Destiel Rp

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“i’m not gonna fight you.”

“Are you kidding me you love fighting.”

“… Okay you’re right get your hands up let’s brawl.”

[fuks]

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(Genderswap!dean/cas preachers daughter!Cas and rebellious!dean. Cas and Dean have an on and off fling but Cas refuses to admit it. Hate x love)

You can’t text me things like that. My family could have been next to me. CN

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(Illegal fight club(like mma style fighting). privledgedkid!Cas. Both about 18 but age can vary if you’d like. Trigger warning: violence)

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Castiel started fighting as a way to rebel against his family. He was a middle child in a family of 7 and all of them were held to high standards, his father leading the charge by working in the state capital and graduating from an ivy school. All the children were expected to follow in his footsteps and uphold the Novak name. The pressure was constant, to both excel and be better than the other siblings. Castiel needed an outlet and found a gym, taking different martial arts classes. His parents were opposed to it at first but indulged him to keep him busy as long as long as he could excel in it. Cas didn’t want to give it up and worked his way to the top until a row of championship trophys lined his dressers. However, in an academically based family, neither of his parents recognized his accomplishments.

His most recent competition had been downtown and his parents told him that they would meet him there but afterwords, the only person there to congratulate him was the family driver who gave him an apologetic smile and told Cas that an urgent matter had come up and they couldn’t make it. In a burst of indignation, Cas ditched the driver and headed down a back alley. A couple blocks down he stumbled upon a warehouse that had people entering. Curious, he entered and was immediately greeted by a thrumming crowd and smoke heavy in the air. He coughed, and tugged his hood over his head, moving closer to the center of a crowd. A caged ring stood there, two bloodied people fighting and throwing eachother against it. His pulse raced as he watched, entranced by the fighting of the one being cheered as ‘The Demon’ and before he could think about it too much he found the book keeper and signed himself up for the next match. (Continue as Dean?)

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Got a little carried away so the prompt is long but anyone interested in rping this or making a starter for another hero/villain dynamic?

I’m open to pretty much any addition/change! We can discuss beforehand or just jump right in and rp.

Also we could make a different starter! I’m just really into protagonist/antagonist and hero/villain rn haha

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Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where the powers were from. He figured he had always had them since they manifested in small ways at first and he couldn’t pinpoint when the first spark had occurred. The wild magic had grown with him, like a comforting friend. Protecting him when he needed and a presence that kept him feeling like he was never alone. It was like a party trick at first, sparks at the end of his fingertips that entertained his childish delight. That changed into small bursts of energy that he learned to transform and use. The capacity to learn what he could do never seemed to stop after that. He began using it to stop crime, helping his adopted father, a retired cop who had gotten shot and was unable to continue service. His father taught him the importance of morals and using what he had for ‘good.’ The power in Cas grew with each new challenge he faced and he reached deeper and deeper into the well of that power to face the next challenge. After a particularly nasty villain whose power had been much greater than who he had faced before, Cas’s own power had grown tenfold to meet it and once the threat was gone Cas was left with a wild power that didn’t have an equal match. He had gone too far, too fast and hadn’t been able to grow himself to handle what was inside of him.

Cas didn’t think it was an issue at first but when some petty robber tried to rob a bank, Cas meant to simply pin the robber to the wall but a simple move ended up as an explosion of energy and blew the whole bank to pieces. Cas withdrew, terrified of hurting the people he was supposed to save. A new villain later came to town and Cas came out of hiding. By then he taught himself enough control so he was able to tap into his power without blowing up a street block but that was because he only let a trickle out, too afraid to see how deep the well of power actually went. It left him in pain most of the time as the power boiled inside him and begged for release.

~

Cas shifted on his feet and ignored the pulse of power that rose with his nervousness, glancing up towards the restaurant sign. Being a hero was busy and he balanced his day job and stopping a variety of criminals and higher profile villains just fine but it didn’t leave much room for a social life. Meg, his adopted sister, had insisted getting out and talking to someone other than his villainous nemesis would help him have more of a ‘normal life’. That had always made him roll his eyes but he obliged, agreeing to a blind date. He adjusted his shirt, his clothes looser than his normal tight outfit and headed in, a confident smile easing onto his face.

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(Illegal fight club. Streetkid!Dean, privledgedkid!Cas. Both about 18 but age can vary if you’d like. Trigger warning: violence)

Dean loved a good fight. He grew up in the back alleys and gutters, learning to fight to keep himself and his brother alive. He quickly got good at it, savoring the sharp pain and the aches afterwords. Money was always tough to come by but he discovered organized street fighting was a good way to get quick cash. It was illegal shit but when he won he got money to get through the week and he enjoyed the fight. He rose up the ranks, becoming known as ‘The Demon’. ~ Castiel started fighting as a way to rebel against his family. All his siblings were incredibly smart, including him, but being a middle child he wanted a way to try and stand out. His rich parents had indulged him and put Cas through mixed martial arts classes and he became one of the best in competitions, winning all sorts of medals but in an academically focused family, neither of his parents gave a shit. That’s what he got for being a middle sibling out of a handful of Ivy League kids. One of his competitions had been downtown and his parents couldn’t make it so they sent a driver down to pick him up. In a burst of indignation Cas had ditched the driver and headed out the back alley. A couple blocks down he stumbled upon a warehouse and curiously slipped in. It was crowded with people, a large caged ring in the middle where two bloody people were currently fighting. He pushed through the crowd to get closer, his pulse racing. Before he could think too much about it he entered himself in the next round. (Continue as Dean?)

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ok about punk!cas, can you imagine: cas is the punk in his mafia family, the black sheep that doesn't wanna be involved in the family business, but he mostly is allowed not to because well.... he has other brothers & he's the runt of the family sort of, but that all changes when a rival family attacks his, attempting to take all of the main family members in one hit (aka most of the main angels, like gabe, anna, balthazar, etc) but they get a shock when he ends up being the (1/?)

(2/?) being the most dangerous out of them all. Some of his siblings are taking cover while shooting back or trying to get the younger family members out of there, while Cas steps out into the fray with bullets flying everywhere and just starts killing anyone in sight that isn’t in the family. All this while dressed in a leather jacket, combat boots, and head to toe in piercings & tattoos… And of course turns out he was always carrying 10+ knives & other weapons on him under that jacket.(3/?) cut to later once the fighting has basically stopped & they’re trying to get information from one of the surviving hit-men, and cas steps up with a look in his eyes that’s already 10x sharper than the knife in his hand. Not everyone made it, and he’s not about to let this guy off with an easy death. Cas ends up in charge while his siblings are either buried or healing. Other, older members of the family try to resist his leadership at first, but they soon find he doesn’t particularly   (4/?) particularly care who gets in his way, not when there’s family to avenge and still breath in his lungs. He shows up to the first meeting after the attack dressed in a fine black suit, edges as sharp as the knives up his sleeves, the picture perfect image of a mafia boss and shoots the first person that suggests anything besides complete destruction of the rival family that attacked them. Then he says, “Now that that’s resolved, lets get to work”

I’ve screamed when I saw it Nonnie!!! it’s !!!! wonderful !!! Ahhh yes, Cas with his tattoos hidden by expensive suits is definitely my jam. He didn’t care about that before, but now, when he officially represents his family he’s going to dress like someone on his position should. 

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If someone wants to do an rp like this lmk because we can work something out and it would be fucking amazing.

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[Starter based off of the above. Feel free to change some details about Cas, it’s just inspired and based off the above and I like the dynamic it has to offer.]

(Mob AU. 1920s. Rival Mafia members Dean and Cas)

Blackmarket trade, Killing things, The Family Business. The Winchester’s were the center of the Hunters, a mafia that ran the streets of Chicago. The head of the Hunters was John Winchester, the boss and mastermind who raised the gang from the gutters and gave it its reputation. He had grown up in the streets before enlisting in the First World War, leaving his pregnant wife and son behind, returning when it was over to find his wife had passed, leaving the two boys in an orphanage for a year. John took them back and with new connections and a burning passion, he became a powerful figure in the underworld, raising his two boys and controlling trade in the city. He taught his boys to box and the right way to stab someone, how to slip in and out of a store without anyone noticing and also how to command the attention of the room. As they got older, they developed their own roles in the gang. Sam, the younger, had an affinity for numbers and aided behind the scenes in keeping the gang running. Dean was the Swiss Army knife, always itching for a fight and able to fit into whatever role was needed. The Hunters, of course, were not the only gang on the streets. There were also the Leviathans, who had a bigger number than them and were just as vicious. Dean had interacted with them several times before on business. They were usually civil with each other, respecting territory and staying out of the way but something changed. Neither family knew who had made the first move. But a building was burned and both gangs became hostile. It became war between the two, for territory and honor. Dean saw friends killed or jailed and was left with anger burning inside of him. When word hit that the Novak figurehead was dead, the Hunters thought it was over. They were ready to retreat and rebuild but it seemed other plans were at play. [Continue as Cas?]

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[bamf-castiel]

ok about punk!cas, can you imagine: cas is the punk in his mafia family, the black sheep that doesn't wanna be involved in the family business, but he mostly is allowed not to because well.... he has other brothers & he's the runt of the family sort of, but that all changes when a rival family attacks his, attempting to take all of the main family members in one hit (aka most of the main angels, like gabe, anna, balthazar, etc) but they get a shock when he ends up being the (1/?)

(2/?) being the most dangerous out of them all. Some of his siblings are taking cover while shooting back or trying to get the younger family members out of there, while Cas steps out into the fray with bullets flying everywhere and just starts killing anyone in sight that isn’t in the family. All this while dressed in a leather jacket, combat boots, and head to toe in piercings & tattoos… And of course turns out he was always carrying 10+ knives & other weapons on him under that jacket.(3/?) cut to later once the fighting has basically stopped & they’re trying to get information from one of the surviving hit-men, and cas steps up with a look in his eyes that’s already 10x sharper than the knife in his hand. Not everyone made it, and he’s not about to let this guy off with an easy death. Cas ends up in charge while his siblings are either buried or healing. Other, older members of the family try to resist his leadership at first, but they soon find he doesn’t particularly   (4/?) particularly care who gets in his way, not when there’s family to avenge and still breath in his lungs. He shows up to the first meeting after the attack dressed in a fine black suit, edges as sharp as the knives up his sleeves, the picture perfect image of a mafia boss and shoots the first person that suggests anything besides complete destruction of the rival family that attacked them. Then he says, “Now that that’s resolved, lets get to work”

I’ve screamed when I saw it Nonnie!!! it’s !!!! wonderful !!! Ahhh yes, Cas with his tattoos hidden by expensive suits is definitely my jam. He didn’t care about that before, but now, when he officially represents his family he’s going to dress like someone on his position should. 

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If someone wants to do an rp like this lmk because we can work something out and it would be fucking amazing.

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Got a little carried away so the prompt is long but anyone interested in rping this or making a starter for another hero/villain dynamic?

I’m open to pretty much any addition/change! We can discuss beforehand or just jump right in and rp.

Also we could make a different starter! I’m just really into protagonist/antagonist and hero/villain rn haha

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Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where the powers were from. He figured he had always had them since they manifested in small ways at first and he couldn’t pinpoint when the first spark had occurred. The wild magic had grown with him, like a comforting friend. Protecting him when he needed and a presence that kept him feeling like he was never alone. It was like a party trick at first, sparks at the end of his fingertips that entertained his childish delight. That changed into small bursts of energy that he learned to transform and use. The capacity to learn what he could do never seemed to stop after that. He began using it to stop crime, helping his adopted father, a retired cop who had gotten shot and was unable to continue service. His father taught him the importance of morals and using what he had for ‘good.’ The power in Cas grew with each new challenge he faced and he reached deeper and deeper into the well of that power to face the next challenge. After a particularly nasty villain whose power had been much greater than who he had faced before, Cas’s own power had grown tenfold to meet it and once the threat was gone Cas was left with a wild power that didn’t have an equal match. He had gone too far, too fast and hadn’t been able to grow himself to handle what was inside of him.

Cas didn’t think it was an issue at first but when some petty robber tried to rob a bank, Cas meant to simply pin the robber to the wall but a simple move ended up as an explosion of energy and blew the whole bank to pieces. Cas withdrew, terrified of hurting the people he was supposed to save. A new villain later came to town and Cas came out of hiding. By then he taught himself enough control so he was able to tap into his power without blowing up a street block but that was because he only let a trickle out, too afraid to see how deep the well of power actually went. It left him in pain most of the time as the power boiled inside him and begged for release.

~

Cas shifted on his feet and ignored the pulse of power that rose with his nervousness, glancing up towards the restaurant sign. Being a hero was busy and he balanced his day job and stopping a variety of criminals and higher profile villains just fine but it didn’t leave much room for a social life. Meg, his adopted sister, had insisted getting out and talking to someone other than his villainous nemesis would help him have more of a ‘normal life’. That had always made him roll his eyes but he obliged, agreeing to a blind date. He adjusted his shirt, his clothes looser than his normal tight outfit and headed in, a confident smile easing onto his face.

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Got a little carried away so the prompt is long but anyone interested in rping this or making a starter for another hero/villain dynamic?

I’m open to pretty much any addition/change! We can discuss beforehand or just jump right in and rp.

Also we could make a different starter! I’m just really into protagonist/antagonist and hero/villain rn haha

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Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where the powers were from. He figured he had always had them since they manifested in small ways at first and he couldn’t pinpoint when the first spark had occurred. The wild magic had grown with him, like a comforting friend. Protecting him when he needed and a presence that kept him feeling like he was never alone. It was like a party trick at first, sparks at the end of his fingertips that entertained his childish delight. That changed into small bursts of energy that he learned to transform and use. The capacity to learn what he could do never seemed to stop after that. He began using it to stop crime, helping his adopted father, a retired cop who had gotten shot and was unable to continue service. His father taught him the importance of morals and using what he had for ‘good.’ The power in Cas grew with each new challenge he faced and he reached deeper and deeper into the well of that power to face the next challenge. After a particularly nasty villain whose power had been much greater than who he had faced before, Cas’s own power had grown tenfold to meet it and once the threat was gone Cas was left with a wild power that didn’t have an equal match. He had gone too far, too fast and hadn’t been able to grow himself to handle what was inside of him.

Cas didn’t think it was an issue at first but when some petty robber tried to rob a bank, Cas meant to simply pin the robber to the wall but a simple move ended up as an explosion of energy and blew the whole bank to pieces. Cas withdrew, terrified of hurting the people he was supposed to save. A new villain later came to town and Cas came out of hiding. By then he taught himself enough control so he was able to tap into his power without blowing up a street block but that was because he only let a trickle out, too afraid to see how deep the well of power actually went. It left him in pain most of the time as the power boiled inside him and begged for release.

~

Cas shifted on his feet and ignored the pulse of power that rose with his nervousness, glancing up towards the restaurant sign. Being a hero was busy and he balanced his day job and stopping a variety of criminals and higher profile villains just fine but it didn’t leave much room for a social life. Meg, his adopted sister, had insisted getting out and talking to someone other than his villainous nemesis would help him have more of a ‘normal life’. That had always made him roll his eyes but he obliged, agreeing to a blind date. He adjusted his shirt, his clothes looser than his normal tight outfit and headed in, a confident smile easing onto his face.

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Serial Killer!Dean and Agent!Castiel

I couldn’t help myself. I’m doing an rp with a soulmate serial killer au.

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(Dean!Gang member and Cas!sheriffs son. I’m a fan of slow burn relationship/love wise and I’m down for smut and any kinks) Castiel lived in a small town where everybody knew everybody in school and the local diner was the popular hangout spot to be. With it being a small town, he was one of the only openly gay kids. Sometimes he got hell for it, sometimes he didn’t. The other popular hangout spot was the drive in theater. But it was more popular with the Southside Hunters, the gang led by John Winchester. They stayed on the south side of town and according to Cas’s father, the sheriff, “And thank God they do, they’re pretty dangerous. A bunch of thieves and drug dealers. Miscreants the lot of them. You steer clear of them, you hear?” Cas had always nodded and rolled his eyes. Typically he did. But that night he had gone to the drive in theater with Meg, the Southside Hunters had been making a ruckus. Meg had stood up and shushed them, promising hell if they didn’t. Cas snorted and looked back, making eye contact with one of them. His eyes furrowed curiously on the green ones before he swallowed and quickly looked away. Whether they knew he was the sheriffs son or not, he didn’t know. Halfway through the movie he had gotten up to refill his popcorn and was on his way back when he passed the green eyed Hunter from before making an illegal drug deal. His eyes widened and figuring he could help his dad get another one of them busted, tugged out his phone. He felt proud of himself as he took a picture- till the flash went off. His stomach dropped as the eyes flicked his way and he stumbled back. ~email: [email protected]~ ~ DM: @rp-prompts-67 or @holy-fucking-hell–literally

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(Illegal fight club. Streetkid!Dean, privledgedkid!Cas. Both about 18 but age can vary if you’d like. Trigger warning: violence)

Dean loved a good fight. He grew up in the back alleys and gutters, learning to fight to keep himself and his brother alive. He quickly got good at it, savoring the sharp pain and the aches afterwords. Money was always tough to come by but he discovered organized street fighting was a good way to get quick cash. It was illegal shit but when he won he got money to get through the week and he enjoyed the fight. He rose up the ranks, becoming known as ‘The Demon’. ~ Castiel started fighting as a way to rebel against his family. All his siblings were incredibly smart, including him, but being a middle child he wanted a way to try and stand out. His rich parents had indulged him and put Cas through mixed martial arts classes and he became one of the best in competitions, winning all sorts of medals but in an academically focused family, neither of his parents gave a shit. That’s what he got for being a middle sibling out of a handful of Ivy League kids. One of his competitions had been downtown and his parents couldn’t make it so they sent a driver down to pick him up. In a burst of indignation Cas had ditched the driver and headed out the back alley. A couple blocks down he stumbled upon a warehouse and curiously slipped in. It was crowded with people, a large caged ring in the middle where two bloody people were currently fighting. He pushed through the crowd to get closer, his pulse racing. Before he could think too much about it he entered himself in the next round. (Continue as Dean?)

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(While away at boarding school, Deans father married Castiels mom. Deans back after being expelled. Delinquent!Dean) ‘Ugh, my step-brother is such an ass, Meg. He thinks he’s such a badass. While Mom and John are away he’s always bringing home girls and screwing them loudly while I’m trying to study. -CN’ ((accidently sent to Dean))

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(Dean!pirate. Castiel!governors-son. Cas!19.) Castiel picked absently at his loose shirt. He was bored out of his mind as he waited for the Pirates hanging. Another half hour passed before the accused pirate was led into stage. Castiel straightened up and flicked his eyes around the crowd who were watching with rapt attention. The executioners voice droned on about the Pirates crimes. Captain Winchester smirked out at the crowd, not seeming at all worried about his looming death. As the rope was lowered around his neck Castiel found himself locked with the eyes of the pirate. It sent chills down his back but he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Suddenly a whistle sounded through the crowd. As the attention in the crowd turned, a blade sang through the crowd and sank into the wood on the platform. The green eyed pirate ducked and spun away, ripping the sword out. He launched off the platform and away from death, the chains on his wrists rattling. Castiel began scrambling back with the crowd but it was too late. He felt the chains cold weight against his neck as he was forced back against the pirate. He froze, his heart thundering. A low chuckle sounded in his ear before Castiels father, the governor, moved in front of the pirate and his hostage.

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(Dean!Serial killer/ soul mate- Dean hates his counter and got it removed when he was sixteen. Can be dark but doesn’t have to)~~ 10 years, 3 months, 2 weeks, 16 days, 9 minutes. Castiel, like every other human on this planet, had a counter on his wrist, counting down the days till he would meet his future ‘soul-mate’. He had always had an itching for his counter to go down to 0000. He absently stared at it in school, day dreaming about who his soul mate would be. ~~

6 years, 8 months, 1 week, 5 days, 19 hours, 5 minutes left.  the number always seemed to high, to out of reach. One by one the counters turned to 0000 around him as his friends and college classmates grouped up. His daydreams dwindled down and he focused more on his career, it seemed as if the number would never come. ~~

0 years, 2 months, 3 weeks, 1 day, 30 minutes.  His parents had been murdered when he was a child so he had focused his life on catching the people who destroyed people’s life’s like his own parents’ killers had. He had been put on a new case of a serial killer duo and had been so intent on the case that he barely noticed his counter ticking down. ~~

0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 1 day, 4 hours, 2 minutes.  He hadn’t meant to be caught. He had been being careful as he tracked the two killers through a small city.  he remembered being distracted by a throbbing in his wrist before being dragged into an alley And then… Nothing. ~~

Next thing he knew he was tied to a plastic chair in a dank room. He was beaten and bloody yet still struggled against the restraints. When the door opened he froze, hissing through his teeth as a searing heat trembled up his body.  He was too distracted and pumped of adrenaline to notice the 0000 on his wrist. (Continue as Dean?)

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