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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Angels of the Red Sand” 

Authors: @valandrawrites, @bleuzombie Artist: kis_ris550 @kisris

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length: 10,000 words Tags:  Space AU, Guardian Castiel, Angst, Angels Are a Species of Aliens Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  Long before Weyland-Yutani discovered the infamous Xenomorph, employees of the company began to terraform Mars, only to battle another dangerous invasive species - The Grigori. The Grigori consume souls and animate the vessels left behind. They will stop at nothing to find a way to Earth and ravage it of all humanity. Only Dean, Sam, and the Seraph Castiel can stop them - if they can find a way to trust each other.

Excerpt: 

“What’s happening down there, Jimmy?” Dean calls over the comms. “If I don’t get a response, I’m pulling your ass up. Jim?” 

Static sounds in Dean’s ear before he hears Jimmy. “There’s writing,” Jimmy says, voice sounding strangely wistful even with his accent. “It is strange. I almost recognize it, like dream. Stop! Stop lowering.” 

Dean pulls back on the rope, tying it off. 

“Jim?” Vic calls. 

“It… there is something странный… strange… about this writing,” Jimmy’s voice sounds far away. 

“What writing?” Dean asks. 

“Just take some fucking pictures,” Cole demands eyes jumping around the barren landscape. “You have a camera, right?” 

“I say we pull him up,” Vic says. “If there’s writing, it has to be something we need to study. This could stop the whole operation.” 

“Jimmy? Jimmy, we are pulling you up,” Dean calls over the comm. This is exactly the kind of untethered bad feeling Dean has learned to trust. He’s felt off all mission, and something about Jimmy’s reaction to whatever the writing is is just wrong. “We need to regroup.” 

“Wait,” Jimmy grunts, and Dean can feel the wire twisting even through his glove. 

“What the… Jimmy, Stop! Pull him up! Now, guys,” Dean shouts. “Hold on, Jimmy. Stop moving.” 

“There’s something here,” Jimmy says. “The writing. It is… it is glowing. It wants me to take… да… I hear… it is magnificent. I almost have it… almost”

“Whatever it is, leave it there,” Dean shouts. “Don’t touch it, Novak. That’s an order.” 

“Yes, yes, I can do that.” Jimmy’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Will they be able to see you?” 

“Pull him up,” Dean pulls harder, hands over faster. “Get his ass out of there. He sounds like he’s hallucinating.” 

“I’m sure he’s—“ Cole starts. 

“Fucking pull him up now!”

Posting date:  March 16, 2025

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This is my art work for @spnheadbang I had the pleasure to work with the talented @friendofcarlotta, go check her beautiful fic, filled with nostalgia and romance, and a very happy and heartwarming ending: "Waiting."

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How to Use the Reference Desk

The SPN Reference Desk is here for all of your nichest, most seemingly insignificant questions about Supernatural canon as well as comprehensive guides covering the basics in one single space. Unlike a fandom wiki, these guides are aimed specifically at the needs of creators and fan-fiction authors who want to dive deeper into certain topics like Baby’s specs, Bobby’s house layout, or how the hell the boys’ different guns work.

Types of Guides - SPN Reference Desk written guides - SPN Reference Desk screenshots - Art references - How-to guides - Other people’s guides

Reference Desk guides will be broken down into categories. Within those categories, each guide will be grouped by topic and tagged for easy access.

Due to the “work in progress” nature of this blog, categories and topics that are listed below but don’t have a link are guides planned for the future.

Locations - Bobby’s House - Singer Auto Salvage - Men of Letter’s Bunker - etc. Car Talk - Baby (1967 Impala) - Castiel’s Pimpmobile (1978 Continental) - John’s truck (1986 GMC) - etc. Weaponry - Handguns           - Dean’s M1911           - Sam’s PT92           - “The Colt” - Shotguns           - Ithaca 37           - Remington 870 - Ammunition - Blades - Magical weapons - etc. Lifestyle - Personal belongings - Travel - In-universe brands - etc.

Have a suggestion for a guide? Got a specific question you need help answering? Drop an ask and leave a question for your librarian!

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didn‘t have much time to post the past few days, made a few more spn text posts though

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Fluffstiel Promo #5 | Wireless Connection

Title: Wireless Connection

Written by: @blackhorsedances

Art by: @verobatto

Beta'd by: Rachel

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Alternative Universe; Mechanic Dean; Advertising Sales Exec Castiel; Meet-Weird; Neighbors that aren’t very neighborly; Bisexual Dean Winchester; Gay Castiel; Miscommunication; Misunderstanding; Missed Connections; Castiel really wants to get to know Dean Winchester; Castiel and Dean Winchester really like each other; Mild smut; Mention of attempt at masturbation; Fluff; Awkward kiss; but it’s a very sweet kiss.

Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t mean to connect his music playlist to sexy new neighbor Castiel Novak’s bluetooth kitchen speaker, honest, it just sorta happens. But when his neighbor disrespects Dean’s music choices, oh, it’s on! Sam’s warnings go unheeded. Hijinks and pranks commence, misunderstandings abound. But will they make an in-person connection?

Coming to an Ao3 Near You on February 18th, 2025!

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"dean winchester wouldn't eat pussy" "i wouldn't trust dean winchester with my drink" "dean winchester would see two lesbians and ask if he can watch" umm i think perhaps that. you have never in your life seen a single episode of supernatural

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Castiel / angel of the Lord / multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent / 1000+ ft tall / middle aged gay dad

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You are not alone.

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Godstiel but he was crazy horny and obsessed with Dean. Going around preaching the good word of Dean and reading from the Winchester Gospel (supernatural books). He’d put Dean Winchester on all the stained glass windows and replace Jesus on the Crucifix with Dean on the Rack.

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Hi, my name is Belphegor.

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Crash” 

Author: tiamatv Artist: @stonelions

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 16,000 words Tags:  Post-Apocalyptic AU; Based on Mad Max: Fury Road, Angel Castiel, Hunter Dean Winchester, Road Trip Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Past Sam/Madison

Summary:  

Dean drives the war rig across the Wastes, once known as Kansas. He's brought in, and brought down, more monsters than anyone else in the Bunker.

But he's starting to realize that the monsters aren't the ones with fangs, claws, or a taste for hearts.

Maybe he's not as obedient as everyone thinks.

Castiel is Fallen, and in chains. His wings are broken, harvested of his grace. He might be a little mad.

But being a little mad might be the only way he survives.

It might be the only way they all survive.

(A Mad Max: Fury Road AU)

Excerpt: 

He no longer has the grace left to feel the sun. It has been so long since he has been out in it that he doesn't even have the memory of its photons oscillating across his skin.

He has just enough mind to remember his name, and he grips that remnant of his sanity in his fingers, in his teeth. Between his broken alulae. They flutter, and it hurts, but this pain is real and of his own choice, so he does it again, feeling the wind of his remaining feathers moving against his neck.

Castiel. He's Castiel. 

He is an angel. His grace is at such a low flicker he can feel his flesh trying to age, the edges of the mask strapped around his face worn to sticky, raw skin that he does not have the power to waste healing and healing again.

He earned this mask after he bit off the nose of a human who was foolish enough to lean over his shoulder from the front to pluck feathers from his wings rather than approaching him from behind. (The nose tasted very bad. It was a terrible idea. What an awful texture. But Castiel doesn’t regret it.)

He has enough grace left to keep the chafing at his cheeks and the corners of his mouth, the skin worn torn under his manacles, from being anything more than an awareness. It's not pain, unlike in his wings. Just awareness. And perhaps this effort is a waste of his tiny, residual droplets of grace, but he will not let them see his discomfort, and so, he will not feel it.

Castiel is an angel. He is still an angel. 

And when he is free, he will burn them all.

Posting date:  March 14, 2025

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Regarding Beasts” 

Author: Altiria Artist: CJ || ColorlessJay @colorlessjayblog

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length:  55,000 words Tags:  Fluff, Eldritch Monster!Castiel, Kid!Sam, War Scenes, John's A+ Parenting, Comedy Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Colette/Cain

Summary:  

“Legend tells of a beast within the woods. A creature that lives where the trees grow taller than the highest castle, and the darkness swallows all light. None dare tread where it walks, for if it catches sight of you, you’re already lost. The beast devours the hearts of young men, its hunger never abating. So beware, young souls, of the forest and its protector, and do not venture forth into the woods.”

Or:

Dean has protected the forest for his entire life, but when he is cursed with memory loss, he wanders into the beast's territory. But the creature has no interest in 'eating' his heart; rather, it would much prefer to capture it instead.

Excerpt: 

“I am Castiel. Seraph of the Forest.”  

“Hi, Castiel… of the forest,” Dean repeated after the guy. “I’m Dean, Human of the village?” 

The feathers on Castiel’s head poofed up again as he shuffled. His wings extended, revealing their full length, while his tail flared out in tandem. He looked at Dean as if to ask his opinion. 

“Cool,” Dean choked. “You, uh… those are huge wings.” Stunning, actually. Dean wanted to touch them, wanted to run his hands all over Castiel—not just because he was a Forest God and meeting one was rare, but because they looked ridiculously soft. 

Castiel’s wings settled down. Was he preening? What did preening even look like? He didn’t know shit about birds.

“Well,” Dean drawled. “I should go… my brother is probably going crazy wondering where I am.” He was painfully late to pick Sam up from school; he had probably gone home alone, frantic and worried. He wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had contacted the rangers to send out a search party. 

Castiel’s head bobbed. “I understand; your hatchling is waiting.” 

“Exactly,” Dean said, half-turned. “So… thanks for everything. I’ll just be on my—”

Talons wrapped around his middle, cutting him off. Dean had barely a second to process before Castiel shoved off the ground, his wings barely making a sound as they beat. 

The forest was below them, zooming at a ridiculous pace, as they raced to the village up ahead. He was in the sky. Dean, the completely mature and level-headed adult he was, screamed.

Posting date:  March 13, 2025

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ya gotta stop caring what people think and start being extremely weird. but never cruel. i think that might save you

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if you weren't so messed up I'd think you are beautiful vs you are so messed up and I think that makes you beautiful

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