#katie creates

[matchacatmetal]

[november5th]

I was inspired by this hilarious Reddit comment to write a short Destiel ficlet—

With his head lying on Dean’s chest, Cas can feel his husband’s breathing deepen as he starts to doze off. So Cas sends him off to bed with a promise of being right behind him. It only takes a few minutes to rinse off their plates from dinner and add them to the dishwasher, but Dean’s completely asleep as Castiel enters their bedroom. Cas smiles fondly, he never gets tired of seeing him comfortable and relaxed, a far cry from the tense and anxious sleep he used to witness in hotel rooms scattered across the country.

Cas sits on the end of the bed to remove his socks, causing Dean to stir and grumble out something unintelligible. In moments like these, Cas is grateful that life has calmed down enough that Dean’s “angry” sleeper status has downgraded to merely a “grumpy” sleeper. There’s more complaints, but less guns, so it’s a fair trade. Cas changes into a clean t-shirt and pulls on a pair of Dean’s pajama pants before pulling back the covers on his side of the bed and sitting down. The mattress dips under his weight and he hears Dean mumble something. “Hmm??” he asks distractedly, pulling out his crosswords book from the nightstand.

“No, thank you.” Dean repeats. Cas’ eyes narrow in confusion, but a quick glance at Dean makes it clear that he’s talking in sleep, so he turns back to find his pencil. Suddenly he feels one of Dean’s hands find his hip and begin to push him away. “That’s my husband’s spot.”

Cas smiles, “Dean, I am your husband.” he laughs out as he reaches down to grab Dean’s hand and stop the ineffective attempts to push him away. Dean jerks his hand away and exclaims, “Excuse me! I’m married.”

Laughing in earnest now, Cas shifts and begins to lie down next to Dean to soothe him, but Dean reaches out again and pushes Cas’ shoulder. “I’m spoken for, pal”

“Dean!” Cas exclaims with a laugh, losing his balance. He reaches back to steady himself using the nightstand, and almost knocks the bedside lamp onto the floor, barely saving it as he jumps out of bed.

Cas rights the lamp just as Dean lifts his head and looks around blearily. Seeing Cas, he says “C’mere buddy, I saved you a spot.” and sleepily pats the bed next to him.

“Thank you, babe.” Cas says as he lies down next to Dean, “You’re a little aggressive in your faithfulness, but it’s very much appreciated.” Smiling, he places a hand on Dean’s cheek and kisses him, marveling at how lucky he feels to be loved by the man he once thought he couldn’t have. His crosswords forgotten, he snuggles in close and settles in to get some rest.

[firstdegreefangirl]

no, none of that at all (x)

[inkandmoonbeams]

☀️ eugene + sunshine for @kingreywrites! 

I don’t know if this is as obviously sun/Eugene themed as I wanted it to be...but I tried to make it feel warm and optimistic, and it was a lot of fun to make!  💜 Thanks so much for sending me the idea! 

[icarusmoons]

Eugene Appreciation Week: Found Family

“I'll spare you the sob story of poor orphan Eugene Fitzherbert. It’s a little bit of a...it’s a little bit of a downer.”

[november5th]

4 year old Jack’s true form

[november5th]

Here’s a random Destiel Drabble inspired by the thought of kid!Jack turning five. A little glimpse into their silly lives-

Cas is wiping down the kitchen table when Dean comes home with the last minute party supplies; a large bag of ice and a dozen hot pink helium balloons. Spying the remnants of finger paint that Cas hasn’t yet gotten to, Dean asks “Did he make some more decorations?”

“Yes, turns out we forgot to hang a poster in the guest bathroom.” Cas answers, with a smile on his face. In the last week leading up to his fifth birthday, Jack has made signs, labels, posters and banners for just about every surface in the house.

“Crap, I guess we can kiss our party planning careers goodbye then. What were we thinking?” Dean says dramatically, gently letting the balloons rest against the ceiling and setting the ice down in the sink. Then he makes his way towards his husband for a kiss. Cas leans against him but then pulls back with a frown when he feels Dean’s hands start to slide under the hem of his shirt.

“Dean.”

Dean raises his eyebrows as a question, pretending he had no ulterior motive. Cas continues, “If you even think about touching me with those ice cold hands, you’re going to regret it.”

“Oh, so you’ll use me as your own personal Kristoff but then won’t even help me warm my frostbitten fingers up?”

“A professional like Kristoff would have used the proper tools.”

“I thought you liked my tools?” Dean replied, leaning in for a slower kiss this time.

Resting his forehead against Dean’s, Cas replies, “You know I love you and your tools. Now, focus! Because we have a ridiculous amount people showing up in about two hours and we still have things to get ready.”

“Okay, fine!” Dean say, holding his slightly less cold hands up in defeat. “I’ll go get the cooler from the garage so I can get the drinks on ice.”

Dean is gone for a about thirty seconds when Cas hears him step back into the kitchen. “Umm, Cas? When did we get a cat?”

“Well, actually, that’s Jack.”

“Ok. When did Jack get a cat?”

“No, that is Jack. He, uh… he sort of discovered a new skill while you were out.”

Dean opened his mouth to ask one of the many questions on the tip of his tongue but changed his mind and closed it again. Resigning himself to his fate, he turned and walked towards the garage, muttering something about “Why did I have to pick angels?” But, of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[november5th]

(a muddy scrap of paper, ground up under the heel of an angry boot)

I made a physical copy of @whatladybird’s amazing poem that I think about daily