#HotSummerArt

[lamiasage]

Art for @winchester-reload's summer prompts 2024, for the prompt 'hot'. I'm very late to this meme 🔥

[witchy-worm]

For @winchester-reload's summer art challenge. The first prompt was "Seaside" so I'm giving Dean the beach vacation he deserved

[babygirlwolverine]

dean’s problem with being down in the south during the summer was the heat.

stifling, suffocating, humid heat.

tugging at the collar of his tshirt, dean leaned his weight against the hood of the impala, hissing under his breath as the heat from the hood burned his palms. the shade from the trees was doing nothing to cut down on the unbearable thick heaviness of the hot air around him.

where the hell was cas? why was it taking him so long to get the artifact they needed for the case?

another 5 minutes ticked by, and dean contemplated going after cas, but thought better of it when he remembered the last time he’d tried to go in and help cas. the angel had given him the silent treatment for 2 hours in the car afterwards because dean’s interruption had caused the vampire in question to flee.

“god damn heat,” dean muttered to himself.

fuck it. if he had to be stood out here waiting for cas, he wasn’t going to pass out from heat stroke.

grabbing the collar of his shirt, dean tugged it up and over his head; sighing in relief as the sticky material of his shirt was free. it was only a temporary fix, but it felt good. he threw the shirt into the backseat of the impala through the open window, before settling back against the hood.

closing his eyes, dean tipped his head back and debated if he should buy bottles of water just to tip down his chest to cool off.

finally, after more painfully long minutes had passed, a ruffle of material made dean crack an eye open and he caught sight of cas.

the angel seemed to be frozen, stood several feet away from dean with a surprised look in his eyes; staring at dean in shock.

“took you long enough, angel,” dean said, shaking the tension from his shoulders as he pushed himself off of the hood of the car. “I’m dying out here, it’s way too hot to just be standing around.”

dean moved towards the drivers side, ready to get the ac running and find some water to cool off with. but cas hadn’t moved a muscle, still rooted to the spot he’d been in.

“earth to cas. did you get the artifact?”

cas seemed to vibrate for a second before his gaze moved from dean’s chest up to his eyes. “yes.”

“great, then let’s go. I know angels don’t break a sweat, but i’m cookin’ over here,” dean said, opening the car door and dropping uncomfortably into the drivers seat, his skin sticking to the leather.

cas finally moved, settling into the passenger seat. it wasn’t long before cas was staring again, his eyes glued to the way the sweat dripped down dean’s shoulder and onto his chest.

“what?” dean asked, tilting his head to glance at cas before he turned the ignition and the ac kicked in.

cas paused, licked his lips, and then turned his head away. “nothing,” the angel replied, gruff and deep.

but as they hit the road, windows rolled down to let the breeze into the car, dean could’ve sworn cas was staring at him again from the corner of his eyes.

only then did dean realize… he’d never put his shirt back on.

for @winchester-reload hotsummerart: hot

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Destiel Hot Summer - Storm ⛈️

[winchester-reload]

How about a summer prompt challenge? This one's just as relaxed as these two boys. Rules are simple:

1. Must be Supernatural.

2. Prompts can be posted in any order you choose.

3. Make a valiant effort to complete each prompt.

ie: do not draw a stick man or write the prompt word and post just that.

4. Each prompt must be separately fulfilled.

This means if you decide to write a continuous story for it, each prompt must have its own chapter. Chapter length is up to you.

5. Use the tag #hotsummerart on your posts.

6. Absolutely NO AI.

Posting throughout August 2024!

Join the Patreon for a chance to win a free copy of my new art book!

[markofcastiel]

Unexpected - Happy Accidents

For @winchester-reload's summer challenge!

[masterofevilmonkeyness-moem]

I only had half an hour time to draw something today but I still wanted to fill a prompt for Jackie’s #hotsummerart (#2 relaxation). It’s messy but fun ☺️

Cas wanted to wear his Trenchcoat to the beach and Dean is a supportive husband and matched his outfit, Lebwosky style

[szlez]

Seaside Rendezvous

For summer art challenge by @winchester-reload

First prompt Seaside, obviously

[amemipiacitu]

Thank you @winchester-reload for spurring my creativity in this terrible moment of the year when everything is hot in a not-sexy way.

[gay-dinasaur]

Dean and Castiel relax on the beach, toes in the sand

(Hot Summer Art - Relaxation)

Dean loves Cas' new suit and Cas loves Dean in his as well:

[secretlordofartanddumbass]

Hot Summer Prompt: 2. Relaxation

(Click for better quality)

[witchy-worm]

Another for @winchester-reload's hot summer art challenge! This one is for the prompt "hot". I'm hoping to have time to do more of these and have them all tie in together because drawing these two on a lil beach vacation is bringing me a lot of joy

[imbiowaresbitch]

By the Shore, chapter 5

Cold

Dean sat at their table, sipping his beer, and met Cas’ eyes with a predatory smile as Cas rejoined him. Cas immediately drained his wine, looking decadently flushed and flustered, and Dean's smile softened. He reached across the table without thinking about it, and Cas instantly tangled their fingers together, meeting his eyes with a little smile of his own. 

“I pushed you too far, didn't I?” Cas murmured, half-apologetic, half-amused.

Dean smirked at him.

“Maybe just far enough…” he teased, and Cas chuckled, squeezing his hand gently. 

Their waiter appeared with their meals, not batting an eye at their wrinkled clothes and generally fucked out appearances, and Dean winked at Cas. Cas smiled serenely, untangling his fingers from Dean's to grab his knife and fork, and they dove into their meal. Dean had ordered a steak, ‘cause seriously, when was he gonna see Wagyu beef in Ladow’s back in Lebanon? It was served with a red wine mushroom sauce, and served with fries – though the menu called it pommes frites with sea salt and truffle oil – and blistered shishito peppers. 

Dean cut into the steak eagerly, and as the first bite seemed to melt on his tongue, his eyes closed with a soft moan of delight.

He heard Cas chuckle across from him, and held up a hand, keeping his eyes closed.

“Shhh… I'm having a private moment with the steak. I just need a second here…”

Cas snorted, and Dean chose to ignore him, savouring the incredible steak, cooked to perfection. He didn't even mind the mushrooms. Swallowing, he popped his eyes open and eagerly cut another bite of the steak, then paused. He cut a smaller, more delicate piece than the two-inch square he’d planned on cramming in his mouth, and carefully speared it on his fork. He held it out to Cas, waving the tines back and forth slowly.

“Cas? You gotta try this…”

Cas paused with his own fork halfway to his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Dean, then he completed the motion, humming happily at his black truffle risotto. He set his fork down and had a sip of his wine, then reached for Dean’s fork.

Dean swayed backward, a teasing grin on his face. 

“Come on, Cas,” he cajoled, letting a suggestive note filter through the words. “Use your mouth for me?”

Cas’ eyes darkened, and he leaned forward again, his hands folded primly in his lap, and let Dean feed him the tender morsel of steak. His blue eyes were locked on Dean’s the entire time, and Dean saw the surprise there when the flavour registered. He smiled in triumph.

Cas chewed slowly, then licked his lips.

“That's very good,” he acknowledged, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Come on, buddy. It's the best thing you've ever tasted, right?” Dean argued, stabbing one of the peppers and taking a bite. The sweet-spicy burst on his tongue, and he groaned. “Holy shit, these are awesome. You gotta try one!”

Cas laughed at his enthusiasm, but he leaned back, shaking his head. 

“I'll pass for tonight, thanks.” He scooped up one of the scallops adorning his plate, carefully nibbling it from the fork. Dean shrugged, grabbing a fry, and Cas spoke up. “I think I'll taste the best thing ever back at our cabin…”

~~

Read the rest on AO3 here.

Thanks to @winchester-reload for the prompts!

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Destiel Hot Summer - Floral 🌷

[noxemma]

Chapter 5 (finally) for my Hot Summer Art challenge fic

Time to wrap up the case so they can get on with the vacation!

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 5: Monsters in Unexpected Places

Dean

“No, no, no!” Dean hisses, shifting himself off Cas’ chest so he can reach the floor where he’s pretty sure he tossed his phone before falling into bed.

Dammit! Where did I put it? Dean flails his hand wildly, desperate to silence the incessant buzzing that’s threatening to ruin his perfect evening. His fingers finally close around his phone, his very dead phone. Shit, it must be coming from Cas’!

Dean shimmies back toward the middle of the bed, props himself up on his hand, and is just reaching across the sleeping angel’s body to silence the phone that's responsibly plugged in on the nightstand when blue eyes flash open and fixate on him. Dean freezes, face no more than a few inches away.

“Dean,” Cas’ murmurs happily, voice barely more than a rumble as his hand automatically finds the small of Dean’s back. The combination of the husky word, shining blue eyes, and the warm hand pressing into him send shockwaves through Dean’s body and blood racing toward his dick.

Dean is too shocked to even attempt to hide his arousal. Not that he could even if he tried since Cas tightens his grip on Dean’s back, closing the slight distance that had remained between their lower halves. Dean feels his erection press into Cas hip and barely manages to stifle a moan, his nerve endings sparking with long awaited pleasure. He opens his mouth to explain or apologize or beg but he's too transfixed by the way Cas’ lip part ever so slightly and his eyes go wide. He forgets about the ringing phone, the case, everything. His whole world condenses to searching blue eyes and the intense urge to lower his head and finally find out what Cas’ lips taste like.

“Cas?” The plea is more breath than sound and Dean darts his eyes up to meet Cas’. Cas doesn’t reply, just tilts his head slightly, his breath nearly as ragged as Dean’s, his eyes zeroed in on the way Dean licks his lips before trying again. “I- Can we-? Would you mind if I-?”

“Dean!”

The door to their room bursts open as Sam charges in. Dean tumbles backward toward “his” side of the bed and tries to pretend he wasn’t just about to kiss his best friend. The act would be easier to maintain if Cas’ hand hadn’t gotten trapped underneath him in his not-so-strategic retreat. It's his own fault that strong fingers are now cupped firmly against his ass cheek.

“You’ll never believe what we just found …”

Sam starts talking but Dean can’t focus on what he’s saying, too horrified by the obvious tent growing beneath the blankets. He quickly turns on his side, which is his second mistake. The movement causes Cas’ hand to slide across his ass and settle low on his hip, so close to his straining cock that Dean has a hard time remembering how to breathe. His heart beats arrhythmically and he stares at Sam without seeing him at all.

“It’s been the same with at least one of the other victims. Though this one was missing for over three weeks. And, just in case we weren’t sure that they were alive and trapped in sand, every time a missing person was found, their statue would vanish. So, whatever’s doing this, they’re not trying to kill. We should head down to the police station and try to talk with him. Maybe he’ll be able to tell us what it is that we’re up against,” Sam finishes excitedly, oblivious to the tension and electricity zinging between the men on the bed.

Sam looks at Dean expectantly, but Dean has not processed a single word his little brother has uttered. His mouth opens to say something, anything, as Sam’s gaze narrows and he starts looking a little more closely at Dean’s flushed face.

Thankfully, Cas’ phone begins buzzing again, saving them all from the embarrassment Sam’s scrutiny would surely bring.

“I should, um, I should get this,” Cas says, carefully pulling his arm free from beneath Dean to grab his phone and slide out of the bed and around Sam.

The emptiness feels wrong, and Dean has to tamp down the desperate need to grab Cas and pull him back down. However illogical it may be, his brain is screaming to wrap the angel in his arms and never get up from the bed again.

We weren’t fighting. Nothing was trying to kill us. We finally had peace together. Dean manages to bite back the petulant whine he wants to let out, barely. He wants to shout and curse, anything to verbalize his frustration at being so close to getting the thing he’s longed for, only for it to be pulled away.  Again.

“Dean, are you sick?” Sam accuses leaning toward him, forcing Dean’s eyes away from Cas’ retreating form.

“Wha- What?” Dean squeaks, bunching more of the blankets around his groin, though, with the way he’s currently arranged, there’s no way Sam should be able to tell how inappropriately hard he is.

“Dude, your face is red, like you’ve got a fever. All that time in the cold and the rain, maybe you caught something. Do you feel okay?”

“Uh…”

No. I do not feel okay! We almost kissed. I almost kissed Cas! And he … didn’t look like he was going to stop me. He looked like, maybe, he wanted to kiss me too? Dean’s not sure if he’s breathing or not as his brain finally catches up on reviewing his moment with Cas.

“… don’t look good, Dean. I really think we should take you to the hospital.” Dean hears, finally tuning back in to Sam’s rambling.

“Hospital? No, I’m fine. Probably just hot from being bundled up for, what time is it? Six? Like ten hours?” Dean dismisses Sam’s concerns. “Now what were you saying earlier when you burst in rudely?”

“Sorry,” Sam ducks his head as he apologizes, but Dean knows he doesn’t mean it. “Eileen and I just found out that one of the missing tourists was found this afternoon. Alive. He’s at the police station now giving his statement.”

“Okay, so you want to head down and talk to him before the police convince him he’s crazy or hallucinating or he decides to leave, right?”

“Exactly, so-”

“Dean. That was Natalie. Bradley just showed up on her doorstep,” Cas informs them, stepping back into the room.

Dean sucks in a breath, trying to calm down his runaway pulse. Cas’ hair is mussed, sticking up in every direction, his scruff is a touch longer than yesterday, his shirt is half tucked into his pants. He looks like he slept deeply.

Or like he was just fucked, Dean’s brain supplies unhelpfully.

His mind gets flooded with visions of Cas tangled up in sheets, face flushed, Dean’s hands gripping his hair and forcing the angel to meet his eyes so he can see how they glow with when Cas comes.

Whoa, glow with grace? Where did that fantasy come from?

Like what you read? You can find the whole fic here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 5/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~6,250

Tags: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction, Poor Coping Mechanisms, There was only one bed

[markofcastiel]

Hot

For @winchester-reload's summer challenge!