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Merry Christmas, everyone 💋🎄

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HALLOWEEN FIC DUMP

Greetings friends!

Over this weekend on ao3 I posted a series of unrelated spn fic all about Halloween! Some were original ideas, others were prompts, all are destiel ik ur v surprised, no archive warnings apply, no smut, read ahead to get a sneak preview of each, feel free to reblog this post, leave comments, and let’s get spooky!

Brother Duty prompt: Babe I know it's Halloween but we have to take my little brother trick or treating AU word count: 1k tags: hs!deancas, younger!sam, happy winchester family, gross boyfriends, pov alternating

Cats watch. And judge. prompt: “Cas adopts a black cat” suggested by @trisscar368 word count: 866 tags: let’s just ignore season 9 shall we, bunker life, cas loves cats, dean loves cas

Cliché or Classic prompt: I ordered a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks and you made a heart in the foam and I decided to drink it here so I can smile at you some more AU / Pumpkin spice vs spiced cider suggested by @trisscar368 word count: 1k tags: coffeeshop au, barista!cas, teacher!dean, flirting

Gee, Officer Sexy! prompt: You're dressed as a sexy cop and oh God please arrest me AU word count: 2.3k tags: past aaron/dean, halloween costume party, threats of violence and non-con (not deancas), v suggestive flirting (deancas)

Nice to Meet You, Leatherface prompt: AU where dean works at a haunted corn maze terrorizing people with a chainsaw, and cas goes there with his brothers even though he doesn’t really like things like that, and is easily scared, and they end up ditching him so he gets kind of lost, and dean sees him standing alone in a darker corner of the maze and begins to rev his chainsaw and do the usual routine until he sees that cas is actually terrified and on the verge of tears, and then just takes off his mask and is like “oh sorry, are you okay?” and the ends up walking cas out of the maze and he buys him a candy apple and dEAN STILL IN ALL HIS BLOODY MAKEUP AND RIPPED CLOTHES AND HOLDING CAS’ HAND WOW CAN SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE THIS A THING word count: 1.4k tags: hs!deancas, corn maze, meet cute, the prompt says it all lol

Unmasked prompt: Deep conversations and wow I wonder what you look like under that scary mask AU word count: 2.8k tags: dean smith/castiel, office romance, halloween costume party, cinderella-esque, mutual pining

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I’d Lie

pairings: destiel word count: 1.8k tags: no warnings apply, although y’all might suffocate under all the cheese, hs!au, friends to lovers, sappy songwriting ao3 | Dean Winchester Loves Taylor Swift

This uncontrollable amount of fluff is dedicated to @mansikkaomenabanaani and was beta’d by @punkascas

Being head over heels for your best friend is, in Cas Milton's opinion, pretty much the worst thing ever.

Luckily, no one ever has to know. The only ones who do are the stuffed animals in his bedroom and his guitar.

Yes, he's every bit a high school cliché, but Cas doesn't care.

Ever since he and Dean took those guitar lessons back in elementary school, he can't stop playing.

Dean did, but he shouldn't have quit. He was damn good at it, but he had stopped coming to their lessons by the end of middle school. Cas wonders sometimes if Dean does play, maybe early in the morning before he leaves for school or late at night after getting home from wrestling practice.

Dean and Cas are best friends. Have been since they were little. But lately, Dean has been… acting.

Sometimes Cas can see it happening. He can watch the mask settle over Dean's almost-too-pretty features when they're walking into the school building or when John Winchester gets home.

Suddenly the goofy and smart boy that Dean really is vanishes, replaced by a façade of macho, arrogant, flippant man's-man.

Cas understands Dean's deep-rooted desire to please his father, to be the best son, the best big brother he can be. But Cas wishes it didn't have to be like this.

He wishes for the things he can only verbalize in song.

He's sitting cross-legged on his neatly made bed, pen in his mouth and notebook in front of him. Squinting at the hastily written lyrics below the simple chord progressions, he mutters to himself,

"And I don't think it ever crossed his mind He tells a joke, I fake a smile  But I know all his favorite songs…

And… and… Damn it." Cas spits the pen to the side and rubs a hand over his face. For whatever reason, the next bit is just not coming to him.

He flops backward with a huff and strums the chords for the chorus absentmindedly.

There's a light knocking on his door that he almost doesn't hear.

"Anna, come in, I'm just—"

"Not Anna, dude. Sorry to disappoint." Dean's smirking face appears around the door. "Can I come in anyway?"

"Y—yes, yeah. Of course," Cas stammers, shooting upright as Dean comes to sit on the edge of his bed.

"Hey! I didn't know you still played, Cas." Dean smiles at him, gesturing to the guitar in his arms.

"Yeah, I am. I mean, I do." He can’t exactly concentrate on forming words when his notebook is resting open right next to Dean’s thigh.

Of course Dean notices it. He makes to grab for it, but Cas snatches it. Dean gives him a bewildered look, eyebrows raised and lips pursed but smiling.

"What, got a bunch of dirty secrets in there?" Dean jokes like Cas isn't sweating through his shirt right now.

He chuckles weakly and cradles the book tighter. Dean notices this, too, and his bemused expression turns fond.

"Will you play for me, Cas?" Dean asks gently like Cas is a frightened animal.

Placing the notebook carefully behind him, he wiggles a bit to get more comfortable. Dean’s gaze never leaves his face, but Cas can’t return it. Instead, he does a fast bit of fingerpicking—he wouldn’t admit under pain of torture to wanting to impress Dean with his skills—staring down hard at the guitar. Dean’s presence sets every system to high-alert.

When they hang out, it's usually playing video games with Sam or going to a football game or to Meg Masters's house parties. Even when it's just the two of them, doing homework or reading or lying on the grass in Cas's backyard, it's never felt like this. Some strange, new energy churns the air and makes Cas's heart pound inside of his chest.

"Cas." Blue eyes meet green. "Play what you were working on before I walked in?"

Cas plays through the familiar chords of his newest creation, still not able to look Dean in the eye.

“But there are lyrics, aren’t there? That’s what the notebook is for, right?”

Cas knows Dean. He's known Dean practically their entire lives. The boy is like a dog with a bone when he wants to be.

He closes his eyes, and sings.

[ Read the rest on ao3 ]

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Isn’t it awesome that I’m literally gO ING T O DIE in 7 days

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promo for @angelicdmitri!

aka THE JENSEN TO MY MISHA! Her domain is Cockles Hell because that's where we live tbh... find those two and more on her (mostly spn) blog

-> http://www.tumblr.com/follow/angelicdmitri <-

*we’re already mutuals❤

~blacklist pb promos to avoid these posts~

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new url for halloween!

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Yep, this was the original cover art. But @EW photoshopped me out, saying my "overtly sexual pose" was "too risqué." (x)