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A very dumb comic based on a belated meme, tweet by @assortedpuzlpcs and hilarious conversation with @malmuses. ‘Nuff said.
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BONUS:
Wing kink ficlet
@serricoj stay tuned - I’m still working on the full (E-rated) prompt featuring amnesiac beekeeper Cas and more wing kink!
Cas flushes. “I haven’t been able to reach my whole wingspan on my own. Hannah offered-” he breaks off, his gaze skittering around to settle just over Dean’s left shoulder. “But I don’t know her, not really, so I was uncomfortable accepting.”
Dean takes a step back. “I mean, you don’t need to do it. I’ll have to touch a couple feathers to get these on you, if you’re okay with that.”
Cas swallows. “No, you’re right. My wings are a mess.”
Dean’s fingers practically tingle with the urge to reach out and touch, but he shoves his free hand deep into his pocket instead.
“Can you help me?”
Dean quietly dies inside.
Cas’s wings flutter in anticipation, and Dean is so, so weak.
“Yeah,” Dean says gruffly as he drops the wing cover and approaches Cas’s back. “You sure, man? I - I’ve never done this before.”
Cas turns his head. “Never?”
Dean clenches his hands into fists. Don’t touch. Not until Cas says so. Dean can keep his goddamn hands to himself. Cas deserves that much.
“Do you want me to walk you through it?” Cas asks softly.
“Ah,” Dean hesitates, a hundred and one wingkink porn vidoes flashing through his head like popup ads. “No,” he coughs, “I know the mechanics.”
Here is mi contribution to Suptoberart 2020!
Day 1: ON THE ROAD AGAIN
Thanks to @winchester-reload for hosting this wonderful challenge this year! ❤️
Have some POWERFUL CASTIEL BACK ON THE ROAD!
Because I want to see my angel this way! And wingsssssss! That was a bonus 😉
Traditional Drawing. Ink Pen. Color Pencils. Click on the image for a better resolution.
Far above the trees, where the clouds touch the sky and that blue-white openness is all the eye can see, Castiel flies. He is to the sky what a dolphin is to the waves; beautiful, elegant, powerful. This is his home, and he owns it with grace, great black wings flexing to catch every current and updraft. The wind blows against his hair, his feathers, and he laughs joyfully.
Dean stands on the ground, his feet forever shackled to the earth. With one hand lifted to shade his eyes from the brightness of the sun, he watches, and he longs.
A winged angel. (◕‿◕✿)
would you please do disabled cas feeling like deans too good for him, and dean reassuring him? thanks:))))
(Anon, I have no idea if this is what you wanted, but this is the first thing that popped in my head and i rolled with it. )
Dean knew Cas was different from the first day they met. Dean was four and sitting under a large oak tree playing legos when a young Cas crashed down on him from above, proclaiming he was his guardian angel. But Cas wasn’t like other angels; unlike the others, who had expansive, full, white wings, Cas had smaller, spindly, black ones. His left wing hung limply to the side, twisted at an awkward angle, making him unable to fly. But Dean never minded.
Growing up, Dean and Cas ignored the whispers and open stares that others gave them as Cas walked by with his broken wing. They were content in their own world, climbing trees and pretending they were explorers on expeditions, stumbling down to their favorite creek almost every day in the summers. When they were young, they were content, oblivious to any perceived “wrongness” in Cas’s disability. In high school, their bulliers became more bold.
Whenever Dean’s back was turned, they would jeer at Cas’s wings, calling him a fake angel, an angel no good for protecting anybody. Instead of following Dean to his classes like he proudly did when they were smaller, Cas opted to stay outside in the school soccer field, huddled alone with a book or two, far from his best friend but watchful, until the bell rang and Dean was done.
Dean’s graduation day came around; Cas announced that he would no longer be Dean’s guardian angel, and had put in a request for a new one, a more competent one, to be assigned to Dean.
Dean asked, “Why, Cas?”
Tears glittering in his eyes, all of the inadequacies he felt through all the years of raised eyebrows at his tattered wings, the small whispers that he would never be able to protect Dean the way that he should, spilled over. “I’m not good enough,” he whispered.
Dean shook his head, fiercely pulling Cas into a strong hug. “No, Cas, you’re wrong.” His thumb brushed away the tears from Cas’s cheeks as he cradled his face in his hands. He pressed a gentle kiss to Cas’s chapped lips. “You’re good enough for me.”
Do you have more pictures of you in your Cas cosplay?
Which one? I have a few Cas cosplays. >_<
Castiel with wings
