Under Construction (1988-20??)

At the moment? SuperDead.

[yesmiladywrites]

I think I’m going to make a lot of people very uncomfortable when I finally write my domestic!Destiel, because Cas will have absolutely ZERO patience for gardening.

Instead, it’ll be Dean.

Dean Winchester will have the best goddamn garden in the neighborhood. OUT OF SPITE. He's gonna get into a not-so-secret passive-aggressive pissing match competition with a few suburban moms over homegrown tomatoes and yams and whatever the fuck else Carol’s got going on in her backyard.

Pretty soon, Dean’s gonna have the best damn garden in the neighborhood. Why? ’Cause he’s amazing. He’s Batman and Poison Ivy if they had a secret 40-ish lovechild. He's a complete natural.

Suck it, Brenda.

Don't get me wrong. He WILL bitch about it. Nonstop. He’ll go on and on and ON about the ugh vegetables, and the dirt, and the bugs, and about Stacey, Sandra, and Karen. Cas will roll his eyes (fondly) and be all, “Yes, Dean, of course, Dean, your zucchinis are superior, Dean,” while playing Candy Crush and wondering what the fuck they’re going to do with so many goddamn radishes.

[acvoice]

It’s really such a shame we never got to explore graceless angels more. Specifically remnants of their angelic abilities.

Anna was able to see demons’ true faces. She could hear angel radio. She shattered lights and flung people away from her when in distress. She literally manifested a body for herself when she fell, being born to human parents. She was able to restore her previous body without posessing anyone else, with the help of mysterious “contacts”.

I wish we saw some of those abilities again when Cas lost his grace.

[spntrunk]

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This is @yesmiladywrites‘s commission, three illustrations for Flight as a gift to the author, NorthernSparrow ! 

[skiinny-witch]

DR. HARLEEN FRANCES QUINZEL, PhD

[yesmiladywrites]

Snippet from Savior Complex, chapter 31 (Supernatural/The Walking Dead): Dean meets and bonds with Cas’ surrogate daughters/teen vanguard.

Together, they moved Cas over toward one of the fallen trees, easing him down against the log. Dean sank with him, bracing Cas’ head so it didn’t slump too hard, then smoothed a hand down his front. His white shirt was soaked through with blood.

“I’m Dean,” he offered, shaking his head after a moment of staring, realizing he’d failed to introduce himself in turn.

Enid plopped down on the log. “We know,” she chirped, beaming at him. “He never shuts up about you.”

Dean blinked, caught off guard. He glanced down, trying to fight back a grin as a soft, stupid warmth bloomed in his chest. “Yeah?”

Alright, so these two were definitely part of the vanguard. Come to think of it, they didn’t seem all that fazed by all the smoky-eyed corpses either.

“You, uh, handled yourselves pretty well back there,” he said, indicating to the deep-fried herd with a slight tip of his head. “I take it this ain’t your first trip to the Smite-sonian?”

Kneeling down beside him, Claire let out a soft snort. “Not by a long shot, Romeo.”

Heat crept up his neck. “Oh. Well, that’s good,” he shot back a beat too late, feeling a little sidelined by the full brunt of teenage scrutiny.

“This is, like, barely a low four on the Cas-trophe scale,” Enid supplied.

A startled laugh slipped out. “I’m afraid to ask.” He stared at Cas for a long moment, frowning in thought. He kept both hands on him, just to feel the rise and fall of his breath beneath his palms. “...Besides, you’re way off. It's a two. Maybe.”

“No, she’s right. It’s clearly a four,” Claire said, frowning.

“You kids ain’t got no sense of scale.”

[yesmiladywrites]

Snippet from Savior Complex chapter 27 (Supernatural/The Walking Dead crossover) with absolutely no context:

Carl leaned forward, a sudden eagerness rushing through him. “This is just like the Dolly Parton thing, isn’t it?”

Rick’s eyes went wide as he shot Carl a look of utmost betrayal.

“The what?” Michonne asked, clearly expecting a good story.

“Dad almost arrested her one time,” Carl explained, not even trying to hide his grin. “He felt really bad about it afterward.”

Everyone looked at Rick. Even Claire stopped pretending the window was fascinating.

“I wasn’t gonna arrest her,” Rick protested weakly, sounding just like he always did whenever this particular incident came up. At Michonne’s look, he doubled down. “I wasn’t! All I did was give her a ticket. Just a speeding ticket!” He gestured with his bandaged hand. “She had this – this white Cadillac with gold trim… I figured it was some hotshot from Atlanta. How was I supposed to know Dolly Parton was in town?”

“Renovating the local hospital’s oncology ward,” Carl supplied, choking back a laugh at his father’s groan of despair. “The children’s hospital,” he added with outright glee.

“How fast was she going?” Enid wondered, her anger apparently on pause.

“Sixty,” Rick admitted after a short pause. “...In a fifty-five.”

Michonne’s voice was shot with disbelief. “But you still gave her a ticket?”

“She insisted!”

“She even thanked him at the reopening ceremony,” Carl added with a broad grin. “Called him Officer Handsome and everything. Everybody in town ran with it for months. Even my teachers kept asking if Officer Handsome was coming around to pick me up from school.”

Rick groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Appreciate you dragging that back up, son. Really do.”

Carl smirked, feeling quite proud indeed.

Knowing Castiel never got these kinds of references, Enid tried her best to explain, her attitude already losing some of its edge. “They’re talking about this famous country singer. I’m pretty sure she did a lot of charity work–”

“Heaven is well aware of Dolly Parton,” Castiel said gravely.

Rick looked up in alarm.

That did it. Michonne completely lost it.

“Walker. Walker!” Rick warned, gesturing sharply toward the road.

Michonne swerved around it without effort. “Were you sweet on Dolly, Officer Handsome?” she teased once she finally stopped laughing, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes with the pads of his fingers. “Please, not you too.”

“Guess I’m going to be on the lookout for a really good push-up bra.”

It was Carl’s turn to splutter. “Michonne!”

[yesmiladywrites]

Savior Complex - Chapter 31/?

By yesmilady

In the world of the walking dead... there be Destiel.

Fandoms: Supernatural, The Walking Dead Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes/Michonne Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Greene, Enid (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Claire Novak, Michonne (Walking Dead), Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Rosita Espinosa, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Gabriel Stokes, Gregory | Hilltop Leader (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Tara Chambler, Eugene Porter, Simon (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Established Relationship, Found Family Dynamics, Abuse of italics, Plotty, Seriously SO MUCH Plot, POV Alternating, Occasionally Unreliable Narrator, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, But Also Somehow Slow Burn

Summary: Saving people, hunting things, the family business. His father taught him that.

(Family drama's a bitch, ain't it?)

Armed with an angel blade and a misplaced thirst for vengeance, Daryl went for blood. Dean threw himself off the bark, desperate to get between Cas and the blade. He didn’t make it far. The air whistled in his ears as the earth rushed up to meet him, rising to steal what little breath remained in his lungs. Right before he hit the ground, a dark blur cut across his vision. A muffled shout, a choked-off gasp – something slamming, crashing hard, the heavy thud of bodies colliding – Then a cry of pain.

CHAPTER 31: WIDOW'S WAIL

[letsnotdieartless]

I need him to come and save me from my exams that are rapidly approaching. Save me Dearest Gay Angel, save me

Actually really liked doing something different, made a new brush so the lineart could look gnarly enough for my ✨vision✨

Details and progress pics below the cut

[yesmiladywrites]

Savior Complex - Chapter 30/?

By yesmilady

Fandoms: Supernatural, The Walking Dead Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes/Michonne Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Greene, Enid (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Claire Novak, Michonne (Walking Dead), Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Rosita Espinosa, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Gabriel Stokes, Gregory | Hilltop Leader (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Tara Chambler, Eugene Porter, Simon (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Established Relationship, Found Family Dynamics, Abuse of italics, Plotty, Seriously SO MUCH Plot, POV Alternating, Occasionally Unreliable Narrator, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, But Also Somehow Slow Burn

Summary: Saving people, hunting things, the family business. His father taught him that.

(Family drama's a bitch, ain't it?)

Dean’s lips moved in silence, ghosting along to the music. He stared at the inky darkness above, where the stars had all burned out. His mind drifted at the edge of awareness, never quite breaking through the fog. It would be so easy to float into that great big beyond, let the wind carry him up, up and away to wherever Baby’s tape deck blasted Zeppelin into the clouds. The violence streaking through his periphery barely even registered, fading like a half-remembered dream. It was getting harder and harder just to breathe. His eyes drifted closed. I’m sorry, Cas. He snapped awake at a sudden crack of thunder, followed by a flash of bright light. A thin, wheezing breath escaped him as he turned his face toward the sound. “Cas?” he croaked, hope coaxing him toward the surface, stirring life into his wrecked lungs. A face swam into focus above him. A hand settled on his shoulder, and the wrongness of it made something inside him recoil. “Save your strength.” His hazy mind lagged, struggling to put a name to the heavy brow, the gruff voice. All he knew was that the firm, reassuring squeeze made him want to sink right back into the fog.

CHAPTER 30: THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

[witchy-worm]

Using one of my loves (heated rivalry) as reference to draw my other love (Destiel)

[yesmiladywrites]

Cute !

[shallowseeker]

You think Dean eats chicken wings weird sometimes????

Like trying to be sexy about it, maybe, locking eyes with Cas as he drags his lips over the glistening meat.

Meanwhile, Sam thinks he’s being mean about Cas’s wings.

[yesmiladywrites]

Somehow, it's Sam who ends up in the doghouse.

Why would Cas care about some bbq wings, Sam? You have loins, Sam, do you find pork chops offensive? Do you, perhaps foster some kinship for chicken fillet? Considering the matter of your grossly overdeveloped pectorals. Sam.

[accordingtothe-lore]

dean: cas is like a candle to me

sam: awww cause he’s the light of your life?

dean: no, uh, cause i wanna blow him

sam:

dean:

sam:

dean:

dean: yours is so much nicer, now i feel bad

[johnssoap]

domestic destiel

[lichanicksstuff]

I imagine other hunters must have asked Sam and Dean about the angel. We know from the beginning that hunters love gossip. For sure everybody in their community knows who they are and that they somehow fraternized with an angel. So surely some people (probably drunk) asked them about this creature. Holy entity who can kill with just a thought. They probably expect the brothers to tell horrifying stories about the power of said being. But no. When asked about Castiel's powers, Sam starts talking about how Cas never washes the dishes and just makes them clean when it's his turn. Then goes on how they binged two seasons of the Wire together ("He's a nice person to watch shows with, he never really asks questions, and doesn't talk until the episode is over".) And at last he mentions that they go to the farmers' market every week and never take Dean because he always complains insensitively. Hunters are confused with the response so they ask Dean. And he says pretty much the same things Sam did but from his pov. So he mentions that Cas makes him coffee in the morning, goes about how terrible his taste in music is, and that yeah having an angel to patch you up after a hunt is nice but he always gives them a lecture that they should be more careful with their lives. He sums it up saying something along the lines of "he's a weird, dorky, little guy". Hunters are mostly confused but amused at the same time. Oh, so this angel guy is nothing special, huh? The word goes around and the community really starts to believe it. Until they meet Castiel, the angel of the Lord, for the first time. Could be on a hunt with the Winchesters or in the bunker. Then they realise that the brothers are in fact nuts because who would look at this eerie thing and call it a nickname? Castiel rarely blinks, and when he does, it's strange like he's mimicking everyone around him. He walks extremely quietly, almost silently. He doesn't breathe. The sixth sense every hunter has is tingling every time he's around. One of them even sees how Cas makes lore books levitate around him. And then Sam just comes in and asks Cas to put them back in their place because he can hit somebody with them. Another one notices Dean coming up to Cas with a cup of coffee asking to warm it for him. And the angel does, with a fire coming out of his hand. And no matter how many people tell Sam and Dean that what the angel does it crazy they can't understand (and don't care, really) and just go back to watching movies with their best friend.

[asterrwritess]

Non-writers never seem to understand the fact that characters have free will.

"you made them, just make them do what you want!"

I can't SUSAN.

[shallowseeker]

ok but

i KNOW i was obsessed with the DeanCas handcuffed together and fighting seamlessly trope, but can you imagine Cas and Sam cuffed together?

At one point, Cas forgets to coddle Sam in the heat of battle and rips sam's arm out of socket (or, you know, if we're doing MAXIMUM horror... completely off)