#goth!cas

[demetriustheangel]

I have a new obsession

Uhh.. I may have got a bit too exited abt him

[kingdumbass]

One for Sorrow

"People Once Believed That When Someone Dies, A Crow Carries Their Soul To The Land Of The Dead."

***COMING THIS DECEMBER***

From the mind of @bleuzombie and illustrated by me, @kingdumbass​ A story inspired by the cult classic THE CROW And brought to you in accordance with @spn-mediabigbang

Castiel grabs a tin of lighter fluid and squirts it all over the counter. It pools and spills onto Crowley’s suit pants. “Now you are going to tell me where to find the rest of Remiel’s friends.”

“The Gin Mill. Azazel rents the room above the bar. Talk to him.”

Castiel chuckles bitterly. “Azazel.” He can see him, cutting on Dean, touching him. “A whole demon club with silly demon names.” Castiel uses the butt of his shotgun to smash the glass display. Crowley groans as he finally manages to tie the pocket square around his hand. “Hold still.” Castiel points the gun at him. Crowley raises his hands and doesn’t move. “These,” Castiel flicks a ring at him, “each one of these,” Castile flicks another ring at him, hitting him in the face, “is a life.” Castiel flicks two more rings at him. “A life you helped destroy.” 

Crowley falls to his knees. “Please. Please don’t kill me. I just bought the ring. I didn’t hurt anyone!” 

Castiel smiles, “I’m not going to kill you. Your job is to tell the rest of them death is coming for them.” Castiel cocks the shotgun. “Tonight.” He grabs the tray of rings and dumps them into the barrel of his shotgun. “Tell them Castiel Novak sends his regards.”

[rivers-oc]

I gothified Cas, you're welcome.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Montague & Capulet

destiel AU drabble, first kiss, narrator POV.

The goth side-eyed a glance across the street, in the punk's direction. He knew him—like neighbours from opposite ends of the neighbourhood know each other. 

Mouthy. Obnoxious. And pretty as dead flowers on a grave.

The punk sneered over at the goth kid he'd caught watching. He knew him—in the sense that their groups were enemies; only becoming allies when united against The Rest of High School.

Moody. Haughty. And hot as a phone box on fire.

The punk sauntered across the street and dragged the goth into the nearby alley. But then moody kid immediately crowded into mouthy kid's personal space, sneering his own brand of sneer.

"You think I won't bite, huh Bulldog?" he challenged.

"The name's Dean. And, actually, I was counting on it, Little Vamp Boy."

"My name," the goth spat, now slamming the punk roughly into the wall, "is Castiel..." and then Castiel was slamming his pale lips onto Dean's mouth and the punk didn't struggle, instantly melting into it—and he honest to Sid Vicious whimpered.

Castiel pulled away with a grin. "...don't forget it, or this, and I won't tell anybody about how silky-soft you really are, Dean."

Dean simply nodded his dizzy head and licked Castiel from his lips.

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[auroradean]

the year is 1986

cas finishes putting his lipstick on as cities in dust plays from the tiny stereo beside his bed

he steps back, stares, flicks his eyes between his face in the mirror and the angled poster beside it, and is pleased he was able to pull off siouxsies look so well

he grabs his jacket -black as night, like the rest of his wardrobe- and slides it on, flipping his teased curly hair out from under the collar

his earring dangles

then, he's off, down the four flights of stairs to meet his friends on the cracked sidewalk, where theyll trek the few blocks to arnes theatre

the fly is playing

and maybe just maybe tonight will be the night cas actually talks to the cute guy who runs concessions, dean

[rivers-oc]

Goth!Cas and Cowboy!Dean for your viewing pleasure.

[rivers-oc]

I purpose: spn, everything is the same but Cas is goth and Sam is punk

[anonymousantonym]

I’ve just written about 1000 words of what equates to gratuitous porn in my world. Essentially just a description of sexy punk!-/goth!cas.