“Yeah, uhm, this place is really nice, (Y/N), it really is...I can see how peaceful this can be. But, I can’t help but feel something is...lurking out there.”
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“Yeah, uhm, this place is really nice, (Y/N), it really is...I can see how peaceful this can be. But, I can’t help but feel something is...lurking out there.”
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Wanted to do something a bit more pencil-ish and that's how it turned out
For @quicksilver-ships:
"Sam?" Cas mumbles, and it's a good thing the taller man had had all his attention focused on his boyfriend since he entered the room and found the former angel restlessly stirring in his sleep, so he can hear him and respond.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you going?" His voice is dripping with exhaustion, and sleep. But there's something tinged in there like don't go.
"Nowhere, Cas. I'm coming to bed." Sam smiles, and in a matter of moments, was settled next to him.
Immediately, Cas koala-d him deeper into the mattress, snuggling up to his side, tucking an arm around him, and pulling the warm comforter over them. "Does that mean you didn't sleep at all last night?"
Sam lets out a short huff of laughter, putting his arm around Cas, palm pressed to his shirt, and lightly stroking his back. "No, it means you were way too asleep to notice when I left for my run."
Cas sighs, like he's relieved, though he hadn't managed to sound too troubled in the first place. Must be all the exceedingly effective human-happy-hormones, always shooting through his bloodstream any time Sam was close, safe, and his.
"Go back to sleep." Sam whispers at him, and Cas doesn't need more convincing. In an undramatic fashion, he slips himself off of Sam, and turns to his side.
Wordlessly understanding what Cas needs, Sam slid himself lower on the bed, till he was lying down too, and curled himself around the shorter man, hugging him back to his chest, and burying his nose in his hair.
"I love waking up with you." Cas purrs, eyes closed again. "It's the favorite part of my day."
"Are you sure?" Sam teases, squeezing his arms around Cas just to make the latter squirm and giggle. "'Cause I'd say your favorite part was coming back to bed with me."
Cas hums thoughtfully.
"Let's settle on," Sam kisses Castiel's head, just before he drifts off completely. "Your favorite part is me, in your bed."
"I'll do you one better." Cas tries to sound functional, but sleep is way too overpowering. Goddamn humans and their need to sleep. However, he may have enough woken-up-seconds left, for a line worthy of a romance bestseller, and which makes Sam blush though he can't see it. "My favorite everything is you."
Having both Sam and Cas declare heartfelt statements towards Dean abt how much they love him makes me feel that Dean's gonna d i e~~~~
Look at these pretty dimples of discontent!
Everytime I see this I have to tag you @dimples-of-discontent !!
I don’t think I ever posted this here, so here’s a time-lapse video of a painting I did of Dean in Lucifer’s Cage in episode 11x10 of Supernatural!
This painting was done with acrylic paint on an 8″x10″ canvas.
Prints available here: https://tinyurl.com/y9tq58hy
Not mine credit to creator
Dean and Cas are lying in bed together, sinking into the memory foam as one. Dean grumbles again about having to be the little spoon, but there's no avoiding basic mechanics and comfort. Secretly he loves being wrapped up in Cas and the presence of his warm, powerful body tucked against his back. He huffs loudly as he settles on his side, his back to Cas, grudgingly accepting his fate. Eyes close and his mouth spreads in a soft smile when Cas rests his face against his shoulder and brings a wing around to slowly, carefully lay on Dean's side. And it's not until Dean raises his hand to nestle his fingers among the ink dark feathers that they cease their unsure twitching and a whisper soft touch of lips brushes his skin. He hopes someday he'll be able to look Cas in the eyes and tell him what he's coming to understand- that his heart isn't a broken thing after all.