#hipster!cas

[deancasfanficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake/Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury/Gilda Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Balthazar (Supernatural), Max Banes, Alicia Banes, John Winchester, Naomi (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Bartholomew (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Sarah Blake (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Gilda (Supernatural) Additional Tags: artist!Cas, Police Officer Dean Winchester, hipster!cas, Alternate Universe, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Fluff, all the fluff is here, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Soft!Dean, SWEET BOYS, Found Family, Mentions of alcohol, they drink a lot of coffee, gratuitous weed use, Netflix and Chill, A love letter to San Francisco, Cas drives a motorcycle, Boys Kissing, Genderbending, ensemble chapters, past trauma, past controlling relationship, Homophobia, conversion camps, Healing, Massages, vacationing together, so many blow jobs, Rimming, face fucking, good old fashioned s-e-x, Top!Cas, bottom!Dean, team switch, top!dean, Bottom!Cas, these two are hot, dcbb2018, DeanCas Big Bang 2018, Destiel - Freeform, destiel mixtape, Dean's POV Summary:

After a nasty breakup, moving thousands of miles away from nothing but problems doesn’t seem crazy to Dean Winchester. Especially not when it means he gets to be closer to his little brother Sam, in his third year at Stanford.

Dean’s out and proud and finally in a city that allows the life he needs. What he wants though, he finds when he meets a hipster artist named Cas and all the colors he comes with.

Their broken roads merge during a coffee shop meet cute, and there's no such thing as holding on too tight if neither is willing to pull apart.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@trenchcoatsandfreckles, found it! This is @lemonsorbae's completely gorgeous, angsty Punk!Dean and Hipster!Cas masterpiece, 'SCARS'.

It's gritty, sad, hilarious, hot af and utterly heart-warming all at once. I read it last year and immediately saved it in my bookmarks as I ABSO-FRICKIN-LUTELY LOVED IT...

Every DESTIEL fan who enjoys a bit of Punk!Dean AU should GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW.

Seriously.

[diminuel]

Castiel

Companion piece to Hipster Dean! ♥

[deustiel]

sometimes i forget how much you never really escape destiel

and then i remember ‘i love you more than sweaters’ and it’s like yup. dead for life

[auroradean]

i love the idea of the boys getting a case in which they have to super ‘dress down’ to mesh with the young folk and acquire info.

so they hit up the local thrift store and who would have thunk it, cas thrives. he flits from one rack to the other, throwing cardigan after cardigan over his arm.

he finds this tacky pair of corduroy pants that somehow look amazing on him and an old black brimmed hat that dean would have scoffed at had it been on anyone else but the way cas tips it back, revealing some stray curls, it sort of ends up knocking the breath straight out of him.

they wind up leaving with way more than is necessary and nobody questions it when cas starts lounging around the bunker or going out for errands in his Finwood Ghost Case Clothes.

they dont even question it when new articles start appearing in the mix- a baggy sweater with worn brown leather patches sewn onto the elbows, a pair of jeans best suited on the west coast, a faded tshirt featuring a giant smiling pineapple.

and then the next time they head out, cas of course having packed his trusty suit, instead of bringing his trench coat, he shrugs on a deep navy parka that dean would be willing to bet money on was vintage

cas may or may not catch dean smiling at him, that shy little private smile of his, and cas may or may not milk it for all its worth

fast forward a decent hunk of time to dean meandering into the kitchen en route of coffee one morning, all while sporting the happy pineapple top and boxers.. bed head and all

and of course once again, no one even questions it

[auroradean]

grungy hipster!cas in an oversized sweater and a lopsided ponytail/bun, pushing his glasses up as he looks down at the tattered book in his hands while he waits for the bus, a serene smile on his face can i get a yehaw

[antivancoffeelover]

college hipsters team free will

cat hoodie // pleather accent hoodie // life is beautiful hoodie owl watercolor // lion watercolor // floral deer watercolor

if you could please click a link i’d greatly appreciate it!

[demondeanismybaby]

PSL

Castiel adjusted his glasses, they were too big for his face because he had bought the frames at some vintage place. He never bothered to adjust them or anything just left the slightly off balanced look and was constantly seen pushing them up. The prescription in them was weak just reading glasses but he like how the dark purple color made his skin seem paler and his eyes seem bluer. It wasn’t just his glasses that were vintage either everything he was currently wearing he had gotten used from somewhere, his oversized sweater made him look thin and almost sickly in comparison with his skinny jeans and dirty doc martens. He tugged at the cuff of his sweater and watched as it warped slightly. His breath fogged out in front of him, there was an early fall crispness to the air. The leaves crunched under his boots as he walked down the street eyes trained downward shoulders hunched and feet dragging between leafy crunches, giving him a look which said that he was pondering all about how the world was cruel and inscrutable. A nudge on his shoulder woke him from the rouse he was playing at his face lightened at the pair of grassy green eyes staring at him. “No need to look so down Cas, it isn’t the end of the world.” When Dean Winchester smiled it made him feel like the sun was shining, like everything was alive and bright and that his act just wasn’t that important, the only thing that mattered was making sure it happened as often as possible and preferably around him. “I am fine Dean,” his voice was rough and he was only going to make it rougher as he grabbed a clove cigarette out of his messenger bag savoring the sweetness on his chapped lips before lighting it and taking a deep inhale. “God Cas that’s disgusting at least if you are going to smoke make it something manly like Marlboros,” Dean hated the fact that he smoked but at least now wasn’t going to be a serious fight about it since Dean felt the joke about his manhood had chided him enough and was chuckling to himself. A hand snaked itself into his and he could feel the warmth and strength from the fingers that were now intertwined with his. He could feel the leather jacket that was so Dean brushing gently against his wrist and making him feel more at home and safe just walking on his street then he ever did when he was alone, it made him sick with want for more. More skin, more touch, he wanted to grab him and feel their lips pressed together and feel the sweep of Dean’s tongue against his, but Dean hated too public of displays so he just leaned into that feeling of need inside of him and kept walking. If they were slightly closer to each other’s sides now it was just coincidence. After about ten more minutes of walking side by side in relative silence they reached their destination. A local coffee shop, some no name place that was always packed despite the fact that their city had more coffee places than Seattle. Dean order his coffee black, no frills, which described his personality perfectly special due to its purity. Castiel ordered a pumpkin spice latte all of the flavors of the autumn season which he loved. “How can you drink that sugary crap,” Dean whined watching as Cas sipped his latte and licked the residual foam off his upper lip. “It is delicious,” he responded tracing his finger along the side of his mug savoring the warmth it left imprinted on his skin. A common place ritual was taking place between them, the type of thing an outsider might not ever understand but which he loved. Dean giving him a hard time about their perceived differences when in all reality Cas knew that Dean would never want to change a thing about him. They fit perfectly together because they complimented each other so well. Cas face lit into another rare smile again at the thought. “What are you so smiley about today?” “Nothing,” Cas said looking into the perfect face sitting across from him, it wasn’t just his emerald green eyes or the smattering of freckles that dusted across his nose and cheeks it was the way it was all complied together and what was underneath all of that inside of the person he loved that made him feel he was staring at a piece of art rather than a normal human being.