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Misha and Characters
Brat: Series; In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.
Call Me Master: Oneshot; A helping hand turns into an ownership of a lifetime. PWP. (Castiel x Reader)
No Alpha of Mine: A/B/O Series; Reader denies the connection with her Alpha. (Castiel x Reader)
The Last Omega: A/B/O Oneshot; Reader is an Omega on the run from a ruthless leader. (Castiel x Reader
The Big Empty: Angst oneshot; Reader enters The Big Empty to save her favourite angel (Castiel x Reader
Grace: Fluff, light angst, oneshot; Castiel home alone with a baby. (Castiel x Reader)
Murphy's Law: Drabble, high angst; Things turn bad during a hunt. (Castiel x Reader)
Right Alpha, Wrong World: A/B/O oneshot; Running back to the rift the Omega reader has an uncanny meeting in the forest. (Castiel x Reader)
Suptober 2019: Short episodic drabbles including Castiel and reader in a will they, won't they? relationship. No smut, no angst (maybe).
Owned By Sin: Smut, Mini-series: Whilst occupying Castiel’s vessel, Lucifer plays on a weakness of yours. They don’t call him the original tempter for nothing… (Casifer x Reader)
Part One. Part Two
Last Christmas: One shot, very violent and gory; Reader is unaware of her friend's true identity as Christmas becomes closer. (Casmodeus x Reader)
Lead Me Into Temptation: Smut, Series; Reader has a crush on her neighbour. (Misha x Reader)
Daddy's Brat: BDSM- hardcore smut, series; Misha and reader have a DDLG relationship.
Homewrecker: High angst, series; Reader makes a mistake, is cast out and disowned and sleeping rough. (Misha x Reader)
Forget Me Not: Mini-series: Reader wakes up after hitting her head, as her character on Supernatural. (Misha x Reader)
Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
Crazy In Love: Angst, drama, series; Reader is charged with the abduction of Misha but the case doesn’t seem to be all that black and white.
All Her Stars Broken and Stripes Worn Through, It's the Red, White and Whiskey Blues: EXTREME ANGST, series; Reader had a mental breakdown and quickly became estranged from her husband, Misha. Every day is a fight when there’s no reason to live any more.
The Alpha's Intent: A/B/O oneshot; PWP in the den. With sweaty Misha.
Kisses Have Consequences: Angst, series; A heated kiss between friends is shared causing the beginning of all their problems. (Misha x Reader)
Classroom Humiliation: Explicit oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Misha x Reader)
#spn fanfic#julesthequirky's fics#supernatural fic#supernatural reader insert#julesthequirky#julesthequirky stuff#spn#alpha beta omega#my stuff#castiel fic#castiel fanfiction#castiel#castiel angst#au castiel#castiel x reader#au castiel x reader#castiel x reader?#castiel x y/n#casifer#casifer x reader#misha fanfiction#misha fic#misha#misha x reader#misha smut#spn a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o fic#omegaverse#alpha/beta/omega dynamics
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Imagine,
Alternate timeline 2014 deancas takes 2009 dean aside. And they both give him a speech about how precious life and love is. They both talk about how they regret not letting each other know they love the other until the literal apocalypse. Really pushing that dean needs to get over his issues and accept love. Accept that people care for him, want him, love him and will cherish him like he deserves. Because one day it will be too late.
One day he will loose everything, home, friends, brother.
But accepting love and working together with those who love him may change everything. Being with Cas will change everything.
So dean gets sent back home. But he is changed. He has seen what desperation and too many years of struggling has done to him, to his Castiel. And he decides to change it.
He decides that he finally, after all this time, deserves to be loved.
And you know what? He is finally ok with that.
#destiel imagine#destiel#destiel au#dean x cas#dean x castiel#dean winchester#deancas#au castiel#castiel my beloved#castiel#casdean#2014 Castiel#2014 Dean#2009 Dean#alternate timeline#alternate universe#au#might make this a thing#maybe a fanfic
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@jackgirlbluntrotation realized that my own Personal Spn Superhero Au Fuckery fits v well with your spiderverse au. here ya go
may I offer you some Evelyn (he/she/they/literally who cares) in this trying time?
#Evelyn 'Evie' Novak aka Owl Witch#vigilante#VENOM but with WINGS and MORE ANGST#its not feathers its just :) goo :)#nonbinary bastard(complimentary)#gender is SEXY BIRD WIZARD#he's your girlfriend she's your boyfriend they're an insane magic owl person who will burn your house down#crossover#this...mess#supernatural#au Castiel#there are in fact other 'characters' (if thats even the right word) in this au#but no Jack yet besides the whole Halloween thing so go ham lmao#superhero au#yes she likes bees
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Is this Castiel?
Giannis Tsarouchis, Thinking Spirit, 1966, acrylic on paper, 38 x 27.5 cm
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baby jack
#I wish he got to be a baby even for a minute…#in some au where Jack is little and Dean gets over his insanity..#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#jack kline#deancas#destiel#my art
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i cant stop drawing these gay men
#i’m obsessed with this au#i’m thinking of making cas a professor but idk about dean yet#he’s gonna be a soldier i think#destiel#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#dean x castiel#dean winchester fanart#castiel fanart#destiel fanart#supernatural fanart#deancas
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Fantasy Destiel :P
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instead of scooby doo, what if they were transported into my little pony?
#spn#spn fanart#supernatural#supernatural fanart#dean winchester#castiel#castiel fanart#dean winchester fanart#sam winchester#sam winchester fanart#deancas#team free will#my little pony#fanart#what do you tag this au#my little hunter#there is so much lore to this#and i only started drawing it yesterday#might post more later
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The driver chooses the music, Cas. Accept it
Reverse au, where the hunters Cas and Gabe
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Cowboy(friend) au
#artofwrym2024#destiel#castiel#dean winchester#supernatural#spn#spn fanart#dean#cas#cowboy au!#let them brokeback it
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Dean and Cas are retired and just moved into their new home, a beautiful lakehouse, where they are spending their second wedding anniversary.
- for DESTIEL'S 2ND ANNIVERSARY EVENT by @destiversary - Day 13: post-canon/wedding ↳ a sequel to these posts • Happy anniversary Dean & Cas 💖
#destiversary#destiversary s16#spn#supernatural#destiel#destiel anniversary#spn au#destiel au#dean winchester#castiel#spnedit#destieledit#my stuff#myspn#spncreatorsdaily#cowboycoven#scottstiles#tuserpris#tuserjord#useranny#deanncastiel#useralison#don't look at the 9th gif. i tried.#anyway happy anniversary dean and cas they are alive and happy and retired and living together in their lakehouse <33333
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your idea of domestic tfw2.0 is a gated community gay couple with an estranged/absent uncle. my idea of domestic tfw2.0 is sam banning violent video games in the bunker because jack keeps trying to do MK fatalities on monsters when they go hunting and dean won’t stop doing the narrator voice to encourage it. We are not the same
#cal.txt#does this make sense ……. like#it’s about the juxtaposition#normal family house rules for abnormal situations#spn#tfw2.0#domestic au but it’s not really an au it’s just the show#sam winchester#dean winchester#jack kline#castiel#spn headcanon#w*dni#anti wincest#<- filtering out the tank scum#yes jack torturing Nick was a very serious and grave situation yes I’m making a joke out of it just for this
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN WINCHESTER I LOVE YOUUUU
#spn#spn fanart#supernatural fanart#fanart#my art#dean winchester#castiel#art#castiel fanart#dean winchester fanart#destiel fanart#destiel brokeback mountain#destiel#frontierland#cowboy destiel#cowboy!au#cowboys#gay cowboy#ibis paint#digital art#digital artist
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This started with “Dean totally has orange cat energy” and just kept going and now I’ve lost all control???? Also nobody tells you cat anatomy is WEIRD. Why so bendy???
Special thanks to @lordcrowcifer for his suggestions for Crowley & Gabriel! (He made a strong case with the perfect photo of an angery looking Scottish Fold 😂)
More suggestions are, of course, welcomed because I have nothing better to do than draw dudes in plaid as cats.
#hi welcome to my blog I draw silly cute shit#that one day I hope to draw other things but I can’t control my hand#we just end up here LOL#this is low key a redraw of an older piece that gets dredged up once in a blue moon#supernatural#spn fanart#spn#supercatural#spn au#Destiel#crowley#dean winchester#sam winchester#bobby singer#Gabriel#castiel#BYE NOW
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HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT OMG YOU DID NOT JUST PUT MY TWO FAVOURITE THINGS TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!
I Love it. This is amazing. The best thing i have ever seen. My life before this was nothing
Okay you know what? If no one else is gonna do it, i will. I give you: Destiel!Steddie >:)
(mentions of suicidal ideations below, for one little blurb; if you want to skip it, do not read from "The angel looks sad.." to "Pushing past that the best he could,". plus there is now self harm (? kinda, (MENTIONING HERE:) eddie cuts his palm to draw a sigil w/blood like in the show) and mentions of torture and hell if that counts as a tw/cw! read carefully, friend!)
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If dying wasn’t bad enough, and crawling his ass out of his own grave (thank you Wayne for not cremating him like a hunter should be) wasn’t the worst thing that’d Eddie ever had to do, being backed into a rickety old abandoned barn absolutely covered in various warding sigils while whatever it was that’d left that raised handprint scar on his shoulder is still fighting it’s way through the door, may be it.
Had they been anywhere near any coast, Eddie’d think it was just a hurricane they hadn’t thought to figure into their smiting plans, but they were in the middle of the damn prairies and this goddamn barn creaked and groaned and against the battering winds (and also something maybe definitely not natural).
He and Wayne were shoulder to shoulder, shotguns at the ready, taking worrying glances back and forth through to the night sky between the boards that make up the barn’s roof and to the door in front of them. The hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck have been standing on end since they finished the last sigil, and despite pulling all his hair up off the back of his neck, those hairs have a thick sheen of cold sweat glazed over top of them.
Both their gazes snap back to the main doors of the barn as they fly open. Shotguns raised immediately to the…man(? Nope, not man. Can’t be, can it?) walking slowly and methodically over salt lines and sigil after sigil carved into the floor. (Okay, maybe just man..)
This man (Creature? Thing? Whatever…) is probably the most handsome person Eddie’s seen in his whole life. He’s got sun-kissed skin adorned with freckles, and very floofy and soft-looking sandy colored hair. And that only makes what they are about to do that much sadder. Sigh, goodbye beautiful man.
Eddie and Wayne spare the smallest glance to each other before letting shells fly into the man’s torso as he strides closer. Each light hanging from the ceiling explodes as he walks under it, showering him with glowing orange sparks.
What the fuck?? Eddie’s heart had already been hammering in his chest, but now it was going so fast it felt like it was about to vibrate right out of his skin. He had a quick thought about how in the hell Wayne’s old man heart was handling this, but fuck, he’s been through way more than Eddie had.
Bullet after bullet, shot after shot, did nothing to stall whatever creature this was. He just kept gliding forward, completely unaffected.
He and Wayne shared a panicked glance and quickly abandoned their shotguns, each picking up something else to try and kill this thing. Eddie grips the First Blade tight and turns. It’s already there. Looking at him in…relief?
“What are you?” he growls at the intruder.
“I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” It says (in a smooth, lovely voice), like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“Oh yeah? Thanks for that.” Eddie lunges forward and stabs his knife directly into the creature’s chest.
Nothing happens. Ok, not demon then.
Eddie is stunned, leaving the hilt sticking out from the thing’s ridiculous yellow sweater, he backs away.
The thing looks down at his chest, then back up at Eddie, something like exasperated fondness painted over his features, then raises his hand and pulls the knife out. He drops it to the floor, its focus still trained on Eddie.
Eddie glances at Wayne, and sees his uncle raise a crowbar to the creature and swing. Eddie can see this thing’s beautiful hazel eyes harden in the fraction of a second it takes Wayne to swing, then it throws an arm out to his right, catching Wayne’s blow and turning the rest of his body to face him. His other hand comes up and he places two fingers to Wayne’s forehead. Wayne’s face droops and he drops to the floor.
The thing drops the iron crowbar and turns back to Eddie, looking even more exasperated. “We need to talk, Theodore. Alone.”
“Like hell we do. And don’t call me that.” Eddie ignores the creature and skirts around him to check on Wayne. He crouches down and checks his pulse. Perfectly fine. And..is he snoring?
“Your friend’s alive.” the creature tells him, offhandedly, while he paws through one of the books he and Wayne had brought with them.
“He’s my uncle. Now, who the hell are you.”
“My name would be incomprehensible to you, Theodore.”
“Well then what do I call you? Also seriously, cut it out with the ‘Theodore’ crap.”
“What am I to call you then?”
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
The thing smiles at him, “Call me..Steve.”
Eddie’s face scrunches up “Steve? Really?” Steve nods.
“Well okay then…I’m Eddie. Not Theodore. No one calls me Theodore.”
“Very well, Eddie.” He goes back to Wayne’s book in his hands.
“Okay. Now, again, what the hell are you?”
“I am an angel of the Lord.”
“Right. Let me clarify. What are you, really?”
He looks at him then, head cocked and brows furrowed. (Cute. What the fuck shut the fuck up no he isn’t!) “Do you not believe me?” He places the book down where it was and turns to face him.
Eddie snorts “No.”
“This is your problem, Eddie, you have no faith.” he smirks crookedly at him.
Suddenly, thunder crashes outside the barn and lights up the thing in front of him. Each flash of the light reflects the shadows of huge wings on the wall and ceiling behind him, growing and unfurling to a huge span, despite the significant lack of tangible feathery appendages
After his little show, Steve ducks his head slightly, his eyes still boring into Eddie. Had he not blinked this whole time?
“Some angel you are,” Eddie scoffs at him “You burned that woman’s eyes out of her skull.” He fights back a shudder thinking back to that particular sight.
Steve actually has the audacity to look slightly embarrassed at that. “I warned her not to try and see my true visage. Most are unable to perceive my true form…or my true voice.”
Eddie knows what he’s talking about immediately “That ear-splitting, window-shattering sound in the gas station after I came back. That was your real voice?”
“Yes. Some people, some…special people, are able to hear me as I am. I believed you were one of those people. I was mistaken.”
“Uh huh, and so what visage are you in now? Holy middle school teacher?”
The angel looks down at himself and pulls at the ruined yellow sweater and jeans. “This is a vessel.”
“You’re possessing some poor bastard?”
The angel looks sad. “No. He was a broken man. One who did not wish to be of this earth any longer. We made a deal: I brought him to heaven and he gave me the use of his body.”
Oh. Damn. And Eddie just shot and stabbed the poor guy.
Pushing past that the best he could, Eddie continues. “I’m not buying what you’re selling pal. Why would an angel be sent to pull me outta hell.”
He was trying to be rhetorical, but Steve answers anyway. “Good things do happen.”
“Not in my experience they don’t.”
Steve furrows his brows. “What’s the matter, Eddie?” he steps closer, seeming to look right through him. He must come to some conclusion because he says “You do not think you deserve to be saved.”
Oof. Looks like he peered right into Eddie’s soul for that one.
“You are important, Theodore Munson,”
“Don’t call me that like you know me, motherfucker.” Eddie spits out.
Steve cocks his head once again, eyes looking both confused and angry. “I do know you, Theodore Munson. I stitched your body, soul, and very existence back together with my grace." He steps closer, crowding in close to Eddie, who does not waver from his spot. “I know you completely. Body and soul. And you are important.”
Trying his damndest not to be flustered at that, Eddie says “And who decided that?”
Steve smirks “God.”
He reaches out and places his hand directly over the scar on Eddie’s shoulder and suddenly he’s waking up(???) on the floor of the barn. Wayne is stirring beside him as well, grumbling out a long string of curse words.
Sunlight peeks through the barn walls, and the angel is gone. “Jesus H. Christ!”
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The two hunters are silent all the way back to Wayne’s.
As soon as they step across the threshold, Eddie drops his duffel and starts to pace across Wayne’s open kitchen/living room.
“What can this even mean? Was he serious? Angels, Wayne! Angels?! We need to do research, we need to figure out wards and how to kill them…” He was rambling, mostly to himself, keeping Wayne’s inevitable questions at bay.
He didn’t want to believe what the strikingly beautiful man had said in that barn, but Eddie knew better. Even before the proof of the creature easily walking past all their known warding spells and sigils.
Eddie knew where he was before he wasn’t. Before he’d clawed his way out of a shallow grave that had looked like a bomb’d gone off right over where the center of his chest would’ve been, the trees surrounding all collapsed outward around him when he’d emerged.
Eddie knew he had been in hell, and had been tortured for 30 years.
Beaten. Tortured. Killed. Ripped apart. Stitched whole again for his tormentors to start all over.
Then the real kicker: he’d swapped places. For what seemed to be 10 more years, he did the torturing.
That’s what made this whole thing so unbelievable. Not that heaven and hell existed, he knew better, but that the big man himself sent one of his own to pull him out of hell. That Eddie was worth saving, that he hadn’t done the things he’d done while down there. Obviously God would know, had to know, what he’d done. And yet.
“Where are we even going to find shit like that?” Eddie asks aloud.
“Only one place to start, my boy.”
Eddie looks up in time to catch the book Wayne tossed at him.
Oh. Duh. It was a bible.
“I don’t think this will help us, Wayne.”
“True, maybe not this version.” Wayne scrubs the scruff on his chin with one hand, the other on his hip. “Wonder what the oldest version of that book is that we can get our hands on.”
“Museum? Church?” Eddie aimlessly flips through the bible, thinking of what ruse he’d have to pull together to get his hands on an old enough copy.
“I don’ think I have it in me to pretend to be a nun.” Wayne beats him to it.
Eddie snorts, “Don’t sell yourself short, old man, you could pull it off if you wanted.” He sits down at Wayne’s old home computer and turns it on. “I wonder if there are any archive scans of some old as shit ones online.”
Hours of research later (mostly to do with how slow Wayne’s connection was), the two hunters had a couple possible warding/banishing sigils, the main one of which (and the most repeated) needed to be drawn in the user’s own blood.
“No word on how long it’ll stay active?” Wayne asks from his seat in front of his fireplace after Eddie explains what he’d found.
“Nothing, just that it must be drawn in the user’s own blood.” Eddie reads from his notes “Maybe that means you can paint one by your recliner and be able to use it forever.”
Wayne scoffs and takes another drink of his beer. Eddie moves towards the front door, flipping open his knife. “I’m gonna put one by the front door for now, I guess we’ll see if it works if Stevie boy shows his mug around here again.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you boy?” Wayne laughs.
“Shut it, old man.”
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About a month had passed since first meeting the angel who pulled him out of hell.
Eddie wanted to believe that it wasn’t real, pretend the longer that they went without seeing Steve, that the whole thing was just their imagination. Or something.
Obviously if heaven needed him for something, Steve would’ve been back sooner, right?
Well tough luck for him, because a month and a half after that night in the barn, a beautiful vision of sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, and sunflower yellow sweater materialized in Wayne’s kitchen in a gust of wind.
Eddie definitely didn’t drop the toast he’d been munching on in surprise, nor did his hands fly downward in embarrassment of being caught in just his boxers.
Okay maybe he did.
“Jesus H. Christ! A little fuckin’ warning maybe??”
Steve’s eyebrows scrunched together as he looked the other man up and down. “My apologies, Eddie, what would you like me to do next time?”
Eddie blinked at him, surprised that the angel was willing. “Well I know it must be great and real convenient to just appear where you want, but we have a door you know.” Eddie gestures towards the front door, “You could always appear there and oh, i don’t know, knock?”
The angel looks towards where Eddie had indicated, face still scrunched in confusion. “Very well, Eddie, I will do just that.” and blinked away.
Before he could react, Eddie hears a knock on the front door. “Damn, that worked? Coming!” he yells, heading to the door.
He pulls it open, only to find the front porch empty.
“What in the hell? How the fuck do you know what a ding-dong-ditch is?!?” He yells to nothing and slams the door back closed.
“I do not.” Steve’s voice comes from directly behind him.
“Fucking hell!” Eddie spins around, “What happened to knocking??”
Impossibly, the angel manages to look even more confused. “I did knock. Then I came right back to the kitchen to find you gone.”
All Eddie can do is laugh. “You are something else, Stevie,” he pats the other man’s shoulder and scoots around him to the steps. “Just stay down here, I will be right back as soon as I’m dressed.”
He sees Steve’s hand raise, fingers poised to snap and–
“There, now you are dressed, can I please–”
“Dammit, I can dress myself!” Eddie immediately starts pulling off the suit jacket Steve had decided he should be dressed in. “Just… stay down here, take over Wayne’s armchair, I don’t care, I will be right back, ‘kay?”
He turns and trudges up the stairs to change, “Where the hell’d he even find this suit?” Admittedly, he did a good job. The red shirt and black tie with the black suit is about what he’d pick for himself, but he doesn’t even remember owning a red dress shirt.
Eddie pulls on a well-worn pair of black jeans and an even more well-loved Metallica tee, grabbing up one of Wayne’s flannels and his pocket knife as he heads back out of his room and down the stairs.
He’s almost at the bottom of the stairs when he comes to the sigil he’d drawn on the stairwell wall. Hidden from the front door’s view, but close enough to use if needed. He places his palm in the middle…nothing extraordinary happens.
“Stevie? You there?”
“Yes, Eddie, I am here.”
Damn, so a month and a half is no good. “Okay, just making sure you didn’t leave.” He hears Steve’s footsteps coming closer to the stairwell. Shit. Eddie Flips open his knife and cuts his palm, quickly drawing a new sigil beside the old one. “Almost done, be down soon.”
Steve appears at the bottom of the stairwell as Eddie finishes and steps down the last couple steps. “See, this is what Eddie really is, not that monkey suit crap you had me in before.”
Steve’s face scrunches “I think I prefer the suit.”
“Well I don’t.” There’s a slight pause, “Hey Steve?”
“Yes Eddie?”
“Sorry about this in advance, tell me all about it when you get back?” It’s a risky time to try a one-liner, just in case this doesn’t work and the angel gets pissed, but he couldn’t resist.
“Eddie, what are you–” Eddie slams his hand to the new sigil and the house is engulfed in a blinding white light.
He opens his eyes, and Steve is gone. “Stevie? You there?”
Nothing.
“Well, let's see how long this takes.” He pulls out his phone and starts a timer.
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It’s about 3 and a half hours until Steve returns.
Eddie hears the flap of wings and pulls out his phone to stop the timer.
“Three and a half hours seems pretty long when you can just teleport everywhere, Stevie.”
“I was unable to return until just now.”
He turns to face the angel from where he’s been crafting the most sandwich of all sandwiches, and the laugh on his lips dies before it can even begin.
Steve looks like a kicked, dejected puppy. Eyebrows pulled up, eyes wide and shining, plump, kissable lips pulled taught and downward into a pout.
“Oh Stevie, don’t look so dejected.” Eddie muses and turns away before he can do something stupid like pull the other man into a hug and pepper his face with kisses until he smiles again. Not like Eddie been thinking about it or anything, gotta tamp down the idea though, right?
“You want a sammich? That must’ve taken a lot out of you.”
“No, Eddie, I do not want a sandwich. I want you to tell me why you used a banishing sigil on me.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, angel, I can assume you’re a good guy all I want but I wanted to make sure what I found would get rid of others like you just in case.” he picks up his finished sandwich and turns to face Steve, leaning back against his mess on the counter as he takes a bite, speaking around his mouthful. “Where’d you end up, anyway?”
The angel’s face had morphed into an angry frown (at least it looked like anger; it didn’t seem like conveying emotions was something he’d gotten a grasp on yet.) “A small town in Indiana.”
“Really? Indiana? You don’t immediately get thrown back up to heaven?”
“No, we are just blasted backwards from the sigil. We are unable to return to that spot until the ward wears off.”
Eddie swallows “You said ‘we’. There are more of you then.”
“Of course there are, Eddie, I have many brothers and sisters.”
“Are all of them the good guys then? Won’t try to hurt anyone?”
“Of course not.”
“Well if they do, at least we know that this sigil will work to get rid of them.”
Steve pondered that for a moment. “Please do be careful with that sigil, Eddie. If an angel is heavily injured, the sigil may banish them from existence permanently, not just from you.”
“Good to know, thanks Stevie.” he takes another bite of his sandwich. “Now, what is it that you needed?”
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Part 2 is here!! | NOW ON AO3
#holy shit#steddie#destiel#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#spn#stranger things#supernatural#if anyone was going to do it#crossover#au edddie munson#dean winchester#au castiel#au#tumblr authors deserve the best#anything you want#i will get it for you#seriously
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out on the plains of west texas 🏳️🌈
for @sailorsallyart’s destiel pride day 26, “cowboys are not-so-secretly fond of each other”
#destielpride#supernatural#spn#destiel#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#supernatural fanart#spn fan art#supernatural art#destiel cowboy au#destiel fanart#artists on tumblr#procreate#pride fanart#happy pride#lexidoodledoo#2024#baby’s first proper destiel art… woohoo!
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