#destiel sorta

[skeletonsinzeeclost]

”Hello Dean...”

I dunno what I was thinking, but I felt like drawing the boys in each other’s clothes... Why are they wearing each other’s clothes? WHY? 

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😂😂

[skeletonsinzeeclost]

Z is for Zombie

“Darkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y'all's neighborhood And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse's shell”

Michael Jackson - Thriller

[a-burning-consuming-fire]

My first thought when Jensen got Twitter

..(this is a rant, not a funny punchline for a joke)

Look, I know not everyone is doing this. It's a just few annoying folks, I get it. But regardless of your personal, heartfelt thoughts on the topic you have to respect that not everyone is going to agree with you. If dude doesn't like ship related stuff how is shoving in in his face and bugging him about going to change his mind? Don't you see how counterproductive that is? It only irritates him and other members of the cast and crew. They're not going to go "Wow, all this erotic fan fic and defamation of my character really makes me see the light, I think I'll support this!" It just makes the sane, polite shippers and fans look bad.

Maybe you're new to fandom and you don't know this but yea. Even if you think "Anyone with eyes can see this is canon!" Well, Jensen has been playing Dean for 10 seasons , so I think he has right to his own opinion about the character. This whole rabid 'Shipping Mentality' is why I got away from the shipping segment of the fandom. I know not all shippers are like this! But a lot of them jump on this bandwagon of 'queerbaiting' and 'equal representation of queer characters on tv' because it sounds pretty and they have no idea what they're even talking about. I get those things are important to people and there have been really insensitive comments made about it by the cast and crew but obviously anyone serious about social issues is not sending explicit pictures to the cast as a legit solution to these issues. The few people doing that are the ones making everyone else look bad.

Amazing with all the upheaval in the real world people still act like the fictional romance of fictional characters not being played out on a television show about monsters is one of the worst things ever. I just can't take it seriously anymore as a 'movement'.

That, and I get tired of everything a character does and the whole of the show being boiled down to who wants to have sex with who. I love certain character dynamics too and hey you can watch the show for whatever reason you want but I just get weary of everything in fandom being about shipping all the time.

If you don't like the way the show is run and watch primarily for ships and you're unsatisfied with how it's being handled, you don't have to watch the show anymore. Same for people saying Supernatural is soo terrible now..blah blah..guess what? No one is forcing you to stick around and be a kill joy. Move on to Dominion or whatever and chill out.

[lifeisablackhole9]

The Re-Do (Tiny!Cas fic)

So, I hate the new story arch. So, in an attempt to fix it, I think I might have just made everyone sadder... Oops. I held back from anything plot-changing, despite my instincts to just fix the shit out of the situation... Anyway, here you go I guess. Another Tiny!Cas fic instead of me doing homework. (yay)

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Castiel flew into Dean’s room, feeling a little bit nervous about everything. He wasn’t sure how to handle being the only one of the two of them to know anything. He flew over to Dean tightly clutching a DVD box in his tiny hands. Putting a small fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat as he landed on the foot of Dean’s bed.

“D-Dean?” Cas asked hoarsely. Dean stirred and looked at his the tiny Angel, using his elbows and forearms as support.

“Yeah, buddy?” He asked, glancing at the DVD is Cas’ hands.

“Hah, its gonna take me a while to get used to the whole ‘Fun Sized’ deal… Again, I guess… Anyway, what didja want?” Dean smiled at Cas. But it wasn’t the smile he gave a week ago, full of undying love and compassion; but of secrets he felt he couldn’t tell. Secrets that Cas already knew. Castiel looked down at the sheets underneath him, and moved the DVD behind his back.

“Its just that, before you got amnesia, you and I had watched a movie that had come out recently. And I just thought that, maybe if we watch it again, it might trigger something…? If that's alright with you, that is. I mean, Sam won’t let you leave the bunker anyway, and, it might get boring anyway and-”

“Cas, I’d love to.” Dean said, looking at Cas with the compassion that he had already grown to miss. But it faded all too quickly when Dean realized the way he was looking at his boyfriend best friend.

“So, what movie is it, anyway? How much action we talkin’? Man, I could go for a spy movie right now…” Dean said a little too enthusiastically. Cas smiled sheepishly and handed the DVD to Dean, who quickly took the box from him.

“The… Lego Movie…? Really Cas? Isn’t that supposed to be a kids movie?” Dean asked, confused and a little bit disappointed in their movie choices. Cas looked back down at the sheets, trying not to cry at the quick shoot down of their first movie as together. Dean noticed how sad he had made Cas, but he didn’t understand why his usual level of judgment was so hurtful to him. Dean sighed and rested a gentle hand on Cas’ small shoulders.

“If you think it’ll help in any way, then I guess two hours of my life on it won’t hurt…” Dean said, trying to make it up to his little buddy. Cas looked up with a new found hope in his eyes, as well as the threatening tears from seconds ago.

“R-really Dean? Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Besides, it doesn’t look that bad! I mean, at least I’ll get to enjoy it a second time, yeah?”

Cas smiled at his hunter, as a stray tear ran down his cheek.

“Woah, buddy, calm down! Its just a movie! No need to cry over it! I said it was fine, alright? So, lets pop’er in and see if it jogs anything, alright?” Castiel nodded.

“Good. Now, quit your waterworks and lets watch this sucker!” He exclaimed as he whipped the tear from Cas’ face out of habit.

Two hours had passed, and Cas had ended up leaning against Dean’s thigh, using it as a pillow. He wasn’t sleeping, but he thought- hoped- that if he was still enough, this moment would last forever. It was almost like before the amnesia, almost as if he remembered what they had formed together. A gentle hand covering him snapped him from his thoughts.

“Heh, I guess Sam was right, you do sleep now…” One of Deans thumbs begun stroking the feathers of Cas’ wings.

“Damnit, Cas. You have no idea, no fucking clue how badly I want to tell you. Hell, I’d give up just about anything for the right time. But then, would you even feel the same way…? I’m not sure I could handle that…”

A few moments of silence went past, and Dean became aware of how he was treating his little best friend.

“Damnit, Dean! Cut it out, you idiot! You can’t let him find out, especially not like this! He’s your friend, nothing more. Why though… Why does it feel so… Natural now? Whatever, man. Wow, am I really talking to myself? No wonder… No wonder you’re alone…” A tear fell from Cas’ cheek once more before he pretended to stir, and whipped his eyes as if he were tired in an attempt to hide his tears.

“Did it, jog anything about your lost memories, Dean? Anything at all? I mean, this movie was… It was important to us-you. It was important to you…” Cas looked down at Dean’s jeans to try and hide his frustration in knowing already what his answer would be.

“Not really… But, I did end up liking it a lot more than I expected! One of my top ten at least! Why did we go see it again?”

Cas froze, and gripped the sheets tight in his small hand.

“It-its nothing. You will remember soon enough anyway… I must go now… I think I hear Kevin calling for me.” Before Dean could say anything Castiel had flown out the door and to the library, where his nest was. All he could do was cry. Cry that their first date wasn’t enough.

[i-could-be-so-much-more]

What if Cas doesn't return after 'Goodbye Stranger'?

Dear Dean,  It's been so long that I doubt you'll even remember my name. Its been so long now that I doubt You even remember the time we had together. I suppose its easy to forget someone when they were in you life for a mere few years before disappearing. You'd have every right to have forgotten me. I's been so long since I even said goodbye.  I guess I'm writing to you to ask you if there's still a place for me in your life. I thought I could live without you. I thought I could protect you and protect this tablet on my own. It seemed I was wrong. It's taken me almost 25 years to realise it.  I can accept you as being nearly 60, old and grey. You're magnificence wasn't just your looks. If you have not lost your old self, you will ever be the beautiful, timeless man I loved.  Is there still room for me? Have I lost my place? I can't live without you, Dean, it took me too long to realise it, don't make it any longer. You saved me in every way. Don't leave me like I left you.  Cas ...

[i-could-be-so-much-more]

Supernatural Fanfiction: The Final Episode

Summary: Deans dead, Sam's dead, and its the final episode. Castiel writes Dean a letter talking about his thoughts on the situation.

So here we are my friend, the final episode. Oh the memories we have. It's been what? Nearly 4 seasons now? I suppose its kind of too late now, to tell you about mediocre things, like my earlier life, what earth used to look lke, the feeling you human used to induce in me with your beautiful, shambled lives. I guess the time for such stories has passed.  I'm sorry I couldn't save you my friend. This time, I think you're dead for good. I know you have a habit of finding a way to come back, I have a feeling that it wont be this time.  You used to say that death was the only thing that was coming for you, and you'd die with a gun in your hand. I can, and could always tell you, that both were untrue. You died with a glass of whiskey in your left hand and my hand in the other. It was your choice, death never came for you, you met him with welcome arms and a smirk on your damn face. Even in death, nothing phased you, nothing make you sad, not on the outside. That was one of the most beautiful things about you I suppose, and about humans in general. You all go through life, and things hurt you, you get knocked down, you're teased and beaten, and you're constantly told you can't do 'this' and you can't do 'that,' and you humans take it in your stride you keep going, walking, and walking, because that how you survive, like an own personal war. I have one final thing to ask of you, you once before visited where you go when your mortal day come to an end, you know what comes next. Go there, find your mum, find your dad, find Sammy, find Ellen, and Jo, and Bobby, and Ash, and you hold on to them, you hold on tight. You deserve that much, you deserve happiness, for once. You deserve never-ending happiness, hope and compassion, because you showed it to me when I needed it the most. You rescued me in more ways than one Dean, it'd be selfish of me not to thank you. So I thank you, for my freedom, for opening my eyes, for sowing me that things didn't have to be regimented and consistent and most of all you showed me what love was, you were like family to me from the moment I pulled your from Hell. And knowing the love and belonging of a family, be it dysfunctional and wayward, changed me and made me a better person, both in my servitude to my father and the protection of the people your fought so hard to protect. Enjoy heaven, Dean. I know you never thought you'd get there  but I assure you it is where you belong. Life without you, brother, will be uneventful and less interesting. The final episode, lets make your funeral a beautiful one. It doesn't equate to what yore worth. But its the best we can do. I'll remember you, Cas