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@acochleola
it's Vyshyvanka Day so quick treat for myself
take me dancing 🕺
seasons don't fear
My arts for @destielaureversebb
Make yourself comfortable and treat yourself to this wonderful story by talented @dothwrites 💛💛💛 It's so SOOO good 💛
A Maze Of Memories
For the @destielaureversebb , I was lucky enough to snag the art piece that was submitted by the talented @acochleola . My muse was tickled pink that we could revisit the universe I had created a while back, where Sam and Dean are… well. You just read the story and find out!
I will leave you with a link to the art masterpost, because each of the pieces acochleola made is just STUNNING!
And I'm lucky bc wonderful @hectatess chose my art 💛💛💛 Please read this story, it's amazing 💛💛💛
A Maze Of Memories
My arts for @destielaureversebb Please read very angelic story by wonderful @hectatess 💛💛💛
Ти ждеш іще народження для себе, // You are still waiting to be born а смерть ввійшла у тебе вже давно // but death entered you long ago
Translation:
Хотіла щось написати, але цей сайт де за чотири роки я жодного разу не бачила в стрічці згадку про Україну від не українців
Тому бережіть себе і тримайтесь один одного, бо врешті решт тільки ми є у нас 🫂
Underland
My arts for @destielaureversebb Bunnies attack! 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇 Go and read story by amazing @amaranthhiding 💛💛💛 (and go find Castiel)
Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “seasons don't fear”
Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden / @dothwrites Artist: omint / @acochleola
Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Major character death Length: 50,000 words Tags: reaper!Castiel, Mary lives, Canon-Divergent, Angst with a Happy Ending Relationships: Dean/Castiel, background John/Mary
Summary:
Reaper Castiel has one simple job: to usher the souls of deceased humans through the Veil and into the afterlife. For countless eons, he has performed this job without thought or question. But that changes when he is called upon to reap the soul of Dean Winchester.
Because Dean Winchester is the one soul that Castiel cannot seem to reap.
An invisible thread links Dean and Castiel together, through tragedy and loss, through doubt and rebellion, through Heaven and Hell alike. And eventually, Dean and Castiel will gather the strength they need to defy not only the enemies surrounding them, but also Death itself.
Excerpt:
“Yes, you’re dying,” Castiel answers, his attention returning to the matter at hand. After a slightly awkward pause, he offers, “My condolences.”
“Thanks? I guess? Who are you anyway? Like my guardian angel? ‘Cause if you are, dude, I hate to say it, but you’re doing kind of a shit job.”
Castiel bristles at the notion of being a guardian angel, though he doesn't know why. It’s certainly not the worst thing he’s ever been called.
“I’m a reaper. It is my job to usher the souls of the deceased to their proper destination in the afterlife.”
“Oh. So no guardian angel?”
The human — Dean, Castiel reminds himself; it is important to refer to humans by their names in order to soothe them — has the temerity to look disappointed. Surprisingly, Castiel feels his temper slip its leash at the prickle of inadequacy this expression causes.
“Only the most important humans have guardian angels,” he snaps. “Believe me when I say that you would not enjoy meeting an angel.”
“And you’re such a bundle of laughs?” Dean asks, one of his eyebrows arching upwards. “Gotta say, so far I’m not enjoying meeting a reaper either.”
“Most people don’t enjoy meeting their reaper. From what I’ve been led to understand, it’s a singularly disappointing experience.”
“Yeah, I bet a lot of people are dead disappointed to see you.”
From the expectant pause Dean leaves after his sentence, Castiel understands that he should be showing some reaction. He just doesn’t know what Dean is searching for.
After a few more seconds, Dean rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Come on, man. Dead disappointed? That’s comedy gold right there.”
Posting date: April 4, 2026
Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “A Maze Of Memories”
Author: @hectatess Artist: omint / @acochleola
Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length: 10,000 words Tags: Fallen Angels AU, memory loss, Naomi’s handiwork, canon adjacent Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel
Summary:
Dean kept having nightmares about falling long ends and he sometimes would wake up, calling out a word neither him or Sam recognised or knew what it meant. So, in a desperate attempt to find answers, he contacted a witch…
Castiel was missing his best friends and kept hoping they would end their missions soon, so they could talk again. In the meantime he would watch over the two souls he was assigned. The two True Vessels for Michael and Lucifer. But why did they look so familiar?
It all starts unraveling when Castiel answers a summoning…
Excerpt:
Castiel was sitting on the edge of Heaven, well, the edge of a Heaven, and played with his blade. He missed Diniel and Shamsiel. He had been watching his charges, steered them away from danger, but he was unsure whether he should intervene now. Dealing with a true witch wasn’t inherently dangerous, but it could spell more trouble than his charge was ready for. Both of his charges were not ready to face the realm beyond theirs. Then he heard it. His name, uttered in that same, gruff voice that had proclaimed angels had to be fairytale creatures, because how could they be real?
How in the realms did Dean Winchester know his name? Then a summons pulled at him, originating from the same spot.
He took flight and headed for the spell that drew him in, only to be met with the witch and Dean. He warned the witch about trying to see his face, not willing to hurt her. She smiled. “I dinnae wanna see your face, Castiel,” she said in that mildly condescending tone. “I just want to ken why you are haunting Dean’s dreams.”
Castiel held still, hovering in the middle of the room, still invisible, but baffled. Haunting Dean’s dreams? He had steered clear of Sam and Dean’s minds, not wanting to influence them in any way. “What? I never did anything of the sort.” Dean cocked his head in a way that made Castiel look at him properly for the first time ever. He had previously concentrated on the feeling of Dean’s soul, not his appearance. Now something in that head tilt stirred something in Castiel. He looked and he gasped. This could not be… He shuddered, making the room shake with him. “I… I have to go. I will contact Dean soon, I promise! Him and Sam.”
Posting date: March 17, 2026
Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Underland”
Author: Hiding Amaranth / @amaranthhiding Artist: omint / @acochleola
Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Length: 10,000 words Tags: Mystery, Fantasy AU, Sci-Fi AU, Canon Divergence, Reality Shift Relationships: Dean/Castiel
Summary:
Dean wakes up in a dreamlike meadow without any memory of how he got there.
His only clue is a crumpled piece of paper that he has been clutching in his hand.
It contains just two words in urgent handwriting:
FIND CASTIEL
But that name means nothing to him.
Excerpt:
The air smelled of flowers and hope. Leaves rustled in a soft breeze, and birds chirped peacefully as if everything was going to be all right. He might have believed them, if only he wasn't suffering from such a splitting headache. Dean blinked with a groan, instantly blinded by the rays of sunlight shining down on him through the treetops. The warmth felt like fire running through his eyes and over his cheeks.
With another pained noise, he placed his hands on the grass below to push himself up and became aware of the sensation of something rough pressing against his left palm. Squinting against the sharp tearing in his skull, he found a crumpled piece of paper. It looked worn enough that he must have been holding it for a while. Strange.
He unfolded it to reveal only two words created in rather urgent handwriting:
FIND CASTIEL
The last letter had a messy line moving outwards to the edge of the paper, as if the writer had been very rudely disrupted. Even stranger.
He looked around for any signs of the person who could have handed him the note but found that he was surrounded by nothing but nature as far as the eye could see. Trees loomed high over the meadow he was sitting in, and several white rabbits hopped through the grass so suspiciously close to him that they must have never learned to fear humans.
Where was he?
And who the Hell was Castiel?
Posting date: February 20, 2026
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