god, josefa de óbidos: the sacrificial lamb, ayn rand]

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buckhelped · 2 years

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destiel in season gr8 + watch over you for @donestiel | happy birthday amy!!

#spn #spnedit #destiel #destieledit #cowboycoven #spncreatorsdaily #userstarry #useroliii #userashleigh #userkingala #userleah #userstar #*

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reblogging4thewin · 1 year

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All The Things She Said - Destiel

Cas gains some perspective and has some realizations (thanks Metatron).

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thisisapaige · 2 years

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It's Christmas, or so the date on Dean’s phone says when he wakes up. He doesn’t expect much— the Winchesters never pay much attention to the holiday— but today feels hollow.

Maybe it's because Sam left the bunker a week ago to spend this day with Eileen. Maybe it's because the big, silent bunker looks the same as ever— not a single twinkling light or Santa in sight. Maybe it's because Dean's seen too many cheesy Christmas movies the last few days and he longs for a holiday miracle of his own.

It seems greedy to ask for another miracle. After all, Cas is back from the Empty, fully intact with wings and all, and living in the bunker. Dean couldn't ask for more.

Well, he could ask for the ability to say more than one word to Cas when they pass each other in the hallway first thing in the morning. Dean wants to say more. He wants to grab Cas by the shoulders, look him in the eye, and say it.

Dean wants to say it. He wants to say it so badly, but whenever he sees Cas, Dean’s arms become leaden weights, his tongue ties up in knots, and he barely manages to squeak out a, "Hi."

And Cas just looks at him, smiles that special smile where his eyes do all the work, and replies, "Hello, Dean."

Then Dean is left rooted in the hallway as Cas walks by, heart beating like he ran from a nest of fifty vamps, because of the fondness in Cas's voice and the love in his eyes.

Love. Love.

Dean sighs then leaves the bed, dressing quickly into his warmest flannel and jeans to avoid the bunker’s winter chill. He shoves his feet into fuzzy slippers and exits his room, ready to follow the usual morning routine.

Except, Cas isn't there. Dean looks up and down the endless brown hallway, waits a few minutes, and checks again. Cas is always there, every morning, but today Cas isn't there.

Trying to shake off his disappointment, Dean trudges to the bathroom to clean up— a cold splash of water on his face does the trick— and heads to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee when he's done. On his way there, however, he hears a crash and a deep, heartfelt angelic curse.

As he seeks out the source of the noise, Dean notices a bloom of multi-coloured lights coming from the war room. When he enters it, he sees Christmas lights wrapped around the staircase banister— half of them coming loose because the tape securing them are pulling up— a tiny and thin tree at the head of the table with a haphazard mess of tinsel draped over it, and Cas, his eyes wide as his mouth parts in surprise.

"Oh. Hel—" Cas closes his mouth and clears his throat, then tries again, "Hello, Dean."

"Morning, Cas." Dean leans into the door frame. He studies the piles of decorations on the table. Ah, there’s a Santa. "What's all this?"

"This?" Cas scratches the back of his head, a piece of blue tinsel shining from above his eyebrow. "This looks much easier in the movies."

Dean grins and walks into the room. He avoids the mess of shattered red glass on the floor that must have been an ornament— the source of the earlier crash— and stands across from Cas.

Cas ducks his head. "You— you've been quiet since Sam left and you were watching all those movies so I thought—" He gestured to the stumpy little tree. "It took me all night to find that. They're sold out everywhere. And I suppose I lost track of time and—"

Dean surges forward and Cas cuts off with a surprised, "oof."

Burying his face in Cas's shoulder, Dean breathes in the scent of the Christmas tree and Cas— of the ozone just before a lightning storm, hinting at the incredible power wrapped by the body of a warm and wonderful man who fits in Dean’s arms so perfectly. It’s as if Cas is made for them, as if he belongs there.

"I love you," Dean mumbles into the material of the trench coat.

Cas hears it. Dean knows he does because Cas freezes, arms hanging at his side. It makes Dean’s heart race. But he doesn't regret it. He should've told Cas sooner.

"I love you," Dean says again, a little louder, a little more confidently.

Cas raises his arms and returns the hug. Dean lifts his head and presses his lips to Cas's ear.

"I love you," he whispers, a declaration, a prayer.

A miracle.

Cas squeezes Dean tighter, but doesn't say anything. Pushing down his initial panic, Dean realizes that Cas is shaking. He's overwhelmed. Speechless.

Kissing Cas's temple, Dean runs his fingers through Cas's hair. "Merry Christmas, Cas."

(A few hours later, the tree is decorated and lights twinkle from the stairwell. Dean and Cas stand hand-in-hand beneath them, watching each other smile under every colour of the rainbow.)

#destiel #deancas #destiel ficlet #destiel fluff #spncreatorsdaily #this is horribly self indulgent but is that not what fic is for?#(insert preferred reason for cas's return here)#userstarry #creativecaviar #fluff #christmas #enjoy!#writing paige

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