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[castielsgal]

Hey lovelys ! My commissions are open 😺 if interested or have any questions message me ❤️

[splendidcas]

in sudden need of help for Nashcon. buy me a coffee or commission a personalized fic?

hi friends. 

so, as many of yall know, I got an Enochian Castiel tattoo the other week. 

and, well, because of that, my mom has decided to no longer go to Nashcon with me next April. she was going to help me pay for it. but now that she’s not going, I’m now on my own to pay for everything, including the gas money to get there (I’m from Atlanta), the hotel for two nights, the admission tickets, the photo ops, and the autographs. 

and I have no fucking money, you guys. I had -19 dollars in my account last month, if that gives you any idea. I have two jobs but because I’m in college, I can’t work as often as I’d like.

I know it doesn’t seem like a very big deal, but these cons give me something to look forward to. these cons mean so fucking much to me. anything helps, seriously. 

SO *cracks knuckles* lets get down to it.

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you can also donate any amount you’d like to my paypal: [email protected]

if you would like to pay me for a personalized drabble, imagine, or full length fic, CLICK THE READ MORE BUTTON FOR PRICES AND RULES.

if you can’t donate, don’t worry about it. but even just signal boosting helps!

THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS. anything helps, seriously.

*shang voice* LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS

PRICES

IMAGINES (up to 500 words): $3

DRABBLES (500-800 words): $5

ONESHOTS: a standard, 1k word fic is $7 and I’ll charge $1 more every 200 words. I’m sorry if that seems expensive, but fics take time and energy, especially for a college student. and I’m broke.

RULES

1) READER-INSERTS ONLY. no ships, sorry fam.

2) SPN CHARACTERS ONLY. but I will write any spn character you’d like!

3) smut, fluff, and angst are all welcome!

4) I WILL PERSONALIZE YOUR FIC FOR YOU IF YOU WANT. just tell me your name, what you want the story to be about, and you got it.

5) please send me the money before I write the fic. I promise you will get the fic the same week that you request it. I just really don’t want to waste my time writing something and then someone end up not paying me for it. you feel?

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thank you all.

[nightmares06]

COM - A Brothers Forgotten Special

Commission for theskylarksings on deviantart!

This one is a request to involve the Brothers Forgotten pair (from the 2017 contest) in the Lounge shenanigans! This is a strictly non canon adventure, short drabble sized. Enjoy!

Word Count: 433

Warnings: None

Commissions are open!

This time, the door didn’t come into being in its regular spot.

The room shifted, barely noticed by the many different patrons of the ever-growing Lounge. And now, it was literally growing.

When the shift finished, there was another door, this one placed further from the bar than the others, and off a sheer cliff that the nearby Dean shied away from on his way for a refill.

The door opened, and in strolled the next patron.

Dean ground to a halt, his eyes going wide.

Not for over a decade had he seen a chair his size.

Sam was in his hand, much like the many other Sams of the bar. The main difference between this Sam and the others… he was human sized.

And Dean was a giant.

“You have got to be shitting me!” came one of the voices from the tiny bar placed at around Dean’s chest height.

One of the multiple Dean’s at the bar (the original, the one that came first to the room to meet his teenage self), was standing a few feet back from the edge, his hands on his hips and a supremely annoyed look on his face.

The new entrants to the bar snapped their heads to the side in time when another voice, a much fainter voice cut through the air. The source was a barely visible speck on one of the tables.

“See how you like it, asshat!”

Dean tentatively came forward, holding his hand level with the floor so Sam could step down. He could barely believe his eyes. There was a nearly microscopic version of himself standing there, and Sam spotted a small version of himself nearby.

The regular Dean scowled. “Watch it, shortstop!” he called threateningly to the smallest Dean there. “Or it’ll be time for a pool rematch!”

Over by the arcade, the teenager’s eyes were wide, holding Sam close. “Maybe we should sit this one out,” he said faintly, unable to tear his eyes away from a giant older counterpart. The regular sized one was a handful enough.

Sam patted his thumb. “But we gotta check them out!” he insisted. “I’m normal sized over there!”

And of course there was no way for Dean to say no to his little brother when he got that yearning in his eyes. He swallowed nervously before wandering away from their safe corner, keeping a distance from the edge.

The bartender waved the new pair on. “Drinks on the house boys! We’ve got all sizes here!”

[castielsgal]

finished cosplay Destiel commission for  @the-fresh-fanboi

last pic inspiration from Commissioner   @wheelawaycosplay

[castielsgal]

Emo Destiel

Commission

[castielsgal]

Super Castiel & Bat Dean! Commissions! Comic(ish) style!

[nightmares06]

COM: The Dragon Sleeps Tonight

Commission for @wolfie180g!

This story was requested to be 1200 words, with the BA bros running into dragon Dean with shenanigans ensuing!

The Brothers Apart Sam and Dean are @nightmares06‘s, dragon Dean belongs to @wolfie180g, and the original Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW/Erick Kripke!

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: None

Commissions are open!

The peaceful night air rippled with a breeze, bringing with it the faint hoots of an owl. In the distance, a wolf howled as the pack closed in on an injured buck, looking for a way to feed the newborn pups. Leaves wafted in the air, then the breeze changed direction as a huge breath was sucked in.

Dean slept in the forest, his tail twitching in his sleep. The large dragon, over 50 feet of muscle, claws and horns, lay curled in a clearing, one just large enough to keep him hidden from distant viewers. Perhaps if a helicopter was to fly overhead they might spot the tan and freckled form, but the trees were tall and large with full branches to keep him camouflaged.

In his sleep, something pulled at Dean. A lack of a certain scent in the air.

The dragon’s nostrils twitched, searching for the scent of his mate. Dane lay asleep in his mind, leaving Dean alone as he blinked open large green eyes in search of Castiel.

‘Cas?’ he chirped sleepily, having grown used to the small human understanding him when he talked.

A dark figure at the edge of the clearing froze as the dragon lifted up his large head, eyes hardening as he caught the burning tang of silver in the air.

Dean’s lip curled, his tongue briefly flicking out in a draconic reaction. He was adjusting to the darkness of the night, features of this stranger slowly coming into view.

Dark, dirty blond hair. A leather jacket that smelled of gunpowder and aftershave, glowing like a beacon in the scents of the forest. Worn jeans and a silver knife clutched in a hand. The man stood his ground as the dragon looked him over, both assessing the new threat.

Something twisted in Dean’s chest, and he let out a rumbling grown. ‘Sam?’ he called out, his head moving to the side to look for his companions campsite and fire.

While he was distracted, this new man struck. Lunging forward, he went for one of Dean’s claws, the knife burning into the dragon’s hide before he could twitch it away.

Dean roared in pain. Distantly, the sound of wolves cut out. Branches rustled at the nearby birds flew off. The animals knew to keep their distance when a Drauglin, protector of the forest, was injured.

The temptation to bite down and end the threat there and then nearly came upon Dean, but he held himself back, hauling to his feet and yanking his claw back to free it from the knife.

The man cussed as he was dragged along for a few feet, then fell to his knees as Dean freed himself.

Before he could recover, Dean thrust his head forward. He snapped at the air, making the man fall backwards in an attempt to dodge the implied threat, not knowing Dean had no interest in making a meal of him.

That was when Dean caught the scent of a second human, just faintly there under the thick, cloying smell of this man, this hunter.

‘Sam?’ he called out hopefully, searching for his brother.

The second he moved farther away from the stranger, the fainter the smell grew, until it was gone. He swung his head back towards the stranger. It grew more powerful again.

This man had messed with his brother!

Dean’s eyes dilated, and he hissed. ‘What did you do to Sam?’ he chirp-growled. ‘Did you touch Cas?!’

The man’s own eyes were wide, glancing between Dean and his two large clawed hands on either side of him. Like a cornered animal.

His silhouette still nagged at Dean, like he should recognize it, but he was far more concerned with the faint voice he could hear, calling out.

“Dean, keep back!”

The Drauglin instantly backed off, looking around for Sam. ‘Sammy?’ he called out hopefully. ‘Who is this asshat? Where’s Cas?’

There was no reaction to his call, and the small voice continued on, just barely picked up by Dean’s ears.

“Dean, I think it’s trying to talk. Those chirps…”

The human growled in annoyance. “Seriously, Sam? You think a dragon wants to talk to us.”

“If it wanted to attack, do you think we’d still be standing here?”

In horror, Dean looked down at the man, really looked at him.

A spike of messy hair. A familiar duffel bag on his shoulders. A younger face than Dean had seen in the mirror, years before he was turned into a Drauglin by Cricket.

‘Dean?’ he chirped, his own name coming out mangled in the dragon’s tongue.

The human didn’t react, and Dean changed tactics, signing out the letters for his own name.

“See? That’s sign language! It’s gotta be!”

The voice that Dean just knew was his little brother’s continued, and as he signed out SAM, he inched forward, sniffing at the younger Dean. That smell of Sam was stronger, and the dragon drew close, younger Dean stepping nervously back, Dean happened to catch sight of something tiny moving on that young Dean’s shoulder.

‘Sammy?! ’ he squawk-chirped, jerking in surprise as he realized that there was a person on this man’s shoulder.

In his startled motion, Dean accidentally knocked into his younger self, sending him sprawling across Dean’s large snout. The man shouted, trying to scramble off as Dean raised up his head in surprise.

Leaving the two Dean’s, separated by ten years and a transformation into a dragon, staring at each other in slack-jawed amazement.

The only one who seemed to be unaffected by this, aside from clinging to the human Dean’s collar, was the absolutely tiny version of Sam on his shoulder.

“Dean, do you see that?” he called out excitedly. With them so close, the dragon version of Dean could actually see the fluff of brown hair and youthful face. It was Sam, just like the man trying to find a hold on his smooth snout that did not involve the edge of Dean’s mouth, only younger. His own Sam was worn by years of hunting and months of trying to get Dean back to himself. “Those eyes! That’s not a wild animal!”

Dean stifled the temptation to shake these two strange men from his nose, merely blinking at them in confusion and inhaling deeply, filling his mouth with the strangely familiar smell of himself and a Sam who barely seemed real. He shouldn’t exist.

Any more than a dragon should exist.

The suction against his legs made the human Dean try and scramble on better. “Yeah, well you’re not the one that he’s sniffing up for dinner!”

Dean was offended at the assumption he would eat them. For one thing, he’d never eat a human. For another, this Dean overestimated the meat on his bone. Dean lowered his head to the ground, tilting it until human Dean could slide off, stumbling a few steps away. His silver knife was slack in his grip, and the dragon used his snout to steady the stranger, keeping an eye on the tiny young Sam sitting on his shoulder.

He had so many questions, but neither of them had reacted to their names being spelled. He needed his Sam.

[nightmares06]

COM: The Dragon Sleeps Tonight (Part 2)

( First part )

Commission for @wolfie180g!

A second part to The Dragon Sleeps Tonight was requested, for the same 1200 words and bringing in dragon Dean’s Sam along with Castiel, shenanigans ensue.

For being a great customer twice now, I tossed in a few more words, bringing this chapter up to 1600, and tried to finish the story, but wow is it hard to write an entire story in 2.4k words. I lack this skill.

The Brothers Apart Sam and Dean are @nightmares06‘s, dragon Dean belongs to @wolfie180g, and the original Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW/Erick Kripke!

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: None

Commissions are open!

“How the hell do you misplace a fifty-foot dragon?! ”

Stalking angrily through the woods, trying to not think about them being lost, it wasn’t until Sam heard a gravelly “Sam…” from behind that he realized he’d spoken his thoughts out loud.

Whirling around, a keen blue-eyed gaze met his frustrated hazels. “Dean will be fine,” Cas said steadily. “He can handle himself alone for an hour. If there was anyone suspicious in the forest, Bobby and Balth would call us.”

Sam took a deep breath. Exhaled. “Dream team, those two,” he muttered, but couldn’t hide a slight smirk. “I just… hate leaving him alone so long.”

“He won’t even know we were gone,” Cas assured, resuming his walk and pushing past Sam to take the lead. “If anyone can handle himself, it’s the full-grown dragon.”

Sam huffed, shifting the bags full of meat in his arms and following behind.

“Besides,” Cas continued, “we’ll all feel better when Dean’s been fed without alerting everyone in the forest that there’s a hungry dragon about.”

A large growl crackled through the air and for a second time in as many minutes, Sam found himself clinging to Dean’s collar in an attempt to keep his seat and not be spilled into the ground during a confrontation between a giant and a titan.

The older hunter jolted at the sound, falling into a crouch and at the ready in a clear ‘fight or flight’ response.

The dragon looked equally surprised by the sound, only instead of acting defensive, he looked at his stomach, then back at the Winchesters.

Maybe it was something about the expression on the dragon’s face. A face that was far larger than Sam’s older brother, titanic and only comprehensible because of the distance between them. An expression on that massive face that mirrored Dean on the rare occasion that Sam managed to embarrass him.

Or maybe it was the way Dean was as stiff as a board, a cat bristled and ready to bolt.

Sam burst out laughing.

Two matching sets of green eyes, one pair the size of Sam’s head and the other pair bigger than his entire body, both turned towards Dean’s shoulder, the tension in the air marginally reduced by confusion.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean growled, but Sam’s snickers didn’t stop.

“You… should see your… faces!” Sam gasped out between peals of laughter. “He sounds… just like you... when you're staring at pie!”

If Sam could have made out Dean’s expression, he would have seen offence painted over those gruff features. “You mean it’s hungry?!”

Sam slapped Dean’s neck before he could go for his gun in the hopes of calming him, and the dragon hop-skipped a step back with one leg in the air frantically cutting a negative, shaking his head at the same time to reinforce that fact. A few barked out chirps and several quick hand motions passed before he remembered they couldn’t understand sign language.

Leaning forward, the dragon took a claw and hastily scratched out a word in the bare ground he’d been laying in previously.

NO.

“No?” Dean repeated. “No, he’s not gonna eat us or no he’s not hungry?”

“Does it matter?” Sam asked in aggravation, the dragon nodding emphatically along with his light voice.

Rubbing the word out with a curled fist, the dragon swiftly replaced it with a second, then pointed a claw at Dean’s chest.

DEAN?

“How’d he…” Dean trailed off as the dragon immediately started scratching out a second word next to the first, then pointed at Dean’s shoulder.

SAMMY?

Dean could only nod, fascination replacing the wary fear in his expression as the dragon started working again at the ground. It circled Dean’s name, jabbing it with a claw, then pointed at itself.

“No, your name’s not Dean, that’s my name--"

Dean’s attempt to educate the dragon on the meaning of names was cut off by the echoing of a familiar voice calling “Dean?”

“What?!” Dean snapped, the dragon echoing him in a series of chirps as it looked to the edge of a clearing.

Two men, having arrived only seconds before, stood there in shock staring at the three in the clearing. One was wearing a flannel shirt a lot like the majority of Dean’s wardrobe, the other in a comfortable fitting trenchcoat, both with arms full of bags. Their eyes were widest when they saw Dean-- the human Dean-- staring back.

Then the taller of the two dropped the bags his arms were filled with, pre-packaged meat spilling out into the forest floor as he pulled a gun on them.

“Who the hell are you?!” he shouted as he advanced, his stance unwavering and his expression harsh.

Sam slapped his hands over his ears at the loud voice, not expecting it. Dean had his hands up, the silver knife loose in a fist. The dragon made that cutting motion again, much like when Dean thought it wanted to eat them, a series of chirps flowing from its mouth as it tried explaining things in its own language. Its wings rustled in agitation.

“Whoa! No one’s getting hurt here!” Dean said, also speaking louder than Sam was comfortable with as he tried to talk down the taller man. “We were just talking, that’s all!”

The man still standing at the edge of the clearing has his head cocked as though he was listening to a voice, then called out “Sam! Stop!”

The smaller Sam sitting on his older brother’s shoulder looked up, blinking as the guy called his name. Before he could respond, the tallest human there looked over his shoulder in response.

“He says he wasn’t hurting him,” the blue-eyed man said firmly. “Let’s hear them out.”

The dragon chirped, then pointed again at Dean’s shoulder, where Sam still cringed back from all the noise. A flow of nonsensical sounds proceeded, finished off with a tone of finality.

A tingle of new eyes on him burst across Sam’s neck, and he looked up to find everyone’s eyes on him except for his Dean (who continued to keep his hands in the air, unwilling to risk a fight with Sam so close and vulnerable).

“That’s not possible,” the tall man gasped at the same time as Dean exclaimed “You can understand him?!”

The tall man held up his hands, then made a show of disarming his gun and tucking it away. “Okay, let’s talk. Dean says you didn’t hurt him after you realized he was intelligent.”

Dean blinked. “What…?” He looked at the tall man, then frowned. “Sammy? ”

The dragon chirped an affirmative, then jabbed his thumb at himself.

“So that’s Dean!” Sam exclaimed excitedly from Dean’s shoulder, having recovered from the noise. The dragon nodded, adding several more chirps.

“And I’m Cas,” said the last man in the clearing, stepping forward next to Sam. “I assume this is what you both looked like a few years ago?”

The human-sized Sam frowned, looking at his tiny counterpart. “I was a little taller back then…” he said hesitantly. “But Dean is spot on.”

“Dude, you’re ancient,” Dean declared, and the dragon chuffed out a laugh, his jaw dropping in a draconic grin.

The older Sam glared. “It’s not my fault you’re barely out of diapers!” he snapped instinctively before reigning himself in. “Okay. Look. We clearly need to talk. Right? ” He looked at everyone for confirmation, his eyes pausing on his tiny counterpart longer than the others. “Let’s figure this out, because something clearly went wrong somewhere.”

He gestured to the ground near his draconic older brother, then pointed at that Dean warningly. “Not another word about my age, grandpa.”

Even the other Sam and Dean could hear the faked innocence in the next few chirps.

“Oh, he’s definitely you,” Sam sniggered into Dean’s ear, where no one else could hear him.

“And so you’ve been fighting together like this… for two years?” the older Sam repeated, gesturing at his tiny counterpart.

Sam nodded. It was getting easier to talk to himself after they both shared their stories. “It’s not as bad as you’d think,” he said confidently. “Though I have to say, I wasn’t ready for a dragon.”

“Drauglin,” Cas corrected, reinforced by a chirp from Dean. The dragon had snacked on the food brought to him by his mate and brother, calming the rumbling stomach. “Regular dragons are petty thieves. Drauglin are protectors of nature.”

“I know a few sprites you might want to meet,” Dean snickered, imagining Bowman’s reaction to the new trio. Or the association dragons had with fire.

“Right…” the older Sam said. “Look. Maybe we can help you out. If Dean can follow your trail, we should be able to figure out how you got here.”

“Trail?” Dean repeated in offence. “I’ll have you know I’m an expert tracker, I don’t leave a--"

The dragon chirped slyly, and Cas dutifully translated, “Your aftershave is so potent he can smell you from twenty feet away,” sending the smaller Sam into stitches of laughter.

“It’s so true!” Sam gasped out, rocking back against Dean’s neck.

Dean poked at him in annoyance, frowning. “It is not,” he complained at the dragon and Sam both.

“Either way,” the older Sam said in an attempt to keep them on track, unable to hide a smirk of his own. “Dean can backtrack your trail.”