Destiel Role Player

I love Destiel Role Play. At the moment, I am not roleplaying, but feel free to take these prompts and use them for yourself to create an amazing story!

[destielroleplay]

EndVerse

Castiel inhaled deeply from the rolled up plants in his hands. He was so lost in the high, he honestly couldn't even remember what he was smoking anymore. He was alone in his cabin/hut, the smell of drugs filling the air as the smoke made his vision hazy. Chuckling to himself, he took another drag and stood up shakily, leaning against the wall to stand up. It was nights -no, wait, it was day time, wasn't it?- like these that made him have the need to lose himself the most. He was exhausted and missed Dean, who had gone off on a patrol a few hours earlier. Sighing, he briefly wandered when the man would get back.

[destielroleplay]

Arranged Marriage

((-Omega!Castiel, Alpha!Dean, shy!Castiel, rich!Dean, Castiel has a horrible past, TRIGGER WARNINGS- Castiel presented as an omega at age fourteen and almost immediately, his father set about finding him a rich mate. Three years later, his father is finally done searching, a suitable mate is found, and the day of Castiel's seventeenth birthday is the day they meet.)) Castiel was scared. More scared than he'd been on the first day of school after presenting. More scared than when he'd gone out with his friends and had alphas harass him all night. Heck, he was more scared than when his father had yelled at him for being an omega bitch and tried to beat him. Today was not only his birthday, but the day he finally meets his mystery mate. Biting his lip, he sat down in the parlor of his house and picked at his fingernails, anxious to get this over with.

[destielroleplay]

Angelic Slaves

((Please say if you’re reading)) Castiel wrapped his fingers around the metal bars on the top of his crate. He still couldn’t believe he had been caught in his escape attempt, but here he was, collared, blindfolded and getting taken to a different traders market, locked in a cage too small to comfortably hold his wings, making them sore and achy from being cramped up all day. Humans now saw Angels as pets, which Castiel found flat out degrading. Now he was just tired, the grace-restricting collar rendering him practically human, if it weren’t for his giant, midnight black wings, that were bound uncomfortably to his back with thick wire netting, cutting into the limbs, frazzling his feathers, twisting them around. He shifted awkwardly in the metal cage, wondering if his owner was to be nice or cruel. He supposed he’d find out soon, especially since he felt the car being parked, making the trailer his crate was in shake and shiver. He'd been in there for so long he'd lost track of time, but it was surely around four hours. The market was deep in the city, with dripping water falling onto concrete. He wondered if that was a good thing - that he was to stay temporarily in this place, maybe alone with this trader, or if it was a bad omen. Either way, he saw no benefits in contemplating it. ((Continue as Dean please))

((Please email me at [email protected]))

[caduceusciay]

Castiel is five years old on the day he starts school, the number he wrote on his hand is 4122, but he doesn’t know that yet.

On the day he learns his 1 to 10, the number on his hand is 4119 and his teacher asks him who taught him such a big number, Castiel tells her that it was nobody and his...

[thevioletcaptain]

Incredibly Single & Ready to Mingle

Dean/Cas AU 3.6k [ao3]

Sam posts an awful photo of Dean on Facebook… as far as retaliation tactics go, it doesn’t quite pan out.

[thevioletcaptain]

Downstairs, Sam is listening to annoying, twangy country music at full volume, and Dean has the kind of hangover usually reserved for tourists stupid enough to buy roadside moonshine in New Orleans.

He didn’t even touch the hard stuff last night. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this sick from the cheap beer he’s been drinking for years without consequence, and yet here he is. One wrong move away from hurling every cookie he ever ate. It’s not even remotely fair. It’s Charlie’s fault, he knows that much.

Last night had been his twenty-fourth birthday, and he’d decided to make it a quiet one at home.

Just a few friends, a couple of drinks, a little music. It started out that way. But then his best friend—currently on probation for that title, he decides now—suggested they watch the Star Wars trilogy. And then someone else suggested they take a drink every time Chewbacca makes a noise, and every time a stormtrooper actually hits the thing they were aiming at, and chug continuously any time the force was being used to choke someone.

Soon, Dean was drunk enough to start digging through the cupboard under the stairs for something to do, pulling out old toys and clothes and halloween costumes that Mary had elected to keep for reasons unknown. After that… he thinks there was singing. He’s not entirely sure.

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[ART SOURCE]

A nice big destiel collge!au for you! No WIPs. If you are aware of a WIP that finishes please let me know so I can add it to the list. No HS!AU on this list, that list is to come soon, otherwise check my old rec lists on my masterlist.

Word count given when available....

[skyedill-blog]

fanfiction either sounds like this

or like this

there is no in between

[sighbythebeach]

(( DOES ANYONE WANNA ROLEPLAY BC IM LIKE SUPER BORED PLS MESSAGE ME /OR/ REBLOG THIS POST WITH AN INTRO. I’LL DO ANY SPN SHIP ))

[destielroleplay]

((Omega!Castiel. Castiel presented as an omega at age fourteen and almost immediately, his father set about finding him a rich mate. Three years later, his father is finally done searching, a suitable mate is found, and the day of Castiel's seventeenth birthday is the day they meet.)) Castiel was scared. More scared than he'd been on the first day of school after presenting. More scared than when he'd gone out with his friends and had alphas harass him all night. Heck, he was more scared than when his father had yelled at him for being an omega bitch and tried to beat him. Today was not only his birthday, but the day he finally meets his mystery mate. Biting his lip, he sat down in the parlor of his house and picked at his fingernails, anxious to get this over with.

[destielroleplay]

Destiel RP

Castiel wrapped his fingers around the metal bars on the top of his crate. He still couldn’t believe he had been caught in his escape attempt, but here he was, collared, blindfolded and getting taken to a different traders market, locked in a cage too small to comfortably hold his wings, making them sore and achy from being cramped up all day. Humans now saw Angels as pets, which Castiel found flat out degrading. Now he was just tired, the grace-restricting collar rendering him practically human, if it weren’t for his giant, midnight black wings, that were bound uncomfortably to his back with thick wire netting, cutting into the limbs, frazzling his feathers, twisting them around. He shifted awkwardly in the metal cage, wondering if his owner was to be nice or cruel. He supposed he’d find out soon, especially since he felt the car being parked, making the trailer his crate was in shake and shiver. He'd been in there for so long he'd lost track of time, but it was surely around four hours. The market was deep in the city, with dripping water falling onto concrete. He wondered if that was a good thing - that he was to stay temporarily in this place, maybe alone with this trader, or if it was a bad omen. Either way, he saw no benefits in contemplating it. ((Please play as Dean. Thank you.)) (((email me at [email protected] if you would like to do this rp)))

[destielroleplay]

College AU

((College AU, Dean and Cas best friends and roommates. Feelings there just ignored. Texting format))

Dean, there was a woman that was giving out /free/ kittens by the library. I’m bringing home 4. –CN