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I capped off the trifecta with Sam today.
There will come a day that I pick up a pencil and don’t immediately draw the cast of supernatural, but today was not that day.
(Dean [2019] and Sam [2021] were done in pencil on paper, and Cas [2020] was done digitally with Procreate.)
go to pinterest and search your name + core and post six pictures you find! tag six people if you want ✨
@myrrrhis thanks for tagging me 🤍
i’m tagging @swampthingking @grieving4theliving @miseria-fortes-viros @lizpaige @silverpaintedstars @castrotophic
ah sick i love this!
tagging @gender-identity-crisis05 @destiel-wings @depressed-fanperson @catsconflictscopicsandchamomile @segernatural @dramaticmotionblur
thank you for the tag @castrotophic 💙 (also, we have the same sunset pic?? 🤩)
I love this so much pleasee:
no pressure tagging: @trenchcoatimpala @letmeblued @velvethopewrites @dirigibleplumbing @blanketforcas @leahseclipse
I wasn't tagged, but I like this game! Also, sorry for ruining your nice pastel colored palette with my darkness (I swear it was utterly unintentional!)
Whoever wants to play, please do (just like I did) it may help you find out something about yourself you didn't know.
Just for fun, I'm tagging @verobatto @deathcomeswithakiss @darkmisstressofunknown @whoopsitswhump @cptjh-arts @deanwasalwaysbi
Thank you @amemipiacitu for the tag.
This was so fun!
Tagging @spnsmile @aishitara @magnificent-winged-beast
thanks for the tag, @verobatto! 🥰 this was neat! i like my aesthetic according to the internet lol
tagging @winchester-reload @imbiowaresbitch @rollerskatinglizard @unanimous-anonymous @cloverhighfive @shipsawayandusuallygay
I don’t have anyone to tag so this leg dies with me, but this was fun 🥰 thanks @aishitara ♥️
i'm queuing this in july
happy y yo a ti day
actually insane
Endless Candela Obscura
the shawtys on the spn forum on sept 13th 2005 were cooking something
LET THEM COOK
this moment never fails to make me insane
do u ever get a comment on a fic thats just so sweet that ur like Maybe slaving over 24k of fanfiction was worth it for user SprinkleTrashcan2012 to leave a three paragraph comment
jack, walking into the bunker with a suspicious bag:
dean: what do you have?
jack: nothing
jack's bag: *meows*
jack: cocaine
lisa braeden’s neighbors are like “whatever happened to ben’s dad?” and she’s like what and they’re like “oh sorry, we didn’t mean to assume, was he not his father? the man who lived at your house for a year, who was really close with your son? do you still hear from him?” and she’s like what the fuck are you talking about and they’re like “you know, that guy who came with you to our barbecue last summer? look, the pictures are on the facebook event page” and she’s like “is that the guy who hit me with his fucking car?”
i cannot believe that since we started using the destiel meme as a breaking news alert there hasn’t been ONE destiel au fic where they’re co-anchors on the morning news.
cas confessed on accident while they’re on air and dean doesn’t know how to respond so he just reads the next thing on the teleprompter
“This isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever done,” Meg says. “But-“
“Yes, it is,” Castiel says into the bar, the comforting bar, the one he’s pressed his face into so he doesn’t have to see any other living human being. “It is the worst thing I’ve ever done.”
“Didn’t you go through a phase when you were a teenager of stabbing your siblings with forks?”
“This is worse.”
“Didn’t you accidentally burn down a church?”
“This is worse.”
“You didn’t let me finish my sentence.” Meg clears her throat. “This isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever done. But it is the funniest.”
Castiel groans inarticulately into the comforting, sturdy, mahogany bar.
“It’s not the funniest way you coulda done it. I’ve been thinking about it carefully and I think the funniest way you coulda done it is either if the Ken Doll had to lead into the Westminster Dog Show or another Three Mile Island. Sports, you know, it’s good, but it’s no Westminster Dog Show or another Three Mile Island.”
“You’re my most peculiar friend.”
“I’m not letting a guy who casually uses the word peculiar score points off me.”
Meg thwacks him on the arm. Castiel grunts and otherwise ignores her. She hits him again, harder. He grunts louder. She punches his arm, hard, and Castiel lifts his head. “Meg, I’m going to fucking smite you if you don’t stop-“
Meg gestures and Castiel looks up to see Dean standing there, hands in the pockets of his winter coat, Charlie at his elbow.
“Hi,” Dean says.
“Hi,” Castiel answers, thinking about dropping his face back onto the bar. “Hello, Charlie.”
“Hey, loser.” Charlie smiles sweetly at Meg. “Hi, Meg.”
“Hello, Red.”
Dean twitches. “Can we talk?”
“Who, little old me?” Meg asks, cocking her head.
“I don’t have the capacity to deal with you tonight, Bitch Barbie,” Dean snaps. “So can you just-“
“Let’s talk,” Castiel cuts in. “There’s an alley out behind the bar.”
“Okay. Cool.”
They file into the alley, Castiel shrugging into his coat on the way. Once they get out to the alley, Castiel leans against the brick, folding his arms. They stand there silently for a moment.
“See the news tonight?” Dean asks, faux jovially. Castiel shoots him a look. “Uh. Sorry.”
“We’re being memed to death on Twitter.”
“Yeah, Jody’s pretty stoked. She says it’s good publicity.”
“Good for Jody.”
Dean visibly struggles for a moment before bursting out with “Cas, why did you do that, man?”
“I didn’t plan it,” Castiel snaps. “It just kind of happened.”
“Why did it have to just kinda happen on air?”
“You just-“ Castiel purses his lips. “You laughed, and I-“
“I laughed? Big deal, I laugh on air all the time.”
“No, you-“ Castiel sighs. “I made that stupid little joke, the one where I pronounced the Beatles funny, and you laughed, and you meant it. It wasn’t an on camera laugh, it was a real laugh, and I watched the way your eyes crinkled and I watched the way you grinned and I just… forgot about the cameras, and I forgot about the crew, and I forgot about the audience, and I thought if you don’t tell him now you never will. So I did.” Dean looks away. “Listen, I’ll… I’ll talk to Jody. She can bump Charlie up, you two already have good chemistry, so-“
Dean gives him a baffled look. “The hell are you talking about?”
“I’m saying I can make this easy. We’ve been doing this for eleven years, I have some money saved up, so I can-“
“Hang on, hang on, hang on, you’re gonna quit your job because you-“ he twitches. “Because of what happened?”
“I-“
“Well, how’s that supposed to make me feel?”
Castiel throws his hands up. “I’m doing this because of how you feel!”
“You-“ Dean gestures. “You are the dumbest son of a bitch I have ever met.”
Castiel wonders if they would be memed more or less if he socked Dean in the jaw. “Good talk, Dean.” Castiel pushes himself up off the wall. “I’m going to go continue my bender, so-“
Dean steps forwards, takes Castiel’s face in his hands and kisses him, pushing him back against the wall. Castiel scrambles for a second before he firmly plants his hands on Dean’s hips. He’s thought about this extensively and there’s no bad way to grab onto Dean when kissing him but he’s always thought highly of his hips.
Dean pulls back, close enough that Castiel can see the stray snowflake catching his eyelashes.
“There’s stuff I wanna say,” Dean says.
“Okay,” Castiel answers, a little breathless.
“I wanna. I wanna tell you that I love you, and that, that I’ll burn a bridge down before I let you walk away from the studio, and I wanna say all this stuff about how I’ve loved you for years, and how you make me a better man, and all that kinda stuff, but mostly. Mostly I just wanna kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you all night, I’ve wanted to kiss you for eleven years, and I just- if I can tell you all that stuff later, can we just-“
Castiel winds a hand into Dean’s hair and drags him in.
(Jody sternly tells them the next morning, after the pic a passerby snapped makes its way to Twitter, that there is in fact better ways to get PR than Castiel giving Dean a hickey)
the Russians knew Big Destiel tried to have Putin whacked and came for AO3 to return the favor
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Evil post-canon fic where Cas possesses Dean, but his grace is too weak to demonstrate to others he's possessing Dean. And the possession somehow occurred without anyone else around, so Sam and Eileen are just convinced Dean's finally cracked and begun to speak to a Cas that no one else can see. Up to you if Dean's actually being possessed by Cas or if Cas is, indeed, just a hallucination brought about by impossible grief.
“You know,” Dean says, leaning against the wall. “This is the dumbest buddy comedy there’s ever been.”
I fail to see anything comedic about it.
“Yeah. I know.” Dean bounces a ball off the wall. “So it’s gonna take a while for you to get your strength back?”
Yes.
“You got a ballpark on that?”
No.
“Like, on a scale of one week to forever-“
I don’t know, Dean, Cas snaps.
“Don’t get pissy with me-“
I’m not pissy.
“You’re fuckin’ reeking of pissy, dude.”
They lapse into sullen silence. Dean keeps bouncing the ball.
I’m sorry, Cas finally mumbles.
“Sorry? The hell are you sorry for?”
For the way Sam and Eileen look at you. And don’t tell me it doesn’t bother you, because I know you’re lying.
Dean bounces the ball off the wall a little more viciously than before. Eventually, he catches it and just… holds it.
“Listen,” Dean finally says. “The way this works, you can tell when I’m telling the truth, right? You can tell if I’m bullshitting or not?”
Yes.
“Okay. So. I’m gonna say some stuff, and I want you to tell me if I’m lying.”
…very well.
“My name is Dean Winchester.”
True.
“I call my car Baby.”
True.
“My big brother is Sam.”
Lie.
“Every dad I’ve ever had is dead.”
Dean, are you just going to say things I already know are facts or-
“I love you,” Dean says, a little too loudly. “I’ve loved you for a really, really long time. I loved you when you were homicidal, and I loved you when you were insane, and I loved you when you hated me. In fact, I have probably always loved you. I’ve loved you through every phase of you, and I love you now.” It’s easier to say when not actually facing Cas, but it doesn’t stop the anxiety that rises in the face of Cas’ silence. “Cas, c’mon, man-“
You’re. Cas sounds almost choked up. You’re telling the truth. And I… I have never hated you.
Dean swallows. “Okay. So. If we’re stuck like this forever, if nothing ever gets better, shit, if Sam locks me up in a fuckin’ nuthouse, none of that matters, because the only thing that matters is that you’re here, with me. The looks from Sam and Eileen suck, and I hate ‘em, but they’re a price I’ll pay every time, cause it’s better than not having you here. Am I lying?
No.
“Alright. So. Quit moping. Cause I’m stuck with you, and you’re bringing me down.”
They’re quiet.
You’re going to have to quit drinking, Cas finally says. It’s my liver, too, now.
Dean groans. “You’re like the worst kinda Pentecostal roommate, Cas.”
And we’re going to need to figure out a strategy. We’re going to need to figure out… how all this works.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
And-
“Cas,” Dean cuts in. “I know. It’s all gonna be fine.”
How can you believe that?
“I have you back. That’s all I need.”
Cas is quiet long enough that Dean starts bouncing the ball again.
I missed you, Dean Winchester, Cas finally murmurs. At the end of all things, I missed you. And I am… glad to be here with you again.
Dean smiles faintly. “Yeah. Me, too.” He gets to his feet. “What do you think about some lunch?”
Salads would be good for you.
“Listen, I’ll harbor your soul for as long as I have to but I draw the line at you turning me into a fuckin’ vegetarian.”
I’m not turning you into a vegetarian, Dean, Cas answers in a way that means Dean can hear the eyeroll. I simply would like to take care of my vessel.
“Gonna turn me into Sam.”
I would never. I like you the way you are.
And, in spite of everything, Dean smiles.
“Yeah, Cas,” he answers softly. “I know.”
Okay well now I’m crying
i honestly dont think cas even comprehended the fact that dean said morning sunshine. his mind was busy with something so he was expecting a good morning cas or something so he didn’t even hear dean call him sunshine. would’ve been funny if he realized that while he was driving or something
#crashes his car. absolutely cannot tell dean why he crashed his car. tells dean he um. ran out of gas again and just abandoned it
“We’ve talked about this,” Dean tells Cas, who is maintaining a stony silence. “That’s not how cars work, Cas. I mean, where would I be if I just left Baby on the side of the road every time she was out of gas? It’s like leaving a dog on the side of the road cause you didn’t want to pick up after it.”
“Dogs are alive,” Cas says, continuing to stare straight ahead.
“Yeah, well, so’s Baby.”
“You do not have to do this.” The gas can sloshes slightly in the trunk. “I will simply obtain a new car.”
“You don’t need a new car, Cas, you just need to learn what to do in an emergency.”
“You do not have to do this,” Cas repeats, voice heavy.
“Well, what if something happens, huh? What if you get hurt and I’m not there? You stand a better chance in a car than you do just walking around the meatsuit.”
“Nothing is going to be able to hurt me, Dean.”
“You’re damn right it’s not, not after I show you how to gas up your car when we’re on the road.” They come to a fork in the road. “Is it left or right, Cas?” Dean looks at Cas, whose jaw is set. “Cas.”
“Left,” Cas finally grates out.
“Thank you! Is it so hard to be helpful?” Cas doesn’t say anything. “Y’know, you can quit being such a baby about this any time, you…”
Dean trails off, stopping the car dead. He looks at Cas, who continues to stare out the windshield.
Dean climbs out of the car to stare at Cas’ car, fully wrapped around a telephone pole. He approaches it and sees the only non crumpled part of the front of the car is roughly Cas shaped, a hole tore out the side for him to have gotten out of. There is absolutely no way to salvage it. Dean turns back to the Impala to see Cas has gotten out of it and is watching them, face set and maybe a little forlorn. Dean, currently out of words, gestures expansively at the car.
“I see it,” Cas answers.
Dean tries to verbalize his thoughts.
“Why?” Is all he can manage.
“Why which?”
Dean feels like he’s about to have a stroke. “Why any of it? Why did you let me take you out here when you knew it was like that?”
“I didn’t know how to get out of the lie.”
Dean looks back at the car. It’s completely totaled. It’s beyond totaled. Cas’ pimpmobile is in Car Heaven, partying it up with sexy lady cars and voluptuous Vespas.
“What happened, man?” He finally asks. Cas watches him for a moment. “Cas, I’m serious, something could’ve happened to you-“
Cas strides up to him, pushes him against the slim part of the pole that is not bedeviled with car, and plants one on him like he was born to do it. Like it’s his fucking job. Dean flails for a moment before his brain gets with the program, fisting a hand in Cas’ coat and resting the other on the back of his neck.
And then, just as abruptly, Cas pulls back. Dean and Cas stare at each other, Cas looking vaguely constipated, before suddenly he vanishes, leaving Dean alone with a wrecked car, a carton of gas in his trunk, and blanket fucking confusion.
“What the fuck?” Dean hollers and, somewhat predictably, nobody responds.
Red Alert
"Wait. Please, Cas. Please don't go."
Hello y'all <3 long time no see.
You’re like my favourite damn disease
