#muted-winchester

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

My Gabriel isn't my main blog. So it's @archangel-f-gabriel

OH HELLO ITS YOU! I think we've talked before :0 I also accept crossovers 👀

[beforewewerehopeless]

@muted-winchester

                  ❛ Well, I can say with pretty strong confidence                      that I’ve never seen anything like that before.                                                              That was fucked.❜

[jossujb]

I just wanted to say I love seeing your art of Gabriel with the small golden cross. It's such a small detail but it makes your works so unique. Kthnxbai.

What a small thing to notice, but I am somehow really happy that you did, thank you. Tells me that you really looked at it.

[heartbeat-of-earth]

Aesthetics

I felt like today was an aesthetic day so I made aesthetics for peeps I'm doing threads with.

@muted-winchester

@castiel-former-angel-of-the-lord

@murdcrpup

@queen-rowena-macleod

[gooferdusted]

Hey, I'm painting a Sastiel piece. Do you want to be tagged when I post it?

AAA YES PLS

[the-red-headed-witch]

Rowena didn't care about Dean Winchester. Not particularly. She didn't care that he had been missing for three weeks, nor did she care why. But she felt a disturbing obligation to help the Winchesters and their angel, perhaps because of the number of times they saved her life. Regardless of the reason, she spent the last week and a half searching through spellbooks for ways to extract the archangel from the elder brother. When she finally found a promising bit of spellwork, Rowena made her way to Hell to bribe a few demons into finding the difficult ingredients for her. As the closest remaining link to Crowley, the demons respected--or perhaps feared--the redhead and typically bowed to her every request. However, when the woman walked into the doors to the throne room in Hell, stilettos clicking on the concrete, the sight awaiting her made her freeze in shock. Sam Winchester? Sitting on the throne? Perhaps... perhaps he had been possessed. Rowena stared at the tall man intently before finally taking a few steps closer. “Well, well, well... Moose, what are you doing here? Got a demon taking the reigns?” 

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[golden-nougat-boy]

Jack had just finished up with a hunt— the first all on his own— and flew straight back home to catch his breath. With the argument between Jack and Castiel, the young Nephil opted to avoid the bunker as much as possible, so he hadn’t seen Sam in about a month. Though he would have liked their reunion to be in better circumstances, he underestimated the size of the vamp nest and arrived at the bunker covered in bloody scratches and gashes littering his body, his grace unable to heal them after dealing with a dozen vampires. “Sam! Sam, are you home?” He called out as loud as possible through his grimaces, clutching a small gash just above his hip.

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