#witch cas

[golby-moon]

been cooking up this bad boy since this fic first dropped but I wanted to give the whole fic a little art, so I waited until the last chapter was posted to finish this up for surprise purposes :0

(also I'm aware there's already art for this fic but idk you said in the past that more art is never a bad thing so I'm going off of that, though my costume designs aren't nearly as creative as what the other artist came up with)

I really hope this banner is readable, I got kinda zesty with it esp with the title part but idk I had a vision of the dot of the 'i' going off like a shooting star because...idk something about wishing on a star ig though thinking about it now, that might not actually fit the fic all that well uh

still can't draw horses but Impala deserved a chance to shine. I started on this thingy way back when the fic first posted and decided partway through that this fic was gonna get another art piece of Dean and Cas doing something together. originally thought the fic was gonna have two chapters but it ended up with three which was ghenfhd. also fun fact but this was vaguely inspired by this other art piece I did for another one of @destielshipper4cas' fics because I'm like that and like adding in references to other stuff I've done

(also ignore my attempts at adding depth to this I can't draw trees/forests man)

naturally just had to tie the fic off with a magic destiel kiss. I realize only one leaf fell in the fic or at least only one noteworthy one fell but for the sake of making the scene more magical and stuff, it became a little leaf storm that was sorta inspired by yet another thing I did for a different fic—the first ever art piece I ever threw at this author's unsuspecting head forever ago. and ofc Cas has a leaf in his hair he deserves it okay I don't make the rules

the fic this is made for is called "The Wishkeeper's Path" by @destielshipper4cas

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

(fic is locked for people who aren't signed into AO3)

(12/24/24)

[starlightoffandoms]

It's only been like a million years but I have added a chapter to the witch!Cas and familiar!Dean story that I started for Suptober. You can read it here on ao3.

[foxymoley]

I was inspired (or should I say influenced?) by this @sharkfish fic

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

I was going for a quicker, looser style and, ironically, ended up spending more time on this than normal! 🤦🏻 Anyway, loved the visual of witchy Cas multitasking with his tentacles.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

au where they're teenaged or barely eighteen and cas is a witch and dean is, well...dean. and he has a not-so-subtle crush on the messy-haired cute guy with blue eyes and a silent but awesome sense of humor, and he shows it the only way he knows how, via pickup lines and way too many compliments and pretty lame flirting, but cas gets flustered each time, and one time he's blushing so hard that his magic mistakes the overwhelm for fear and the next words he says to dean, whatever they are, turn out to be infused with magic. and with a decent sized crush on dean himself, it's now up to cas to de-spell dean, without him knowing that cas is a witch, or that he's under a spell, of course.

[noxsoulmate]

Sacred Bonds

by noxsoulmate

A Destiel soulmate story with witches and familiars

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26758498

Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: mature

Summary: Every witch has a familiar – their closest companion, their soulmate. In some cases their lover. A witch without a familiar is incomplete and won’t ever reach their true potential. No wonder a big part of a young witch's college education is dedicated to finding that one person who completes them. With so much energy put in, matches are usually made within the first six months.

But Castiel has always been an exception. To everything.

Clumsy and prone to accidental fires, not only has Cas hardly any control over his powers after two years at college, he hasn’t found the one to ground him. With year three about to start, Cas isn’t looking forward to repeating the embarrassment that comes with ‘speed dating’ potential familiars.

Especially not when he comes back from his soul-searching retreat to the latest rumors: normally, those of the most potent blood – the children of soulmate-bonds – stay amongst themselves, too powerful to connect with a regular witch or familiar. But apparently, the eldest son of the long line of Winchester soulmates – Dean Winchester himself – was joining them this year...

Fourth fic for the wonderful @ficfacers​$ auction 🥰

@spnaubingo square filled: I1 ~ College AU

[deanlightful]

it’s only magic

ft. witch Castiel & sex magic!

It’s totally platonic... or is it?

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A gasp. A moan. Completion. 

The spell is sealed. 

Castiel takes a moment to collect himself before rolling quickly off of the bed. He wipes himself clean with a tissue and then tosses the box of them onto the bed. 

Dean turns his head to look at them, blinking dazedly. He hasn’t moved yet, still laying there with spunk all over his stomach. He swallows. 

“Are you alright?” Castiel asks. He has already pulled on his pants and is searching the floor for his shirt. “Do you need something to drink?”

Dean blinks. Slowly, he reaches out to take a tissue and begin his own cleanup. “No. No, i’m... i’m fine.” 

“Peanuts? I have a bowl in the living room.” 

Dean sits up to make sure he’s got everything. He’s not as cheerful as he usually is after sex. Castiel hears him sigh. 

“Nah, i’m not really hungry.”

Charm bags are tied to the headboard, and Castiel retrieves them quickly to make sure the spell has stuck to each one. He sets them out on the bed, but keeps one eye on Dean as the man finally begins to dress. He’s very happy with how they’ve turned out. They’ve been much stronger since he’s started using sex magic. 

“You seem lethargic, today. You’re not ill, are you?”

“Ah, no. I just- you know-” Dean rubs a hand over his face.

Castiel straightens up. From Dean, this is worrying behavior. Well, he thinks so, anyway. They’ve only been doing this regularly for a couple months now. It’s just that Dean is usually in better spirits when they’ve finished. 

“What?”

Dean doesn’t look at him. He pulls on his shirt and looks up at the ceiling. He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Life, I guess.”

“Is it finances? Because now that my charm bags are taking off I can afford to pay you more.” He goes to his bedside table and takes a wad of money from the drawer. He expects excitement, but when Dean takes the money he still won’t meet Castiel’s gaze. 

“No, uh... no.” 

Now Castiel is genuinely worried. He’s never seen Dean so subdued. A spark of panic has lodged itself in his chest and refuses to be moved. 

“Dean, if you need to talk-”

“No, um. Actually I should go.” Dean chews on his bottom lip. He’s still looking off to the side. His cheeks are flushed. 

“Do you want to take some cookies? I made them this morning.” 

Dean is backing away, though. Already he’s out of the bedroom doorway. “No thanks. I gotta go.”

Castiel follows, but Dean is at his front door. “I’ll talk to you later.” Castiel calls out. The door shuts behind Dean. 

Castiel stands in the middle of the living room for a long time, long enough that, if observed by some outside source, one might wonder if he hand managed to freeze time. 

It’s just- this is not how Castiel’s encounters with Dean usually go. Usually Dean likes to eat afterwards. Sometimes Castiel cooks, sometimes they go out. They talk. Castiel would even say that they’ve been becoming friends. 

He likes having Dean around. Not just for the sex and the resultant energy that he uses in his spells, he enjoys having Dean around. He remembers his hesitancy to put the ad for a sexual partner in the local witchcraft newsletter, and the subsequent flood of creepy emails he’d gotten after. And then there was Dean, who was not a witch but apparently friends with some. 

Sweet, that had been Castiel’s first impression. Charmingly self-deprecating, especially given how aesthetically pleasing he is. Of course, it would have all been for naught if they hadn’t been compatible. To Castiel’s happy surprise, they’ve been very compatible. 

But now, this. This... sudden coldness. Dean has never left so fast. He always stays. They always talk. So what has changed?

Castiel makes his way back to his small kitchen. The tray of cookies that he may or may not have baked specifically for Dean sits untouched on the counter. Castiel picks one up, but doesn’t eat it. He stews. 

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[tobythewise]

Destiel, witch/familiar AU? Dean's the familiar!! For @doggolovingace

This cannot be happening right now, Dean thinks to himself as the police officer grabs him around the collar. How the hell did he get himself into this mess?

His nose rises and Dean’s suddenly hit with an all consuming scent. One that means his witch is nearby. Fuck. And right now he can’t even chase the scent down because he’s too busy being manhandled in his familiar form.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice calls out, stopping the police officer. When Dean looks up, his eyes are met with deep blue ones staring down at him. Dean’s belly fills with butterflies and joy because this is it, this is him, his witch. Excitement floods his senses as he watches the man explain how this ‘German sheperd’ is his pet.

The man pulls him around a corner. Away from prying eyes, Dean shifts. “Thanks for, ya know.” Dean gestures.

“Easier than paying to get you out of the pound,” the man says before smiling. “I’m Cas.”

When their hands meet, Dean feels a connection snap into place and he smiles. “Nice to meet you, Cas. I’m Dean, your familiar.”

[dean-cas-in-the-impala]

Wow, I didn’t realize till now how much I have missed working on this fic.

I’m sorry my child, I love you.

And yes, I’m in love with this art thanks to amazing @dixseptdixhuit​

Reminder:

Chapter 12 coming up this Saturday!!!