dean lover (and analyzer) first, fanfic writer second, and human being third || find the words i write on my Ao3: Sangrassbagel || pfp credit to angio2244
i was reading today and character A was afraid to let character B lift them because they thought they were too heavy but then character B is just super strong and it isn’t a problem and that simply got me thinking about arthur having some kind of magical phoenix strength and carrying linus bridal style to and from random places <33
quick Zoe and Helen sketch, because I realized I’ve never drawn either of them, and had to rectify that immediately. I think they wear matching outfits sometimes :) and that Zoe gives her lady one of her flowers everyday :D
A couple scribbles of Arthur Parnassus and Linus Baker; they're becoming comfort characters for me.
(P.S. My commissions are open, and my prices flexible! Feel free to DM me if interested!)
Dean's conversation right after meeting Cas in Purgatory is definitely a declaration of love. He was NOT leaving without him. He prayed for him every night. He put himself in danger both to find him and to keep staying next to him. We all have to remember that he is so emotionally constipated that he would prefer to cut his own arm than to talk about his own feelings.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
tag as many people as you have WIPs
thanks @treaciel for the tag !! i fear i dont have many mutuals so the list wont be very long lol.
In the Name of Love - (Hollanov AU)
If It's the Last Thing I Hear - (Hollanov canon divergent where the Insta messages were a VM instead)
The Things We Run From (The People We Run to) - (Destiel AU of 9x07 "Bad Boys")
@trenchcoatimpala ily bestie and i think you might be the only writer im mutuals with on here that isnt the one who tagged me LMAO
Wip game: I NEED to know about Vessel for two; Vessel for you - if it's what I think it is, I'm ready to pounce
Snippet for Vessel for two; Vessel for you coming up!
Who the hell looked at Dean Winchester and called that happiness?
Apparently an angel did.
Dean dragged a hand over his mouth as bile crept up his throat, sour and hot. He’d seen Castiel get taken. Seen the Empty wrap around him like it had always owned him, tendrils clinging, dragging, swallowing him whole. That should’ve been the end of it That should’ve been all there was.
And yet—
His hand dropped to his thigh, restless, then slipped into his pocket without conscious thought. His fingers closed around metal. Solid. Familiar. He pulled the switchblade free and flicked it open.
Castiel’s blood still stained the blade.
It clung there stubbornly, dark and cracked, the way the Empty’s tendrils had clung to Castiel’s trench coat, his arms, his throat. The same blood Cas had used to draw the ward, to build a wall, to protect Dean one last time.
Dean swallowed hard.
He opened his left hand, palm up, fingers spread. The blade kissed his skin like a poisonous lover — sharp, intimate — and the sting bloomed instantly. Red welled up, bright and alive, sliding over the steel to mix with Castiel’s dried blood as if it recognized it. As if it belonged there.
Dean watched it happen, breath shallow, hands trembling. His head was still a wreck, adrenaline chewing through his thoughts, grief and disbelief tangling tight in his chest.
And then it happened.
The skin pulled together beneath his eyes, warmth threading through it like invisible fingers smoothing him whole again. Pale blue light flickered — soft, unmistakable — before fading away, leaving nothing behind but unbroken skin and Dean’s heart pounding like it was trying to escape.
He laughed before he could stop himself. It came out rough and breathless, half disbelief, half hysteria.
“Ha,” Dean whispered, staring at his hand like it might betray him if he looked away. A crooked smile pulled at his mouth, fragile and real. “It worked.” The hunter looked up, his wet eyes staring back at him in his rearview mirror. His healed hand petted his chest gently.
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