#beautiful wavelength of celestial intent

[thegracefallen]

Castiel, in their true form, is a being of divine light, a "multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent", resonating with the light of Heaven. Ethereal, both beautiful and terrifying, with four faces and six wings made not of flesh and blood but swirling light and tongues of flame which stretch out to cover the sky. Countless eyes cover and surround their form, glowing with grace.

While their wings may appear like those of a bird when in a vessel, they're not truly organic limbs, but a manifestation of their true form and grace, changing to represent their state.

[startswitheff]

Honey Gold and Slow

Dean/Castiel You can find it on AO3 here. I don’t know how all this works so I hope I did it right.

It’s morning. They’re in bed.

Dean comes awake to feel Castiel’s scruff abrading gently at the nape of his neck, his long fingers tracing elegant and soft patterns up the length of his thigh and ribs, and his erect dick pressing firmly against his backside.

They made love three times last night, each time more intense and amazing than the last. And this morning Dean is tired and comfy and deliciously sore. And he’s middle-aged, and just so… human. 

But the thing he learned after hooking up with an Angel of the Lord is that a wavelength of celestial intent has no refractory period.

And he’s not sure if he’s trying to make up for lost time or if he really just wants to be with Dean that much, all at once, but they wake up like this often. And even if he’s not in it for the bang, Dean is definitely never going to get tired of being this close to his Cas.

Dean smiles into his pillow, snuggling back into Cas’s warmth. Cas’s fingers tighten on his hip and he shifts, ghosting kisses up and down Dean’s spine to make him shiver despite the warm cocoon of down in which they are nestled. The fingers of his other hand begin to work their way with purpose to the base of Dean’s spine, and lower, until his thumb grazes over his hole, still loose and slick from the night before.

Before Dean can feel any discomfort at the intrusion of that first digit, a wave of cooling grace eases its passage, and Dean sighs in bliss, relaxing back into the touch. Behind him, Cas murmurs a wordless sound of approval, and traces the tip of his nose along the edge of Dean’s hairline, and he shivers again.

The thumb is replaced by a long, slender finger, reaching slowly for the spot where a warm curl of pleasure begins to unfurl in Dean’s gut. The first finger is soon joined by a second, and, after long moments of quiet sighs and muffled gasps, then there is a third. Cas is careful, unhurried, and works him open with tenderness before Dean’s hum of sleepy desire makes his breath hitch slightly and he pushes his whole length slowly inside. 

For several moments, Cas just holds him close and breathes into his shoulder, and Dean leans back against the solid warm plane of his body and feels every inch of skin that is pressed against the man behind him, every breath through the chest at his back. He’s surrounded on all sides, Cas’s firm lines behind him and his strong arms holding him close. Dean can smell Cas’s aftershave and shampoo, and that faint scent of ozone that seems to follow him everywhere. He tips his head a little further forward in invitation and Cas again mouths at the base of his neck.

Cas twitches inside of him, and Dean automatically cants his hips back slightly. He feels more than hears the deep subterranean groan from the angel, who starts up a slow grind with his pelvis. Cas’s hand remains firm on Dean’s hip, holding him still, letting him know that the angel is happy to do all the work this morning.

Dean lets his eyes flutter open, watches the dust motes tinged gold by the morning sun through the slats of the blinds flicker and float through the quiet motel room. It’s still early. They’ve got time.

Cas’s hand drifts up to his chest, and gently grazes over his nipple, pulling Dean closer to his broad chest. A gruff whisper in his ear tells him that he’s so beautiful in this light, all golden hair and golden freckles, and that he’s very much loved.

Cas brushes smoothly against his prostate and the warmth in his belly grows to a heat, and he moans, voice raspy with sleep and with wanting. Cas murmurs soothing nonsense, his breath ghosting against the shell of Dean’s ear, and he shivers again when the angel’s tongue darts out to trace along its edge.

Dean slowly pushes back, idly clenching and unclenching his muscles as the mood strikes, and is rewarded with a deep groan from behind him as Cas thrusts a little deeper, a little harder.

Dean knows that Cas can hold off his orgasm almost indefinitely, that they could spend the morning lazily trading touches, until Dean is a half-melted puddle of pure pleasure, before finding release. And if they were home, then yeah, Dean would consider it, as he would also consider making Cas get up afterwards to fetch coffee so that they could while away the rest of the day snuggling in bed. 

But they’re still a half day’s drive away from home, and once they get there, they have a lot of hard work ahead of them. They can prolong this blissful interlude as long as they want, but as soon as it’s over they need to get back to the real world, to their responsibilities. To their family.

Cas pushes in again, deeply, as if he is trying to embed himself permanently into Dean’s body, into his soul, and Dean twists his head around, blindly seeking his lips. On his next thrust, Cas steals Dean’s moan with an open-mouthed kiss and a sharp spike of pleasure darts along Dean’s spine.

The angel’s bottom arm works its way between the mattress and Dean’s ribs to snake around his torso and keep him in place, while the other one purposefully makes its way to where Dean’s neglected cock, now fully hard and leaking, is bobbing gently against the sheets. He closes his long, warm fingers firmly around his length and Dean bucks up into the grip, softly chanting Cas’s name in time with the movement of Cas’s wrist.

Fine tremors wrack his body as Cas brings him softly and yet inexorably closer to the edge, and a tingle starts up in his fingers and toes that has him curling them unconsciously against the bedding. Cas continues to murmur and soothe, the soft rumbling timbre of his voice a balm against the rising tension within him caused by the slow steel of Cas’s body against him, inside of him.

When he comes, it’s sweet and presses behind his closed eyelids and spreads a honeyed warmth along his languid limbs. He sighs Cas’s name and surrenders to the strength and care of the man behind him. Dean’s own name puffs out against his ear, a benediction, and Cas throbs inside him as his thrusts stutter and still.

For a long time, he feels only the warm silk of Cas’s skin against his own and the golden light of morning against his closed eyelids. Cas slips out of him, slowly, gently, and he shifts to his back before he opens his eyes. 

Cas is looking down at him, the morning sun behind his head haloing his hair with gold and making his luminous blue eyes glow even more strongly from his half-shadowed face. Dean smiles at his beauty and leans in for a kiss, his eyes fluttering shut once more as Cas lavishes his lips with love and attention. They pull away, but remain close enough to still breathe each other’s air. Dean lets his eyes roam around the room, falling on their neatly packed bags and their cleaned weapons. Everything is ready to go. Just not him. 

Not yet.

[waywardsou1]

Happy birthday to the multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent that griped him tight and raised him from perdition and brought so many smiles to peoples faces. We love you Cas’s. You’re amazing in every way and we miss you a lot. Happy Birthday Beautiful 🎂🎉🥳

In honour of your day I’ve made some art. Hope you like it. I’m rather proud of it just as I am proud of you, Cass. Thank you for never failing to put a smile on my face and making my day so much better just by being in my thoughts.

[jtownraindancer]

noctuary

  The terrain was barren, dark. Scraggly shrubs had carved through the cracks in the earth, dried to decay and dust within days of their ascent. The air was warm and arid, parching you despite the lateness of the hour. But it was peaceful, quiet. So far were you from any signs of civilization that the canopy of stars above remained uncorrupted by artificial light, traces of blues and violets and subtle greens shimmering ever-so-slightly across the midnight sky. Serendipity beckoned you, a deep inhale filling your veins with contented bliss. Your arms folded beneath your head, and you passed several tranquil moments lost in the ceaseless wonder of the heavens. Your eyes drifted shut, ears familiarizing to the sounds of this new landscape, allowing the unfamiliar lullaby to guide you into an even deeper state of relaxation. But then there was a shift, a shuddering rifling on the breeze. Despite not having moved, you felt your stomach drop, hair standing on end at the sudden rush of adrenaline. You longed to ignore it, wishing, hoping, praying to have your comfort restored, but fortune seemed to have fled you. The evening sounds fell silent, a rising pressure on the air frightening away your nocturnal companions. You opened your eyes, glancing to the sky to determine if, perhaps, a storm was brewing. The horizon was clear however, sprinkled only with starlight and the faintest impressions of cloud. You reclined once more, readjusting your position on the ancient blanket, successfully ignoring the frantic energy coursing through your chest. And then there was a shuffling sound, a ruffling like birds' wings. Your brows furrowed at that, the sound growing louder, as if a whole flock was swarming around you. Above you, a cluster of agitated wings fluttering in a sphere, blazing beryl and garish golden light shining in countless sparks. The light was searing, the sound deafening, but you were inexplicably at peace, mind calm at the sight of the colossal being hovering leagues above you. So bright was his form that the night was forgotten, the stars you had been so languidly studying now eclipsed by the sheer brilliance of his Grace. He was formidable. Terrible. Magnificent. But above all, he was beautiful. A gasp of awe, of worship, of overwhelming adoration and all-encompassing love escaped you, attracting his attention. Wings, wings, midnight gales and gentle whispers and turbulent thunder- six behemoths moving together to slowly approach you, legions of eyes tracing over you, through you, within you with restless intensity, leaving each inch of you trembling in fear, trembling in anticipation. He held back however, dozens of yards between you, stilling, hovering, waiting. His form was so vast even from such distance, it was impossible to perceive anything of the sky, anything beyond his illustrious wings and celestial radiance and rotating halos of raw energy. There was nothing in the cosmos that mattered to you in this moment- Nothing save you and the Seraph, who was still patiently waiting for your acceptance, for your rejection, heads of lioness and raven and fox all watching, wings never resting, shape never losing form, light never dimming. Electricity burned in your veins, warm trickles of blood slipping from your nostrils and ears and eyes. But these sensations were set aside, overcome by the twitching in your fingers, by the tumultuous yearning to touch, to caress, to protect the very being whose appearance alone should have been enough to end- nay obliterate- you on the most intimate, microscopic level. But he did not, you did not, and that restless, desperate energy flowed between you, growing exponentially between each breath from your lungs, hair raising once more as the static in the atmosphere increased in intensity, buzzing within and without with a  brutal, aching need. Never having risen from your position, you lifted your hand, a placating motion to indicate your devotion, your desire, your demand. There was a want, frantic and chaotic, resounding in your very bones to consume, to be consumed. From above, from around, from below, from within- There was another distinct shudder, stronger than the first, roaring echo carving through the canyons. Then- a swift descent. The enticing aroma of stardust and ozone and petrichor and thousands of other sweet and sharp scents flooded you with his approach, your soft sigh reverberating in the motion of dark feathers, a lilting ricochet on the breeze carrying across the plateau and down the ravine below. He shifted as he neared, honeysuckle rings condensing into a singular sphere, heads joining into one, wings surrounding him entirely, folding smaller and smaller the nearer he drew. Your awe only grew, smile only more fond as his wings retracted, faded from sight, familiar trench coat and shoes landing only several feet from you. You had known his true form must be radiant, ethereal, beautiful in a way beyond words, though you had never expected the Commander to ever trust you with the sight, nor could you have ever hoped to imagine just how breathtaking he truly was. He healed you with the sharp sting of hail, lips fastening to your own with the violent ferocity of a tempest. A growl like thunder, a touch that summoned liquid lightning in your veins, clouded irises tracing between your own- all served to secure your desperation, fingers clawing in sable tresses to drag him even closer. The fury faded, replaced with the gentle brush of fingers beneath your chin, touch light as the press of maple leaves, sweetest praises falling from his lips dancing on the whispers of the desert winds. You fell back to the dirt- sated, humbled, mystified- fingers entwining with the Celestial's and the brush of feathers teasing you. You studied the stars, listening to his heartbeat settle, the melody of your newfound paradise slowly resuming its serenade. Sense replaced sensibility, securing the knowledge that the encounter, the sensations, the exchange- You had not survived completely unscathed. Your ears still tintinnabulated; your eyes were still haunted by kaleidoscopic phantoms of empyrean rays each time you allowed them to slip shut. You knew you had been near death; it was miraculous you had not perished within the first glimpse of his true form. But if this had been the last sight you would have seen- With hands capable of razing empires holding you close to his frame and ballads older than Creation whispering throughout your conscious, you allowed yourself to drift peacefully in the warm alabaster glow, surrendering with a contented sigh. There was nowhere between Heaven and Hell where you’d rather be, safely slumbering in the soft embrace of the Seraph.

[hettolandija]

The handprint on Dean's arm disappeared in later seasons because it wasn't a scar but a rash. The type of rash that one can get from hop shoots or jellyfish. This obviously leads to the headcanon that tureform Castiel has tentacles.

[jtownraindancer]

old Lady at bus stop: oh it’s so sweet you have your husband on your phone screen.

Me: yeah *nervous laughter* sure, yes that’s my husband, defo husband yes that’s him

My phone:

[eepy-pleepy]

It’s Not Everest (No Vacancy)

The neon “NO” is hidden behind an overgrown shrub, so Dean pulls the Impala into the motel parking lot before they can see that it is, in fact, lit.

“Awesome.” Dean says in a tone that clearly doesn’t think so, and whips the car around to pull back onto the dark road. They immediately hit a pothole and Sam’s head bumps the ceiling.

“Ow, wait, Dean, we didn't go check with the office, maybe they just left the sign lit because they can’t freaking see it–”

“No, Sam, every goddamn motel in this godless town is full up and I don’t particularly feel like walking into another musty fucking office just to have them tell me I need to learn how to read. It’s too damn late, I’m too damn tired, I’m just gonna find a pull-off where the cops won’t feel the need to be our 5AM wake-up call and we’re sleeping in Baby. Fuck it.” He emphasizes the last sentence by throwing the car into park, all seventeen feet of shiny black metal successfully hidden behind a bank of tall, scraggly shrubs off the shoulder of the road. Dean kills the engine and the early summer evening rises to fill the silence with the musical stylings of several hundred crickets.

“Dean.”

“We’ve done it before, Sam.”

“I know we have. What about Cas?”

Dean looks over at the passenger’s side. Sitting shotgun, Cas looks back at him, his eyes just a dark glint in the moonlight.

“I can just... keep watch outside.” He says.

“Bad fucking idea.” Dean snaps. “I wake up in the middle of the night and see you out there lurking, I might shoot you between the eyes. You’re staying in the damn car.”

“Dean, there’s not enough roo–”

“Look, Sammy, passing out is passing out, sitting or lying down. This is a molehill, not Everest. I just need my four hours, damn.”

Dean crams up against the driver’s side door, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning his bent knees against the back of the seat between himself and Cas. He’ll worry about bootprints on the leather upholstery when he isn’t so fucking exhausted.

“Jerk.” Sam mutters from the backseat, almost inaudible.

“Goodnight, bitch.”

“Goodnight, Dean. Sam.” Cas murmurs.

“Don’t make it weird, Cas.”

"Goodnight, Cas."

"Thank you, Sam."

Dean gives a little huff through his nose. Cas folds his hands in his lap and turns his head forward to watch the fireflies.

Dean doesn’t like it when Cas watches him sleep. Cas knows this.

But if he doesn't want eyes on him, he shouldn’t be drawing so much attention to himself. This is the fourth time inside of an hour that he’s shifted around, clearly uncomfortable with his sleeping arrangement, six feet of full-grown man trying to figure out how to make three feet work for him.

It's clearly not working out.

Dean's head has fallen against Castiel’s arm. He’s snoring gently, Cas can feel his breath warm through the sleeve of his trench coat.

He shuts his eyes. Pulls his focus down to just this, the upper lefthand side of his body. Feels the weight of Dean's head, the unyielding shape of his skull, the softness of his cheek. Cas turns his head towards him, just to better assess the situation. Not at all to feel the soft tickle of Dean’s hair against his nose and lips. That’s just an... accidental consequence.

Cas feels too big for his own skin. It’s something a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent should be entirely familiar with, but this isn't the feeling of cramming a Chrysler building into a 5-foot-11-inch frame.

This is bigger than that.

The slump of Dean’s body across the seat means that his head is the only thing supported, and it has his neck at a bad angle. If Dean's an angry sleeper, he's even worse with a crick in his neck and Cas doesn't love the idea of being stuck in a car with that tomorrow. He can't pull Dean more flush against his side without the risk of waking him and sending him into a conniption of bruised heterosexuality, so instead, he carefully lifts his arm. It works perfectly: Dean slides forward, falling to lying down with his head in Cas' lap.

The effect is immediate. The uncomfortable pinch between Dean's brows smooths away and he takes a deep, slow breath, settling against his new pillow and sinking into an easier sleep.

Cas hasn't realized he's smiling, yet. It's a tiny, soft thing, the one he gets when he's looking at something precious.

He is.

The moonlight catches the sweep of Dean's eyelashes, the top of his cheek, the shell of his ear, gilding them silver. His lips are parted, plush and dark in the contrast of the pale light. He's slightly curled up on the bench seat and Cas knows it's to fit the small space but that doesn't mean it's not the most fucking endearing thing he's ever seen.

The short hair over Dean's ear is mussed from the way he was slumped like a grumpy turtle past the collars of his shirt and jacket. Delicate, Cas brushes it right again.

Dean shifts, pressing up into his ghost of a touch. Cas draws back, afraid he's been caught doing something definitely not on Dean's approved list of Things Just Friends Do, but Dean doesn't wake. Cas' hand hovers.

He shouldn't. He should return to looking out of the front windshield and prepare the diffusion for when Dean wakes up to find himself sleeping in Cas' lap. That's what he should do.

The trouble is, nothing short of a fucking catastrophe could pull his eyes away from this. Dean is so beautiful, so calm and easy in his slumber, and he's right here, safe and close and warm. Literally right in his lap.

Cas pets Dean's hair, feeling that dangerous constriction again, something so huge and profound it might very well burst him. Dean sleeps on.

"You should tell him."

Sam's voice from the backseat is so quiet it's barely a whisper, but it startles Cas like a gunshot. He turns his head a margin to find Sam watching him, head and shoulders against the back driver's side door, arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you say something?" Cas tries, matching Sam's barely-there whisper.

"You heard me."

"Tell him what?"

"You love him."

Cas turns his head further so he's not just looking at Sam out of his periphery. There's nothing accusatory in Sam's tone, quiet as it is, or in his posture, cramped as it may be. He looks back at Cas with nothing but the same easy camaraderie he's always shown him, like they're discussing a good book or the lovely weather, not a complete paradigm shift.

In his lap, Dean tucks one hand under Cas' thigh and nuzzles his face deeper against the fabric of his pants. Cas looks down at him again and feels ready to explode into several new galaxies.

"I can't." He breathes.

"Why not?"

"You know your brother, Sam.” Cas says, unable to stop himself from stroking light fingers through Dean’s hair again. “And I’m happy. I refuse to risk losing him in pursuit of something I don’t need from him.”

“You’re right, I do know my brother. Probably better than he’d like to believe.” Sam says. “And I think he might surprise you, given the chance.”

Cas looks back at Sam like he wants to argue, but then just closes his mouth, his jaw bunching. Sam gives a little shrug and sits forward, reaching behind himself for the door handle.

“Just some, uh… food for thought.” He says. “I’m gonna hit the head. I’ll take my time. No particular reason.”

“Sam.”

But Sam’s already unfolding out into the night air, the car rocking as his weight shifts. The crickets are suddenly much louder, invading their little bubble of quiet. In Cas’ lap, Dean twitches.

Sam shuts the car door and Dean sits bolt upright. His gun, dropped in the footwell before he fell asleep, is in his grasp in a blink.

“Sam's just gone to relieve his bladder.” Cas says next to him. Dean squints at him and sniffs, wiping at his groggy eyes, then flicks the safety back on. The gun hits the footwell again with a dull thunk.

"God. Like a damn cashew. You'd think with all that height there'd be more... storage."

Cas is carefully looking forward, and not at the red mark on Dean’s cheek that’s the same shape as the warm spot rapidly cooling on his thigh. Dean rubs at that side of his face.

“Was I…?” He clears his throat. “Uh.”

“Asleep? Yes. I thought that was the idea.”

“Lying on you.”

“You needed to stretch out.”

Dean gives a frustrated sigh. “No, Cas, man, that’s your personal space. You should have shoved me off.”

“It was easier on your neck.” Cas says, still looking straight ahead. “You weren’t bothering me.”

“That’s not the point. You gotta have boundaries.”

“What’s mine is yours, Dean. I have no qualms sharing everything I have with you.”

Dean scoffs, leaning forward over the steering wheel and tilting to pop his spine. “Jesus. You ol’ romantic.”

Cas turns his head to look at Dean. The slightly uncomfortable smirk slowly slips off of Dean’s face. His eyes drop to Cas' lips before he catches himself, and he makes a weak attempt to laugh the charge out of the air between them.

“Man, you gotta figure out your levels. Last person who looked at me like that had me thinking marriage."

“Dean, why do you say things like that?”

Dean’s shoulders shove up under his ears. “You turn eyes like that on some innocent girl she’s gonna up and devote her entire life to you, Cas, I’m just letting you know you gotta tone it down!”

“Why would I turn eyes like this on some innocent girl?”

“Because you’re doin’ it to me like you think it’s a normal thing to do!”

“Dean, maybe you need to figure out how to receive a signal without assuming the other person isn't aware of what they're broadcasting." Cas snaps, then subsides as something like fear flickers across his face.

Dean’s jaw hangs uselessly for a stunned moment.

"Cas. You–"

Cas watches him in the manner of a gazelle waiting for a sudden deadly movement. Dean's gaze flits to Cas’ lips again.

"You. Uh." He says eloquently, and his tongue darts out in a nervous motion. This makes his lips impossible to ignore, shiny and wet in the moonlight.

“It's not Everest." Cas whispers.

"It kinda fuckin' is." Dean says, hoarse.

“Forget it. You should go back to sleep.” Cas says, reaching towards Dean with two fingers. It���s his fighter’s instinct that makes Dean grab them before they can touch his forehead, but it’s something else entirely that bunches his other hand in the front of Cas’ coat and yanks him forward. Cas tumbles gracelessly on top of Dean, and Dean doesn’t give either of them time to think.

At the first touch of Dean’s lips, Cas melts. A tiny sound escapes him, not quite a sigh, not quite a moan, and he’s grasping Dean’s shoulder like it’s the only thing preventing him from falling into the footwell. Their mouths part with a soft, wet noise and Cas meets Dean’s eyes, almost too close to focus on.

His arm is pressed across Dean’s chest from his fall. He can feel Dean’s heartbeat, galloping like an outlaw with the sheriff on his tail, and he understands the feeling.

“Dean.” He croaks.

“Yeah.”

“Do that again.”

Dean nuzzles their noses together, nudges Cas’ mouth in a barely-there brush of lips. Cas touches Dean’s face, dizzy with it, feeling stubble rough on the skin of Dean's jaw. He presses forward, holding Dean’s face like the beloved thing it is, and kisses him reverently. Dean sinks against the door until he’s lying across the seats and shoves his arms up under Cas’ suit jacket, encircling his back.

The crickets play them a love song. It’s entirely lost on them.

When Sam returns, approaching the Impala with caution, he finds his brother asleep with his angel hugged against him like a large, man-shaped teddy bear. Cas glances up, clocking the motion of Sam leaning over to peer through the driver’s window, and there’s a smile on his face that Sam’s never seen on him before.

If happy was what he had been, then this? This is pure, unfiltered bliss.

Sam slides carefully into the back seat and shuts the door as gently as he can.

“I’ll save my I Told You So, but only because you look so cute.” He whispers.

“Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

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[destielfanfic]

Destiel Fic Starter Pack

Never watched Supernatural but wondering what all the hype is about? Then this is the post for you. If you have been on tumblr for some time or just from November 5, 2020, you may have seen a gif set or two or a hundred with destiel aka Dean and Castiel from Supernatural. @fandom​ even made a Destiel Is Canon post with short overview of basic facts! Are you interested but have no idea where to start? We know, we know. Life is hectic, 2020 is taxing and Supernatural has too many episodes to watch. 15 seasons and 327 episodes to be precise but who’s counting? Say no more, we got your back, fam!  You don’t need to have ever watched SPN to enjoy the fics on this rec post.

For fans who have never watched SPN, some basic facts - 1x01 starts with Dean Winchester (26 yo) professional monster hunter, picking up his brother Sam (22 yo), student at Stanford, and going on a one off monster hunt. For the next 3 seasons they travel around the country in their black Impala 67 hunting monsters, saving people. Castiel, Angel of the Lord and the multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, arrives in 4x01.The rest is shipping history. Check this 36 min YT video, The Story of Dean and Castiel  by deansbansee with all the best destiel scenes from S4-15. And now, fics!

All title links go to our fully tagged reviews.

1. If you want to read fics that are set in Supernatural universe but are not canon specific, your best bet is pre season 4 (our tag) and solo hunter Dean (our tag) fics where young Dean meets Castiel differently from the show, and fics that are very loosely tied to a specific season. And, if you’ll decide to watch the show later, you still won’t be spoiled!

A Distant Mirror by zatnikatel [NC-17, 14,700 word count, time travel, humor, smut, posted 2013]

Ad Astra - latin; “to the stars” by nhixxie [T, 17,400 word count, Castiel is a Star, posted 2013]

Broadway Musical by Griftings [M, 12,400 word count, humor, Heavenly Host, posted 2014]

Carnival Oasis series by violue [NC-17, 47,000 word count, 10 works, creature!cas, posted 2016-20]

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 39,000 word count, garuda!cas, hurt comfort, posted 2012]

Do What Feels Good by catchclaw & cymbalism [NC-17, 12,500 word count, smut smut smut, posted 2014]

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by balder12 [NC-17, 8,400 word count, true form!cas, posted 2012]

Good One’s Gonna Be by remmyme [NC-17, 37,000 word count, professor Cas, posted 2017]

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata [NC-17, 58,000 word count, FBI agent Cas, posted 2012]

Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers [M, 37,000 word count, pretend boyfriends on a case, posted 2015]

The Request by cloudyjenn [T, 36,000 word count, wing!fic, posted 2012]

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircase [M, 47,000 word count, student Cas, posted 2016]

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon [NC-17, 8,600 word count, fluff, posted 2014]

2. If you don’t want to bother with Supernatural canon at all, then you are still in for a treat. With 92,500 fics (December 12, 2020) and counting, destiel is currently the biggest ship on AO3. Destiel fics cover a lot of popular tropes and kinks but some are more popular than others among destiel fans. Angst, miscommunication, exploration of Dean’s low self esteem, Cas’s rusty people skills and general otherness are a staple of AU fics. But also exploration of one’s sexuality - internalized homophobia, coming out, bisexuality and asexuality are common themes.

All the Way by cadignan [NC-17, 81,000 word count, college AU, posted 2013]

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost [M, 182,000 word count, wing!fic, masquerade ball, posted 2017]

Kiss the Baker by ltleflrt [NC-17, 111,000 word count, rom com, posted 2015]

Not Part of the Plan by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 338,000 word count, 8 works, arranged marriage, posted 2013-18]

Oh What A Beautiful City by moosefeels [M, 27,200, a/b/o, omega Cas, arranged marriage, posted  2014]

Passing Ships by quiettewandering [M, 78,000 word count, not traditional soulmate AU, posted 2017]

Peace and Good Luck To All Men by kismetjeska [T, 32,400 word count, humor, Xmas fic, posted 2013]

The Return Policy by castielrisingabove [M, 32,500 word count, incubus!dean, ace witch!cas, posted 2018]

The Sawdust Men by linoresearch [NC-17, 123,000 word count, dystopian angst, posted 2014]

Scars by lemonsorbae [NC-17, 148,000 word count, young adults - punk!dean, nerd!cas, posted 2018]

Three Funerals and a Wedding by engaldnwouldfall [M, 25,300 word count, friends to lovers, LARPing, posted 2016]

True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [NC-17, 72,000 word count, modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast, posted 2016]

Unsolicited verse by dangerousnotbroken [NC-17, 68,700 word count, 5 works, posted 2016-18, smut smut smut]

Unwritten by porcupinegirl [NC-17, 75,800 word count, a/b/o, alpha/alpha pairing, posted 2015]

3. Lastly, for all fans who watched SPN finale and were left with a raging wtf was that? feeling, here’s 4 fics where Dean and Cas did a better job at restoring Heaven and 2 fics where living with disability was not the end of the world.

The Dance of Inanna by peppermintwind [NC-17, 106,000 word count, humor and adventures, posted 2012]

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by amarillogrande [M, 22,200 word count, Dean arrives in Heaven and meets his loved ones, posted  2014]

Holy!Dean Verse by bunnycaccool [NC-17, 120,300 word count, 5 works, very Dean centric, posted 2011-15]

These Are Not Real Problems by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 30,500 word count, post godstiel Cas arrives in Heaven, posted 2011]

The Breath Of All Things by kismetjeska [T, 65,400 word count, Dean in a wheelchair, posted 2013]

Kingdom Come by cheesewithmy [M/NC-17, 97,700 word count, Dean has a prosthetic arm, posted 2014]

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check out our Pride posts for more fics that explore sexuality  - Pride 2017, Pride 2018, Pride 2019 and Pride 2020.

Still can’t decide which destiel fic to read? Try this brand new random fic generator created by @deanwinchestergender​  (not affiliated with DFF) or try Random button on our blog - top right corner and the sidebar (see this post )

also, check out the latest destiel fanart at our sister blog  @destielfanworks​ - Cas with rainbow wings can be found on #cas with wings tag and fanart that was created after 15x18 can be found on #destiel 2020 and #theysilencedyou tags, we also have a general #season 15 tag.

and here’s another destiel fic rec list for new fans by a destiel fic writer and a long time contributor to our blog, our friend  @no-gorms​ aka Annie D (scaramouche)

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[vaicomcas]

What Castiel sees

So I learned that infrared photography exists, and got to thinking about how Castiel (and angels in general) must be able to see in all the different wavelengths that humans can't see. The world he sees, must be so different from what we do.

--in microwave, which is the background light that fills the universe, he would see light coming from all directions when he looks up at the sky, whether night or day.

--in UV, he would see hidden patterns on flowers, birds' feathers, etc. He would see exaggerated view of the freckles that people seem to be obsessed with.

--he certainly can see in x-ray as he carved such detailed warding on the ribs of the Winchesters

--In infrared, trees and grasses may be white, people have extra dark pupils and airy greyish irises, everything has a airy and spooky beauty to it.

Can he see them all at once?

Can he pick and choose different parts of the electromagnetic spectrum with which to see? So he can see what humans see, or what cats see, or what bees see?

Can he choose a very narrow band of wavelength, and see the world only in a specific hue of blue?

If I was an artist, I would paint a series of "what Castiel sees", perhaps of the world, perhaps of his people, perhaps when he looks in the mirror, but with visions that encompass all the wavelengths of celestial intent.

couple of examples of infrared photography above.

[babesonly]

fic recs 2.0!

hello kings (gn) ive got significantly more fic than last time which means this is gonna be a little more organized than the last post bc it is much longer <3 categories in order are non casefic canonverse, casefic/roadtrip fic, finale fixits, endverse, non supernatural aus, and then non destiel ones. titles will be in bold for my favs! also within each category they’re in order from shortest to longest

Canonverse

I’m a tulip in a cup by godtiering (1.2k)

I worry that I never really came back from hell. I wonder why, if I got remade by heaven, I’m still the same screwed up kid that I always was.

Sometimes I worry I’m not into women at all.

"Guess not,” he looks at his shoes.

a REALLY good fic that’s basically just a look inside dean’s head during my bloody valentine do not read this looking for a fun time but please do read it

on vessels by flightsofangels (1.9k)

“You know,” Cas mutters into Dean’s bare skin. “When I was still… an angel, I used to dream that I would take you as my vessel.”

hello consumehimnatural fans!!!!! read newt’s fic right now its incredible

dean winchester is not a nicholas sparks protagonist by microcomets (1.9k)

Dean fell in love with Cas the way you fall asleep--slowly, and then all at once. Or some other hackneyed and trite bullshit. God, this is embarrassing.

dean is in LOVE. he’s also a disaster who keeps staring at cas’ hands. sigh

Stay by aeli_kindara (2.5k)

Coda to 13.06 (Tombstone). In which Castiel reckons with the aftermath of Dean's grief.

hello fellow widow arc fans <3 click here to see cas find out abt the events of advanced thanatology !

walking on a string by swordfishtrombones (2.7k)

Between the doomed offensive at the Firmament and the impending retreat from the ravaged northeast border, Castiel left camp long enough to answer one of Dean Winchester's prayers.

S6 DEAN IS A WAR WIFE. been really into early seasons deancas lately and this one is very good. god

the flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k)

Ezekiel 39:17 "you shall eat the flesh of the mighty and drink the blood of the princes of the earth."

MY GOD. anyone who saw the @autisticandroids​ purgatory cannibalism talk and was interested read this right now. also anyone who enjoyed nbc hannibal OR raw (2016). if romantic cannibalism is remotely aligned with your interests read this right now. god

Sam Winchester, Ally At Law by alittleduck (3.3k)

Sam was pretty sure he could read every single gay friendly guide to coming out or supporting queer family members ever written and literally none of them would even imply that arguing with gay people that they were actually just homophobic constituted as "ally behavior". However, Sam was equally sure that none of those book authors had found themselves accidentally watching their brother get pounded by an Angel of the Lord at 9 am on Tuesday, so Sam was pretty sure he might actually still have the higher ground. Now, if only Jack would stop trying to bond with Dean using gay slurs long enough for Sam to convince everyone of that, he might just be able to cobble together some remnant of sanity or, failing that, dignity.

Or, the one where Sam desperately wants to invent PFLAG but Dean won't stop teaching Jack gay slurs

JACK VOICE HEY COCKSUCKERS. 

hummed low by microcomets (3.3k)

Dean pulls the Impala over at a cider barn about thirty miles out; doesn't really think about it, just sees the hokey orange lettering off the roadside and lets his hands guide the Impala off the interstate with gravel spitting under the wheels.

they get a nice day out together and dean has a gay crisis and it’s written beautifully mwah

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi (3.9k)

In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.

sometimes i think about this fic and it hits that at this point dean and cas would have been married for more than a year. cas my beloved...

an exploration of gender; angelic by sometimeswelose (4k)

Castiel's true form is made of electromagnetic radiation. He has spent the majority of his life, if you really want to add it all up and average the whole thing out, as a wavelength of celestial intent.

The thing about being made of light: it's light in the physics sense of the word. Castiel's waves are gamma, x-ray, micro, and radio. He's visible light too, of course, a visible light so intense that it is blinding to most humans.

hello trans cas community <3 he’s literally trans he was assigned genderless and then went hm actually i will be a man! love of my life

Some Boys are Sleeping Alone by prosopopeya (4.2k)

This isn't something that's okay, not for him, but it chases him through the years until it turns into something he can't -- doesn't want to deny. 

ohhh deans tenuous relationship with his sexuality my beloved...

love. worship. consummation. consumption. by redeyedwrath (4.3k)

ConsumehimNatural (copyright marcusantonius) the Series!

These are all snapshots centered around the idea of you know. Hunger in Supernatural. Both carnal hunger and other kinds. Fics are shown in semi-chronological order but this series is generally nebulously early seasons.

for ANYONE who is a consumehimnaturual this is required reading it is INCREDIBLE and gorgeous and very visceral and i am so very obsessed with it. thank you redeyedwrath for enabling my brainrot

the reach of human sense by perilously (4.5k)

“You know what Jimmy Novak looked like. You think he was beautiful—gorgeous, hot, all of it. It’s him. Not me. This isn’t my face.”

“But,” Dean says. He doesn’t know where he’s going with it. Just that Cas’ face is right there, brows drawn together and cheekbones gleaming in the lamplight. It’s a face that’s made his heart skip probably a couple hundred beats collectively since they met.

And it used to belong to someone else.

this one is just very nice <3 cas gets uncomfortable w dean calling him attractive since dean has never seen his trueform and they work it out

Down in the River by Ias (4.7k)

Alone in Purgatory and hunted by Leviathans, Castiel finds himself praying to the one person who can't hear him.

cas i love you <3 cas alone in purgatory praying to dean bc dean is the only thing he still worships i love you so much

Creature of Habit by trinityofone (5.1k)

The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well.

written in s5 when cas was depowered and completely nails the later seasons bitchy husbands dynamic it’s very good and fun <3

sink by crackers4jenn (5.4k)

"Where to?" A 9.06 coda.

very bittersweet very well written and also canon compliant so do not go into this one looking for a happy ending but i DO recommend it it’s very good

Sensational by castiowl (6.1k)

“When I first came to earth, it was advised that we temper the senses bound to our vessels. They were a distraction, we were told. An antiquated form of experiencing existence that would hinder our ability to complete our missions, whatever that may be. My true form can better facilitate these experiences. What you would recognize as heightened senses of sight and sound, among other things.”

Or, how Dean helps Cas experience all five human senses for the first time in one night.

early seasons deancas man. i love the sound part i love dean being so worried about doing a good job with this. god. read this please

Something to Protect by Sass_Master (6.2k)

Dean’s violent reaction to being unexpectedly woken has become something of a running joke among them, but Castiel can’t help but look past it to the underlying cause. It makes him ache to think that Dean feels so unsafe, so persecuted, before he’s even fully conscious.

Secretly, Castiel has been determined to work on that, to ease Dean into awareness in a less jarring way, smooth away one of the many stresses that follow him even in sleep. Now’s as good a time as any to try.

oh to sleep more soundly in the presence of someone you love...this fic is very nice i enjoyed it a lot

all this and heaven too by ftmsteverogers (7k)

“Hey,” Dean said. “I’m not ashamed of you, okay?”

Cas raised skeptical eyes to meet his.

“I mean it,” Dean insisted.

“I understand you mean it,” Cas said. “But I don’t think it’s any better if you’re only ashamed of yourself.”

hello trans dean community here is 7k of trans dean having to deal with his internalized homophobia now that he’s sleeping with cas <3 it is SO good

The wilderness. by orange_crushed (8k)

He takes a shower and the pressure is not especially good, but it doesn’t matter. It’s warm and he stands under the spray a long time. Human skin, he knows, constantly renews itself, shedding the dead cells of the epidermis. He wonders how long it will take until he is an entirely new person, until every cell on his surface is a new one. He looks at his hands under the water. It might take less than a month.

this might be the only post 9x03 fic on here with a happy ending actually? plenty of good melancholy leading up to it though <3 canon divergent after 9x03 though which means no 9x06 fanfiction gap but it is absolutely worth reading

till the juice runs by deathbanjo (8.4k)

Apparently whoever drew up the venn diagram of Dean’s sex life decided the circle labelled ‘good sex’ and the one labelled ‘sex with men’ should be kept far apart.

hello this one is SO funny dean finally gets comfortable enough with his bisexuality to start having sex with men and it goes so very bad every time so sorry about your shitty choices beloved </3

First Date by aeli_kindara (8.9k)

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

this one is very sweet i liked it a lot <3 good refreshing little fic where they just get to have a nice evening together

Entertaining Strangers by cadignan (9k)

Dean settles on to his side, lying in the bed facing Castiel. “So you had sex without me and you bit all my moves. I think I deserve to hear about it, at least. What was her name?”

op im in love with you. premise is established relationship deancas and cas mentions he did have sex before dean and not only that it was a threesome. good for him <3 this fic is cas describing the story of what led up to the threesome and what happened during it while dean interrupts regularly. incredible

the shape you take by noviembre (10k)

“What?” Dean says, fake-offended. “I’d be hot as a girl, you know I would.”

And this is when he really, really should have stopped talking. When he shouldn't have whipped back around and asked, “Cas, if I was a woman, you’d fuck me, right?”

Because if he hadn’t said that, then he wouldn’t have had to deal with this:

Cas, meeting his eyes, forehead wrinkles all smoothed out like there’s nothing to be confused about anymore. Cas with something at the corner of his mouth that might barely be called a smile.

Cas saying, calmly and without hesitation, “Yes, Dean.”

--

Dean Winchester fucks around and, with the inadvertent help of some witches, Finds Out.

dean winchester your gender is diabolical. this fic is insane and its the only thing that matters actually. dean fully convinced its normal and straight to think about being a woman so you can fuck your male friend. incredible. op im proposing to you

Sinnerman by a_good_soldier (10k)

Dean listens to Nina Simone, reads Anne Carson, and makes out with a dude (sort of).

yall want to read about dean realizing he’s in love with a man as a direct result of learning to better respect women right?

you’re fooling yourself by cowboydeanwinchester (13k)

Dean Winchester and Castiel retire from hunting to raise baby Jack. Dean struggles to allow himself the things he truly wants.

Jack is two, Castiel and Dean are idiots, and Sam's gotta solve everyone's problems.

love a married couple who doesn’t know they’re married <3 everyone say thank you sam for bullying dean 

The Girlfriend Experience by rageprufrock (15k)

While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

a classic for good fucking reason. we’ve all talked about dean thinking holding hands is too gay after having just had gay sex but my personal favorite was sam accusing dean of cheating on cas because dean bought condoms. incredible

No Kingdom To Come by domesticadventures (16k)

“We should fuck,” Dean says.

Cas looks up from where he sits on his bed, hair still damp from the shower, frowning as he places a finger on the page of his book to mark where he left off.

There are a million things Cas could say here; Dean has rehearsed them. After lunch, his restlessness had given way to a vague panic, a dread that matched his every step and crept along with him from room to room. Eventually, he had returned to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth, playing out all the possible scenarios. When Cas asks him Why? or Are you being serious? or when he sighs and says, in that way he has, Dean, he knows exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to shrug casually, like he isn’t invested in the answer, like he isn’t desperate for an outlet, and say, Why not? He’s going to raise an eyebrow and say, What, are you not interested? He’s going to crowd into Cas’ personal space, he’s going to shove himself right up in there and whisper Cas against his ear.

Instead, Cas says, carefully, “Okay.”

literally the only quarantine fic i’ve ever bothered to read in any fandom and completely worth it it’s SO good. they become fwb and dean has an existential crisis and he keeps bringing up meaninglessness and death during sex

Bodies by Speary (18k)

It was a secret they never acknowledged even with each other. It would change everything, end everything if either of them ever dropped the act. So they became very good at acting, at keeping up the lie that gave them what they wanted. Even if that lie involved constantly seeking out temporary, consenting female vessels, Cas would do it. He told himself it was worth it for Dean. He just hoped that he could stop wanting more, or maybe one day Dean might stop pretending that he wasn't really sleeping with Cas every time.

i don’t even have anything to add tbh if that summary did not immediately make you click we are very different this fic is incredible. god. fellas do you ever make yourself a woman so you can fuck the man you love without him having to talk about it or confront his sexuality

it’s such a mystery (the way you know me) by fleeceframe (20k)

So the man crouching in front of Castiel is named Dean. He wonders if that’s supposed to mean something to him.

“Cas must’ve got hit with something earlier. He just dropped like a sack of fucking potatoes a minute ago. By the time I was checking on him, he had already woken up again, but now he doesn’t fucking know who we are.”

“I’m right here you know,” Castiel says testily.

Sam’s eyes are wide even as his eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks between Dean and Castiel again.

“What do you remember, Cas?”

“Firstly, that I’m not Cas. I don’t know who Cas is, but it’s not me. I don’t know who either of you are, either."

or the one where castiel is hit with a memory curse that makes him forget the winchester brothers and is stunned to find out he has a family... also why can't he stop thinking about dean?

BEST amnesia fic oh my god. cas my beloved you deserve the world. everyone read this that is not a request.

More Than Ever by Sass_Master (20k)

Dean’s getting some pancakes together for breakfast when Cas saunters in after a run.

He’s trying to focus on whisking batter, unfairly distracted by Cas a few feet away, breathing heavily and shining with perspiration. Dean’s been painfully aware for a long time that Cas is pretty easy on the eyes, but he’s used to seeing Cas buttoned-up and unflappable, looking straight-laced in a stiff oxford and an unflattering trenchcoat.

Now Cas is sweating, Dean’s borrowed t-shirt clinging to his skin, flushed from exertion and Dean really can’t deal with that in his kitchen right now.

this entire series is really good i enjoyed it a lot, i’m just putting this one specifically on the list bc the rest of the series is very explicit and this is really good as a standalone for anyone who wouldn’t be into the rest of the series!!

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous (20k)

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."

Who the fuck was this bitchy "warrior of God" doing talking to him like that? Fuck Cas-tee-el and his dumbass trench coat and abrasive motherfucking attitude.

Dean was done with this shit.

***

Wherein a monster of the week steals the essence of Castiel's vessel, so he must use Dean, recently raised from hell, as a vessel instead.

it is at this point i realize that there are more fics than i expected there to be on this list that involves a threesome with only two people/using the presence of a female body to act like what’s happening is heterosexual. deangirlism is a disease 

I Shall Not Want by domesticadventures (20k)

His grace is burning out, and the wasteland it leaves inside him becomes an echo chamber for all the memories, all the fear and doubt and self-loathing he's collected over the years. Things said and done hound him on endless repeat until he's convinced they’ll break through his skin and fill the silence of the bunker.

His head is killing him, and he sits hunched over an open book, not really reading, just digging his fingers into his skull and praying nothing slips through the cracks.

this one is GORGEOUS i love it so so much. dean and cas are both struggling so much to get by and they’re trying to support each other but fucking it up and they have to grow together and learn to cope with the fact that this is where their lives are and they fall in love i need everyone to read this

To Boldly Go by 8daysuntiltheapocalypseiguess (24k)

Title: Just One of Those Things Author: Impala67 Series: TOS Rating: M Summary: Four years into their five-year mission, and all the planets start to look the same.

In which Dean is not Gene Roddenberry, but he does write Star Trek fanfiction.

mx winchester writing star trek fanfiction to process his own trauma <3 this is a wip but it’s SO good and i also have not consumed a single piece of star trek media so it IS definitely readable to anyone who isn’t a star trek fan. please read this

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo (30k)

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

this is on here just for the 1.5 people who were putting off this one like i did for no reason. it’s extremely good and it is just gentle. i enjoyed it a lot

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

yall ever wonder what it would’ve been like if the sam and dean arrest storyline in s12 was interesting? yeah <3

Teaching Poetry to Fish by aeli_kindara (52k)

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean.

(A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

cas learning about humanity through poetry before dean and thats what led to him developing enough emotion to be lobotomized....cas i love you so much

Emergence by ellispark (58k)

Something’s been missing from Dean’s life for the past three years, a void left after a hunt gone terribly wrong. He often feels a sense of longing with no discernible cause, a need to talk to someone who isn’t there.

A call from an acquaintance leads Dean to James Novak, a man who disappeared more than a decade ago, and suddenly Dean gets the feeling he’s found what he’s been missing. But James isn’t really James — he’s the angel Castiel, who’s wanted by angels, demons and hunters alike. And he may be at the center of the storm that wrecked Dean’s life all those years ago.

another cool amnesia fic!! for unknown reasons everyone forgot cas three years ago but cas didn’t forget anything. cas deserves so much love and support. god

a turn of the earth by microcomets (95k)

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

cas getting to meet and fall in love with pre hell dean just as much as he loves the dean he already knows oh my GOD. i love this fic so much. turn of the earth my beloved

Crossing Lines by sometimeswelose (122k)

Two Deans, one Cas - it's not as sexy as it sounds

Or

An ethics lesson from Hell

Or

The one where Dean from the past meets Dean in the present. They're not sure they like each other very much.

deans intense self hatred vs cas’ unwavering love for every version of dean oh my GOD also this is a wip fair warning but it’s so worth waiting for updates i’m having such a great time with this one i cannot wait to see how it gets ended

Plot Holes by saltyfeathers (160k)

Of course it wasn’t over after the apocalypse.

There was season six. Then there was season seven. Against all expectations, there was season eight. There were the alphas and purgatory, and then the Leviathans, and then the angels fell. Enter season nine. Loose threads Metatron, Abaddon, and Crowley have to be tied up. Sam, Dean, and Cas have to try to tie them while at the same time dealing with their evolving relationships and newfound graceless states.

Amidst all the chaos, someone has started publishing the Supernatural novels again. Convinced there’s something amiss in the pages, Charlie starts her own quest to suss out the truth behind the Winchester Gospels.

With the help of various faces, old and new, they must now not only deal with the typical runs of demons and recently fallen angels, but also reconcile the battles raging inside themselves, as the fate of the world, once again, quite literally lays in the palm of their hands.

saltyfeathers said i WILL make the plot holes in this show mean something because the showrunners are sure as shit never gonna adress them ! and i thank them for it bc this was a really cool read

Casefic/Roadtrip Fic

Deprived Of Every Planet by KelpietheThundergod (9k)

Dean's breathing is audible in the scant space between them, irregular. The motel room is dark, pale blue shadows falling in through the gaps in the blinds. Throwing a pattern of uneven white stripes over the bunched up covers. Over Dean's fingers twisted in the sheets. One half of him in shadow, softened by the dark. The heat of his skin. The tremble of him under Castiel's touch.

He caresses a hand over Dean's chest, slowly. Dean's mouth falls open, his body arching into Castiel's touch. Castiel stops over Dean's heart. Through the fever of his desire, he rejoices about the wonder of experiencing another's heartbeat through one's own senses.

Dean gasps, but then he turns his face away and towards the dark. Eyes closed tight and brows furrowed like something is hurting him.

Castiel stills.

“Dean?”

the case is background on this one but it Does take place over the course of a case so im putting it here. god touchstarved dean trying so hard to work through his shit for cas head in my hands i love this fic so much

before and after breakfast by spocklee (10k)

The monster of the week is a ghost who hates meat, alcohol, and feeling yourself. Guess who it is during the commercials.

chapter 2 of this one.....god. dean and cas you are both so unwell <3 i love everything abt this fic everyone read it now

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon (15k)

Dean’s always known things were headed this way. He just figured getting dragged under would be cleaner and easier than jumping in feet-first.

fics that make you go Oh they love each other...also there’s lesbians in it literally what else could you want.

thunder road by dothraki_shieldmaiden (20k)

After Chuck is defeated and the Winchesters settle into life without God, Dean Winchester is bored.

OR: Dean and Cas take a road trip and figure out some stuff along the way.

this fic is just like. it’s kind! this fic is kind it’s just a pleasant experience and i enjoyed it thoroughly. they’re in love and it’s good

Suck It, Judy Garland by GlitterDwarf, midrashic (20k)

It had to be St. Louis. Or, the one where Sam and Cas get fake married for a case, and Dean loses his mind.

actually im gonna defend dean here imagine youre dean and cas gives what definitely sounded like a deathbed love confession while making eye contact with you and then immediately afterwards fake dates your brother. who among us would not have been a bitch about this

best friends without benefits by lizbobjones (20k)

It’s nearing three a.m. and they’ve been on the road a long time. Sam’s been asleep in the back seat since eleven. Giving up and handing the wheel over to Cas and letting the guy who doesn’t sleep drive had seemed like a good idea.

the premise of this fic is so funny. cas voice dean you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid. everyone read this

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo (22k)

This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.

alt version of getting rid of the mark of cain, the darkness never happens. this one is VERY heavy but it’s so good and it has a hopeful ending. ive read this one twice and loved it both times

Someone Who’s Feeling For Me by ellispark (45k)

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

hello op please contact me. please contact me and let me see the inside of your brain. this fic was an unparalleled experience and everyone should also go through it. i love it so very much

Bumper Cars by mansikka (111k)

Two teenagers are missing from an abandoned carnival, and there’s enough to raise suspicion that their disappearance involves a ghost. Dean, Sam, and Cas arrive in town to investigate, though what they find leads them away from those teenagers, and on the trail of a ghost story that churns up things from their past.

Can newly-human Cas, and Dean, with the help of shipper!Sam, work out the mystery behind the abandoned carnival and its ghost, and along the way, figure out the riddle that is them?

one of my absolute fav case fics it forces dean to confront some aspects of johns parenting and work through some shit and also him and cas fall in love and it’s really well done. love this one a lot <3

Finale Fix-its/Finale Denial

Sorry Jimmy by K_K_TiBal (2.1k)

Based on the tumblr textpost:

jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

this one is just extremely funny. local midwestern heterosexual man is forced to play relationship counselor to the dumbest gay people in existence because one of them wore his face

Dean Winchester Really Needs To Make Some Gay Friends by AreYouReady (2.2k)

“Like, I’m trying to think if I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. If I ever had a gay thing before you came along and just didn’t notice,” Dean said.

Cas suddenly looked down, and away from Dean. If Dean didn’t know better, he would swear Cas looked guilty.

“What is it, Cas?”

“You have had several… gay things before.” Cas still wouldn’t look at him.

“What? When? How come you know this better than I do?”

There was no way the answer to this question wasn’t funny as hell.

dean learning about gay ppl via the memories of dean smith...incredible.

tiny difference (between ending and starting to begin) by sunforgrace (2.4k)

Sometimes Dean catches Cas staring at the sky.

It doesn’t happen often. Not when Dean’s around to tell, anyway. But often enough that he starts to notice.

Eventually Dean starts to recognize the pattern.

Cas just doesn’t watch the sky. He watches the birds.

Chuck is gone, Cas is human, and the world is safe. In the quiet aftermath Dean and Castiel find each other again.

i really don’t have much to say abt this one it is just very good and they love each other so much

Bring Home by cenotaphy (3.8k)

Dean's phone doesn't ring on the drive back to the Bunker, but that's okay. Because—well, maybe Cas lost his cell, what with getting shuffled back and forth between a cosmic void dimension and all. And anyway, Dean doesn't want this conversation to happen over the phone, he wants to—he wants to talk to Cas face-to-face. They should talk face-to-face.

Dean will tell him—

Dean doesn't know what he'll tell Cas. Dean is, in fact, terrified by how utterly and completely he does not know what he'll say to Cas.

cas being forced to face the consequences of sending the risky text that was despair <3

dean’s coworkers vs the heteronormative agenda by cowboydeanwinchester (4.1k)

Dean started working at a local auto repair shop in Lebanon, Kansas about a year ago. His coworkers don't know much about him. Except that he has a wife. Or maybe he doesn't. But he has a kid. Who is either a toddler or a high schooler. Who is either named Jack or Sammy. He also might have a best friend named Cas, but that also might be his wife.

Truth is nobody knows what to make of Dean.

obsessed w people not knowing a single fucking thing about dean because he talks so much and never explains anything. this fic is SO funny

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.8k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

the empty playing mind games on an awake cas bc it can’t put him to sleep is a thing i like a lot and this is very very good 

Speak Silence No More by rea_sunshine (8.1k)

When Dean imagined this moment, it went like this:

Dean bursts into the Empty—guns blazing, chin high, righteous anger coursing through him. No matter what form his plans and fantasies and whiskey-drunk-whispered-promises took, he is always, always successful. When he imagined it, he was finally the hero Cas deserved.

The reality of the moment is this:

It’s fucking cold.

dean and cas STILL managing to not communicate with each other properly after the confession is so funny to me and this fic does it really well. also i like that a human being in the empty, where humans do NOT belong, had some like. consequences

my heart is a compass by lagaudiere (10k)

“There you are,” the Empty says, in Dean’s voice. It’s cold, like Dean’s eyes are cold, his expression set in contempt. It’s the expression Cas feared, he realizes, all the times he thought about saying it. Revulsion. It makes him feel sick in the way that goes beyond physical, here where there is nothing physical left.

The moment before it happened had been so sweet it covered up all the hurt. For years, Cas had been holding back those words, biting down on his tongue to keep from saying them. And now he had said it, and he knew that it was good, knew that it was worth it. But on the other side there is only this.

--

In the Empty, Cas dreams of his regrets, until someone comes looking for him.

one of thee best dean rescues cas from the empty fics out there i love the way his memories are written i love how many of them were ones that this fic came up with to give me new things to have brainworms over instead of just making me more fixated on He Watched Him Rake Leaves than i already am

killing time by orestespdf (11k)

It's been four years since Dean saved Cas from the Empty and confessed his feelings in return, and in their Vermont lakehouse, the retired couple is now learning how to heal. One morning, Dean gives Cas a haircut.

(A character study of Castiel.)

perfect fic perfect fic no notes no complaints they love each other so much and now dean is giving cas a haircut and they’re spending the day together. god.

and every time we kiss, i swear i can fly by knameless (14k)

Every time, Dean tells himself it’s the last.

--

aka, twelve times dean and cas kiss.

a just boy best friends kiss for every season <3 mwah

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

mediawhore i am in LOVE with you oh my god this fic. this fic. dean taking care of cas after rescuing him dean wrapping cas in a blanket oh my GOD

swimming with the fish pond fish by februyuri (17k)

Some time between Dean bleeding out on a makeshift hook in a barn in Ohio and Sam making marshmallows on his funeral pyre, Dean was brought back to life. By Castiel. Again. Dean agreed to it if only to give Jack time to work out the glitches up top. So, now Dean’s back in the land of the living and things are ... actually good, for once.

Or, as good as they can be when demons are attacking Earth, Dean’s failing to get over why he died in the first place, and Cas is suddenly, inexplicably taking every opportunity to casually tell Dean that he loves him.

this is a wip! but it is so good and so worth the read i love it a lot and am very excited for the last chapter. it IS pretty heavy though dean has a LOT to work through

looking like a true survivor (feeling like a little kid) by courfeyrac (20k)

"Jack’s a clever kid—has been ever since he was born, maybe even before that—but Dean’s pretty sure he hasn’t figured out where they’re going yet. And Dean’s… Dean’s excited about it. He remembers planning surprises for Sammy when they were little—saving up quarters and sneaking off to the arcade the year he turned seven, or slipping a book Dean had seen Sammy admiring into his jacket before sprinting out of the store the year he turned twelve. There was only so much Dean could give him back then, hindered by lack of finances and transportation and a father who paid attention. Now, though, Dean’s got a wallet full of cash, a tank full of gas, and the freedom to give his kid the kind of birthday he deserves."

Or, it's Jack's fourth birthday, and the kid wants to go to Build-A-Bear.

EVERYONE READ THIS RIGHT NOW. that is not a request this fic undid me. oh my god. oh my god. they’re a family and they’re going to build a bear and they love each other. oh my god. also no it isn’t a baby jack fic he is 4 and he is also alcal

what’s missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles (27k)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

~~~

"But have you ever just met someone and maybe it wasn't from the first moment, maybe it was after all these other moments that meant more than you ever expected them to, and it seems like your soul just—just—" Kaia makes a helpless gesture with her hands, pushing out, and she breathes out loudly. "Like it can finally exhale. And that person isn't guaranteed to make you happy, but they're—they're important. You just know it, you can't even escape it, you can't let them go. Ever met someone like that, Dean?"

"I—" Dean halts, his mouth hanging open. He's looking at Kaia, who's looking at him, and his heart is fluttering in his throat like a caged bird aching to soar again. His mind threatens to spiral out of control, but he focuses, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Um. I—yeah, I have."

deancas AND dreamhunter we love to see it also dean DOES smoke weed with kaia and apologizes for pulling a gun on her what more could you want in a fic

Command Me To Be Well by prospopeya (28k)

Dean did a lot of thinking about when and how he would get Cas back. Months of it, actually, stretching into a year, because while Sam and Eileen were settling into their new lives, Dean was stuck. He was stuck in a faraway corner of the bunker, dark and empty and hollow, ringing with the sound of a vibrating phone.

So when he falls to his knees in that same room, exhausted, hurting, breathless, and he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Cas, he realizes that he doesn't have a single clue about what to do now. Getting Cas out had been easy--actually, it'd been the opposite of that--but the planning of it, the methodical desperation of one attempt after the other had been a familiar rhythm. It'd been soothing almost, solid, something to focus on that wasn't Cas's eyes, watery and jubilant in a way Dean hadn't ever seen that up close on anyone, let alone Cas.

And now Cas is pulling him to his feet, and Dean's stumbling, and he instinctually grabs Cas's arm, and his hand lights up with a fire that he isn't prepared for.

"Hello, Dean."

oh post despair lack of communication....oh dean refusing to work through his feelings...this fic is incredible i love it everyone who enjoys dean doing everything in his power to avoid talking about feelings up to and including having sex with the guy who’s in love with him multiple times should read this

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.

SOBSICLES TATTOO FIC MY BELOVED. dean grieving and getting tattoos and it turns into tattoo therapy. im SO in love with mitzi it’s insane. requires some suspension of disbelief for how long a tattoo takes but it’s an incredible fic and an unparalleled experience. sobsicles does not miss

ascend by quiettewandering (53k)

Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?

SUPER cool concept i liked this a lot i’m pretty sure everyone’s read it already but just in case someone hasn’t you absolutely should

oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by sobsicles (62k)

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.

~~~

"You don't understand," Dean whispers, exhaling shakily. "I know you don't, because even I don't. The instant you were gone, I wanted you back. Cas, I wanted you back. I wanted—I wanted—"

Cas stares at him, searching his face. After a moment, his own face falls slack, eyes widening just so. "Oh," he breathes out.

Dean wants to be furious that Cas has figured it out before he has—whatever it is—but he's not even that surprised. Cas knows him too well, always has, even more than Dean knows himself. He's been kicking Dean in the goddamn teeth with how deeply he understands him, even about the things Dean doesn't, ever since they first met. You don't think you deserve to be saved, that's what Cas had said. All bundled up in impossibilities and power, this being that looked at Dean Winchester and knew every single inch of him, as if he had a right to each part.

"What?" Dean grits out.

"I love you, too."

the ONLY heaven fic. i do not read heaven fics bc i refuse to budge in my finale denialism i refuse to read fic where it is accepted that dean dies. i was hesitant to read this but god im glad i did it was so good. literally the best possible outcome of dean dying

Endverse

final fantasy. by orange_crushed (1.9k)

“If I’d actually been born human, would I have gotten sick like everyone else? Would I be running around gnawing on the neighbors?” Castiel tilts his head up and even from here Dean can see the black ring of his pupils, wide and dark as dead stars. He’s high as fuck and he’s been loading the guns for forty-five minutes. He stares into the space where Dean is. He smiles and shows his teeth. “Maybe you’d have already put a bullet in my head.”

"This is why you don’t lead storytime anymore," Dean says. "This kind of shit."

endverse last night on earth fics are something that can be so personal actually. god

The Last Song by Moorishflower (3.5k)

The very last song is the Song of Solomon, and Castiel sings it only for Dean. Set in "The End."

this is like. pre endverse and the tone is so like. wistful? is the best word ive got? it’s gorgeous i love it but fair warning there is graphic description of like. viscera and infected wounds

to think that we could stay the same by cipherwriter (6.5k)

cas has all he needs; himself, his creation, and enough power to continue this cycle for a long time. he's fine. dean wants to take care of him anyway.

oh my GOD this one is good it’s based off the thing of how originally endverse cas was supposed to be just sitting in a room killing and resurrecting the same cockroach over and over. very bittersweet at some points i love it a lot, do not read it if youre looking for something happy though lmao

the first church at the end of the world by withbloodstainedclothingon (11k)

The angels don’t eat the brain. Only Croats do that.

this one is fucked but it’s incredible it contains very heavy and violent subject matter and cas is an Actual cult leader he doesn’t just have orgies it is SO well done and i had a great time reading it i recommend it very highly if the warnings sound like something you can stomach

Down to Agincourt by seperis (1.1 million. i know. yes it’s a wip)

There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.

The outcome's known. Why try? Return your rusty sword to battered sheath, bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why take the field when you cannot win the war? But Harry -- he went down to Agincourt.

PLEASE. i know the length is intimidating i KNOW it’s a very long fic but please. please read down to agincourt i am begging you. head in my HANDS this series is incredible.

Non Supernatural AUS

Long-Term Relationship by bendingsignpost (2.7k)

Castiel says, budging over to make room for Dean on the couch, “I thought we should have a serious talk about our relationship.”

Reflexively, Dean laughs.

Castiel does not.

“Uh, Cas... you know we’re not dating, right?”

look man it’s bendingsignpost okay. it’s bendingsignpost it’s good and it’s sweet and you should read it

One White Lie by komodobits (11k)

Castiel takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. He doesn’t need to run through what he’s going to say – he’s already planned and edited and rehearsed it a thousand times. He is going to ask Dean Winchester out to dinner. If it’s not too forward, he’ll say, perfectly charming. You see, I’ve seen you around the neighbourhood and you always seem so earnest and I’d really like to get to know you bette— The door swings open, and Castiel panics.

He intends to excuse himself. He means to apologise and come back some other time. However, in a moment of blind fear, what comes out of his mouth instead are the words, “Could you spare a moment for Jesus Christ?”

do you ever pretend to be a jehovahs witness for months to hang out with the guy you like because you fucked up asking him out? yeah.

separate ways and sleeping dogs by sobsicles (53k)

Dean is three years sober when Cas comes back into town.

~~~

For a moment, they just stare at each other. Dean, once again, has to swallow the urge to offer to swallow something else. It's very hard to resist the gut-wrenching pull of want that hooks in his chest whenever he looks at Cas. And to think, he used to have him, used to be able to act on that want.

God, he's so fucking stupid.

Well, there's no point in kicking himself three years later for shit he can't change. He'll just sit right here and pretend that his fingers aren't twitching with the urge to reach out and touch. He can't do that anymore, and it's his own damn fault.

"Three years ago," Cas prompts.

Dean huffs a weak laugh. "Yeah. Eventful."

this fic hit me SO hard emotionally oh my god. don’t have much to say bc most of my thoughts on this fic are very personal but my god read this please

Everyone’s a Critic by Englandwouldfall (109k)

The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

this one is SO fun. dating the food critic who called your garlic bread closeted and lying about your career because you’re embarrassed and you want to redeem your food in his eyes but then you fall in love with him

Non Destiel Centric

gender? you mean that thing i have that pisses people off? by bigender dean winchester (homosexualitie) (946 words)

sam and dean paint each other's nails and dean abuses the technicalities of her gender. what more could you want? 

HELLO HE/SHE DEAN COMMUNITY oh my god the pure rush of euphoria reading this. oh my god. oh my god. 

the quiet road to a distant city by rottingbrains (1.2k)

Sam stares out the windshield again. They’re approaching a city, and she can see the lights in the distance. She’s past the danger zone, and she feels like the world around her reflects that in some way she can’t put into words- as if God is telling her that it’s okay. She did the right thing, and soon she will be past the lonely unknown and into the warm, forgiving light of acceptance. Or something. Come to think of it, the lights only look warm from far away, and she knows that the actual city will seem far less welcoming. Still. Best not to imagine the worst when it’s already going well.

required reading for transfem lesbian sam fans. fics that live in your ribcage to make your heart feel good

Four People Ruby Seduced & One She Actually Fell For (Or: Ruby's Epic Love Affair with Humanity in General and Sam in Specific) by tuesday (3.7k)

In which Ruby has a lot of sex, is not any kind of therapist that would be legal, and helps a few people out for her own reasons. (S4/S5 AU)

for everyone out there who enjoys ruby being a girlboss <3

Fractured Link by Trell (orphan_account) (5.5k)

Meg goes on, resolute despite the way Dean flinches, "He likes me. He likes me a lot, and I like him back, and that's probably good enough for both of us. But fuck me for saying so, Dean-o, he loves you, probably more than anything else on his daddy's green Earth, and you need to man up and give back what Clarence over there has been devoting to you for years."

this is meg/dean/cas which is not smth i really seek out but this was extremely good. set in s7 so it’s meg and dean and honey cas and it’s a lot of dean figuring his shit out and trying to forgive cas and i love meg a lot in this

[hetheysammy]

sam and dean really are just like damn i guess if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known!!!!

dean ended up with the celestial wavelength of intent that literally rebuilt him after he went to hell; the one had a whole best friends in love Thing with for over a decade; the one who knows him deepest, who has seen inside his soul and believes with all his heart that dean is beautiful and worthy of love.

and sam- sam, who was never able to be his full self in any relationship (human & nonhuman alike), ended up with a hunter, someone who knows the life and who knows what it's like to grow up with a loss you don't know how to grieve because it happened when you were too young to remember. someone who considered becoming a lawyer because it's what her mom did, someone who's been to hell and back (literally) just like him. eileen knows him, knows his flaws and traumas and dreams and wishes. above all she loves his goodness, his unending hope. she loves the way he gives so selflessly in pursuit of a better world- because that's what she does too.

they've submitted to being known and now they get to enjoy the rewards.... they get to just love and be loved :,)

[featherquillpen]

Reclist: Eldritch/Inhuman Castiel

My interest in Supernatural, such as it is, begins and ends with Castiel, a gay angel who is portrayed by known human being Misha Collins, but is shown by visual storytelling (shattering glass, fallen trees, dramatic lightning flashes) and in dialogue ("I am a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent", "my true body is the size of the Chrysler Building") to be an incorporeal nightmare monster who just so happens to have possessed a suburban dad. I am a monsterfucker who absolutely wanted to read about a terrifying eldritch gay angel, but I discovered to my great disappointment that most SPN fanwork portrays him as a quirky human man lightly dusted with halo spice.

However, I have managed to find some fanwork that gave me the many-eyed, mind-breaking, dorky gay possession spirit that I crave, and I thought I would share my finds with all my fellow alienfuckers. Also, for those alienfuckers who are not in this fandom (excellent life choice, by the way) I have marked with an asterisk (*) those fanworks that I think work well without any knowledge of SPN.

Fanart

Contra's trueform!Cas art

Contra's take on Cas's trueform is inspired and incredibly cute. I love how he draws Cas as his usual nearly expressionless human vessel, but then has a very expressive trueform expanding like a giant cloud of wings and eyes around him.

Carolina's trueform!Cas art

Carolina's take on Cas's trueform is very abstract and intriguing. In the example I linked, the blue and tan and white of Jimmy Novak's iconic outfit spill out in a chaos of triangles and wings and animal heads from Jimmy's body as Cas possesses him, as well as the red burn of Cas's handprint on Dean.

Friendly Pigeon's Giant Castiel series*

Friendly Pigeon heard Castiel say that his true form was the size of the Chrysler Building and decided to take that to its logical fanart conclusion. This art beautifully communicates the awe-inspiring scale of a cosmic being like Cas.

angel-derangement's trueform!Cas art*

This fanartist draws Cas so different every time, and so WEIRD that I am honestly inspired. These trueforms are inspired by everything from the lighting aisle at a hardware store to Lisa Frank. Feast your eyes.

Long Fanfic (>50k)

Cruel Angels* by orphan (107k)

The ultimate in eldritch!Cas. This author delivered to me everything I wanted: Cas walking the earth in a giant, freaky, many-headed form that sends everybody but Dean screaming for the hills. The sheer power, scale, and alienness of Castiel in this fic is unparalleled, and yet he always tries so hard to do the right thing, in his endearing way.

Cinderwings* by bendingsignpost (182k)

The Cas in this Cinderella-ish AU is technically not as alien as in most of the fics on this list, in that he is a corporeal humanoid being who just happens to have ginormous wings, but the fic does a great job of portraying Cas and angels in general as very culturally distinct from humans - a lot of the drama of this fic comes from Cas operating from totally different first principles than humans do.

So Says the Sword* by komodobits (85k)

An AU(-ish? it's complicated) where Dean says yes to being Michael's vessel, and Castiel is assigned to guard him. Castiel and Dean are basically locked in a holodeck together, under terrible circumstances, and bond with each other while they wait for the apocalypse. The Castiel POV is beautiful, his true form scene is awe-inspiring, and the fic is so poetically written in general.

Medium Fanfic (10 - 50k)

Broadway Musical* by Griftings

An exceedingly silly AU that includes references to Jewish angel lore, angels having three animal heads as per the Book of Revelation, and Cas having previously possessed a dinosaur as a vessel. I love that Cas has an internal conversation going with Jimmy throughout the fic, a stream of petty arguments and useful tips for playing human, which emphasizes how Cas is not his vessel.

closer (isn't close enough) by fleeceframe

A finale fix-it in which Cas is now an archangel. While Cas is roughly humanoid in this fic, you still get the immensity and power of his true nature. In this fic, he heals trauma damage directly from Dean and Sam's brains, and designs a heaven for bees, which is just... such wholesome weird angel content.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day by awed_frog (31k)

The description of Cas's true form in this story was so poetic and beautiful I actually cried. This fic captures the concept of the sublime: the feeling you get in prayer or in contemplation of nature that you are very small and the universe is vast and frightening and breathtaking.

Short Fanfic (<10k)

Fata morgana. by orange_crushed (7k)

Castiel in hell, searching for Dean, from demon!Bela's point of view. I love how Bela's demon senses can see Cas's Grace fading and warping in hell. Cas is also just so hopelessly sweet amidst the bleakness of this story.

diamond star halo by jad (5k)

Castiel possessing Dean, from Sam POV. I love fic where Cas possesses other vessels than Jimmy, because it emphasizes that Cas is not his vessel - he is an incorporeal entity who needs help from humans to interact in the human world. Castiel!Dean in this story is just so weird and I love it.

Everyone is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12 (8k)

A very weird eldritch Cas made of blade-feathers and spinning wheels and tentacles, AND it's hurt/comfort! I'm such a sucker for fic where a monstrous/alien character is hurt and receives comfort, because monsters deserve love and care, too.

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

snippetfic: Winter wonderland

You gotta promise me. You'll take care of yourself. And Jack. And, and Mom and Sammy, shit, shit. Shit. Cas. I'm sorry to put this on you. I'm so sorry.

It's beautiful here, Cas. The sun's going down and everything is still so bright, that way the sky gets when what's left of the light is reflecting off all the white, so peaceful except for, ha, there's a flock of cardinals off a ways, bursting up into the sky. All this snow -- it's a wonderland.

Deancas; s14 canon divergence (Empty deal? Who’s that?); angst with a happy ending. 

Heads up that the first part of this is in first person POV and then switches to third person on purpose. :)

For @winchester-reload​‘s winter writing challenge.

Okay, Cas, I'm just gonna talk. 

Pray.

Yeah, you know, talking is actually much more my thing. Yes, it is. Don't make that face, you know the one. Talking feels less silly.

All right. No, it doesn't, I'm out here by my-fucking-self, man. It's my fault, yes, and yet. If a tree falls in a forest and no-one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? If a guy is talking to his best friend when that -- what'd you call yourself once? Celestial wavelength of intent? -- angel is, like, no more than twenty miles away, will that angel get his feathered ass over here already?

Sorry. Sorry. I'm. It's fucking cold. I keep thinking about shit that's already happened. Stuff I've already said. 

Stuff I haven't.

Glitch in the matrix or some shit. If this is the episode's big dream sequence, the budget must be fifty cents and a pack of smokes.

Can't feel my fingers at the moment, or I'd get out my lighter. Not to smoke, of course, never got into that except a few times as a teenager. Lighting my hands on fire sounds like a plan, though, damn. But you see the problem, right, Cas? My hands are frozen, can barely move 'em. I'd fumble the lighter into one of these fucking snowbanks soon as I'd try to get it out of my jacket pocket, and then, no fires.

And there is nothing, I mean not a single damn thing, around that isn't covered in snow.

No, no, you're right. Third degree burns're probably not much better than frostbite. Potato, pah-tah-toe. I love potatoes, man, I wish I'd stolen twice as many fries off your plate last night.

I wish I'd--

Hooboy. Jesus. Shouldn't hurt this bad to take a deep breath. I get that.

Okay, here's the thing. 

…Here's one of the things.

It wasn't anyone else's responsibility but mine. I let 'im go, I'm the one needed to gank 'im. Behead 'im. Whatever. I'm the genius who made the call he was fine. Little splish-splash of chimera blood, wipes right off? Everyone else, the whole nest, obvious we'd take 'em out, and we did, and this guy, I thought. I really thought he wasn't infected.

I guess I wanted someone to walk out of there alive. Other than me, I mean.

But yeah. Yeah. He, uh. He was definitely. He was already gone when I arrived. I don't know…maybe if I'd figured it out earlier, what he was really saying… The message he left that admin at the hospital…

We were lucky he had the presence of mind not to hurt anyone when he was in town. The strength or whatever. To hold it back -- the, uh. What'd you call it? The prey drive. 

Not that… By the time I got to the shack, he. He wasn't himself anymore, whoever he was.

Why these monsters gotta always choose these fucking shacks in the woods, I'm asking. Converted outhouse: I'm telling you, Cas, the place was five sticks held together with spit and spiderweb. And he wasn't even shivering. All that fur.

Yes. Okay. You're wondering. I would be too. Yes, he had claws. 

Don't give me that look.

It had to be done. And if I'd taken Baby, she's the one whose brake line he would've cut and tires he would've slashed. We'll steal you a new truck, Cas, don't worry about it.

It is fuck. Ing. Brutal. Out here. I don't mind telling you. My face feels like that fire I'm not gonna be able to set.

I know you can't just wing it over here and blip us back to the motel. Fuck. I didn't mean to mention-- I'm saying. I know you'd be here if you could be.

If Jack could, even. Do not send the kid out here. I'm serious, we're not risking his soul on me. Talk about a lousy return on your investment. Absolute shit risk/reward ratio.

Next time we're at a goddamn dive where every television is airing fucking CNBC, buddy, that's gonna be the sign that something is one million percent wrong with that town. Or at least that dive. Good fries, though, I hate to go and on about 'em, but gettin' 'em crisp like that, and creamy inside, it's a real skill. 

Comfy booth. Cozy, I guess you'd call it. Little votive candle on the table and all that. You and me and two decent cheeseburgers and fries. 

I wanted--

Well. Isn't important.

Shit. Shit, I gotta sit down.

This forest just keeps going, I swear I thought there was a path through here out to the road? It looked like there'd be one when I was on the road, so. Didn't seem this far, driving in. And now it's like, what road? But it makes sense there wouldn't be much traffic out in this. I don't know if this qualifies as a blizzard, but it's close enough to suck.

Phone's dead, of course, pretty certain you figured that out already. Maybe Sam's tracking it anyway? Honestly don't remember if that's a doable thing if the battery's kaput. Maybe it'll show the last place I was? You know that already, though, yeah? Yeah. So I'm not worryin', you'll know where to start looking. 

Leavin' a real clear trail behind me too, 'cause I am just cutting through this snow like a champ, these boots are made for walking, I can't feel my feet but they are still down there at the bottom of my legs, doin' their thing.

Oh. Okay, so maybe it is-- It's, uh. The snow behind me. Must be coming down faster or something. Not leaving… I'm not leaving much of a path. No worries, though, I'm gonna be to the road soon.

I'm gonna…

All right. All right, yes. I'm sitting down. I'm picking a tree and I'm sitting down.

Jesus, it's cold.

Hey, while I'm thinking about it. I don't know why I'm thinking about it, really, it just came to mind 'cause what else is there to think about out here. Pine trees? They smell great. I'm admiring this one up close and personal. It smells like a Christmas candle, probably's got a hundred squirrels living it in.

But back to, you know, whatever I was saying. So, that deal you made with the Empty? The one you didn't tell us about for weeks and weeks. Not that I'm still…a tiny bit annoyed about you not telling us or anything. That one. The deal we broke. Remember that? Big terrifying mess of a spell, Rowena, Sam, Jack and me bleeding into a bowl?

This isn't a guilt trip, I swear. Spell worked. If it hadn't, we'd have tried something else. Absolutely no reason for you to go around with that fucking sword of Damocles hovering over you. Thanks for healing up my hand, by the way.

My hands are as blue as your eyes right now. Ha. That's. Probably not great. Forget about it.

My point is. 

Huh. I don't remember.

Oh. Oh, yeah. I was going to ask, earlier. I. I really wanted to ask. Maybe it's none of my business, but I was going to say.

I mean. You acted like the Empty wasn't gonna have a reason to take you for ages. Forever, maybe. Like it was such an impossibility, that you might be happy one day. Which, considering that the Empty itself was threatening to yank you into eternal nightmare sleep if you--

Okay, you know what. Never mind. I can understand how you might've thought happiness was, uh, going to be hard to come by.

It's just. 

Shit, man. I really hate that for you. Hated. 'Cause we fixed it, but I'm saying, the idea of it. That you thought you'd never have even a second of pure happiness? 

That's grim as hell, buddy, and I am sitting in the middle of fuckall nowhere in a blizzard with this hole in my side and Smurf hands and even I feel happier than your deal sounds. 

Sounded.

There wasn't-- There wasn't anything you thought might make you happy?

The deal lurking there, yes, but like. It's like maybe even if the deal hadn't happened, you still wouldn't have seen even the potential to be happy?

That's. That's so fucked up, Cas.

It's fucking devastating.

You. You deserve so much better than that. You deserve-- Listen, what do people always say the experts say makes us happy? Not that I've ever paid that much attention to the experts 'cause how hard could it be to be happy? Warm roof over your head. Job that doesn't suck. Enough money in the bank to cover expenses and maybe a vacation every once in a while. 

Friends. Yeah. Good friends, people who care about you and you care about them and you take care of each other. Family. The one you were born to or the one you make.

Compassion. People who make you laugh and make you feel welcome. Make you feel loved. People who actually, in fact, love you. Not 'cause you're doing something for them but because you're kind, and funny, and gentle. 

Amazing, really. Miraculous.

And grouchy. You are absolutely so incredibly grouchy sometimes, I am assuming this is one of those times, yes. Stop yelling. Just. Listen.

I wish you were here, but then I always wish you were here. It'd be handy as hell at this very moment, which isn't-- Isn't the point either. It's almost embarrassing. I should be embarrassed -- you've saved me so many times, over and over.

You've saved me in so many ways, I can't-- 

I hardly even know where to start, Cas. Which has really. Has really become a problem, lately. Well. Not super recently. Only in the last, um. Seven or eight years. Nine, tops.

It's just. For most of that -- listen, I know this sounds nuts, and I apologize for that -- I didn't.

Hoo. Hoooo-boy. 

I didn't know.

What I felt, I mean.

The depth of it. What it meant, when you were gone and I… I never handled it very well. Yeah, I'm not great when you're…

When you were…

Fuck.

And I never…

I should've told you, Cas. I should've shown you, what you mean to me.

I should've held you. 

That's all…that's all I've wanted most, the last few…

Well. Guess it's a little too late.

Okay.

You gotta promise me. You'll take care of yourself. And Jack. And, and Mom and Sammy, shit, shit. Shit. Cas. I'm sorry to put this on you. I'm so sorry.

It's beautiful here, Cas. The sun's going down and everything is still so bright, that way the sky gets when what's left of the light is reflecting off all the white, so peaceful except for, ha, there's a flock of cardinals off a ways, bursting up into the sky. All this snow -- it's a wonderland.

We, you and me: we could've been the thing that made you happy, Cas. I know it. I wish we had more time.

I love y--

-

"My brother and my friends are overprotective," Dean explained to Wanda, who continued removing the needle from the back of his hand. "I hate to waste resources."

The nurse gave him a long, unimpressed look. She capped the needle and shoved it in the receptacle on the wall near the tiny sink. Must've decided he didn't warrant a band-aid. There was only the barest mark left below one of his knuckles; her phlebotomy game had been superb.

"You need to pee?" she asked flatly, snapping off her latex gloves.

Dean considered the question. His body told him the answer was no.

"See, we ran in two bags, pretty slowly in case you passed out again. If you weren't badly dehydrated, you'd probably need to take a leak by now." The nurse picked up a clipboard and unclipped a couple of print outs. "You're extremely, astronomically lucky, in case no-one's mentioned that."

"Yeah, I--"

"Blizzards are no laughing matter around here, Mr. Jagger."

"Got it."

"Might want to look into taking advantage of some of these after-Christmas sales going on," Wanda continued. She gave him another level look. "What with you ripping your shirt on a tree branch and all."

Dean looked down at the ragged tear in his henley and the peek of his ribcage that showed no sign of trauma through the hole. He grinned quick. "Good idea."

Wanda, fooled not in the least, handed him the papers. "Give those to the nurse at the check-out window."

When Dean exited into the waiting room, Sam stood up, his expression pinched and nearly sallow. Dean didn't smile, since he didn't want to provoke a fistfight in amongst the moms with coughing children and the elderly folks who looked like their pain meds had worn off. Through the glass double doors he could see Cas and Jack standing just outside on the sidewalk as snow flurries fluttered around them in lamp light. He floated far above his feelings about them…or anything else. 

He stared at Cas's hunched shoulders until he could speak out loud.

"You know they still use cocaine in some surgical procedures?" he asked Sam, with as much neutrality in his tone as he could muster. "A real perk of needing a knee scoped."

Sam squared his jaw. "Do you need a knee scoped?"

"Nah." Dean shot him some finger guns and breezed past. "I'm right as rain."

-

He didn't much register the car ride back to the motel, but then, he hadn't much registered the car ride to the immediate care clinic, except to note that he was surprisingly not dead. 

Nothing out there but a bunch of snow, anyhow.

-

"My soul is fine, Dean," he heard Jack say.

The way Jack said it made Dean open his eyes. 

Jack's mouth and little hand wave said, "Hello," and his expression said, Stop making me repeat myself.

The motel ceiling needed to be painted. Someone had patched up part of it inexpertly. A water stain left behind was the shape of Florida, or maybe just a flacid dick. Either way, neither comforting nor arousing.

"I'm supposed to keep you from standing up too quickly, falling down, and bashing your skull open on the nightstand." Jack sounded way too cheerful. "If you did knock yourself unconscious, there was some debate about whether or not this would improve your personality or decision making abilities, but it was decided you didn't need to incur more blood loss, especially if the motel charged extra for carpet damage."

Dean sat up slowly and flexed his hands. They were such a normal color.

"I'm sensing some latent hostility from people who aren't even in the room," he said.

"Oh, yes," Jack said, "Sam in particular is very, very upset with you." He helped Dean wad another pillow behind his back. "He's gone to fetch some food."

Dean swallowed. Took a moment to smooth the blanket at his waist. He looked up to find Jack waiting patiently.

"And Cas?" Dean asked, in a small voice.

Jack smiled with one corner of his mouth. "He healed you. You probably knew that. I was just the transport. Of a sort."

"Like a chauffeur, huh," Dean rasped.

"Exactly." Jack smiled more widely. "He's taking a shower in the other bathroom." He cocked his head. "He's probably about done by now. I don't hear the water running."

Throat burning, Dean nodded. 

"I'm going to go check," Jack said. He left through the adjoining door.

Dean must have closed his eyes, and some brief period of time must have elapsed, to make it so that he was pulled back to himself by the dip of the mattress as Cas climbed onto it beside him.

Cas's hair was damp, a little messy. He looked pale, weary, worn, with dark eyes, and trembling hands that curled around Dean's.

He looked better than anything Dean had ever seen.

Dean clutched at his hands. He felt tears drip onto his cheeks and didn't bother to wipe them away. 

He kissed Cas's wet cheek, tasted salt.

"If you ever do that--" Cas whispered, voice breaking off, hoarse like he'd screamed the heavens down.

"I know," Dean said. 

He thumbed tears out from under Cas's eyes and kissed his temple, and beside his eye, and his forehead, and his mouth. And his mouth and his mouth and his mouth.

Cas sighed kissing him back, pulling him as close as possible.

Dean tucked himself into his arms and let Cas save him again.

[cylonbarnes]

imagine dean gathering cas's ashes, finding a box to keep them in (and even though it's just for now, he makes sure it's something cas would like. wooden, maybe carved. maybe dean makes it himself), loading them carefully into the front seat of the impala (careful because it's cas but also careful because god he does NOT want to have to clean his best friend's ashes out of his front carpet), and taking off.

he tells sam he's leaving - he says he just wants to find somewhere to spread the ashes, and sam just knows that this, like carrying cas inside, like wrapping his body, is something for dean alone. the last moment for him to share with cas.

dean drives. and drives. he's wholly focused on his mission - yes, he considers this a mission, and if he fails, if it isn't perfect, he'll regret it for the rest of his life - focused enough that he forgets to eat until it's dark and he needs to find a place to sleep. he hadn't planned on taking this long. it didn't matter, though. it's going to take as long as necessary.

he finds a small place that sells burgers. he pretends like he can taste it, like everything doesn't taste like sawdust ever since that night. he tips well and gets back in his car. no motel tonight, just the back of the impala off the side of the road. he's only been driving for a few hours - that's what he gets for leaving in the late afternoon.

he thinks of castiel, always awake, watching him as he sleeps, how much he hated it, how he said he hated it, how it actually made him feel warm and safe and protected in a way he could never, would never, vocalize. he thinks of the box on the front seat, so close and yet so far, the way they've always been.

he's not sure if he sleeps; he definitely doesn't feel rested, but the sun is peeking over the horizon, and he's ready to get back on the road, mentally, if not physically.

he grabs a breakfast sandwich and terrible coffee at a gas station chain, plus some fuel for baby too. he's not in kansas anymore; he was nearly out of missouri, now, too. there hasn't been a plan, but he realizes a few hours into the second day that he's headed for pontiac. it makes sense, he thinks, to end where they began. to leave cas where he entered the world, where dean himself was reborn by him.

it's not exactly in pontiac where he ends up, though. once he had a destination, he became single minded, so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the place. the perfect place.

just outside the city limits, there's a field filled with flowers, and long grass, and a beautiful old windmill creaking as it moves. dean can hear the chittering and chattering of birds, he sees bees lazily hopping from flower to flower, and he can't help but think that cas would love this. he would tell dean too much about the flora and fauna, and dean would act annoyed, but truly, he never cared. he just liked being with cas, talking about anything and everything. him and his music and cars, cas and the complexity of nature.

he's stopped the car before he even realizes what he's doing, making his way though the grass, holding the greatest friend he's ever known in two hands, carefully, with reverence. he gets far enough from the road that he can't quite see the car anymore, and he kneels on the ground, shutting his eyes tight as the tears begin to flow. this was the second time this week he has kneeled for this man, this angel, this cosmic wavelength of celestial intent. castiel has earned more prayers from dean than god ever has.

he holds his hand on the lid of the box, ready to open, but not ready to let go.

he doesn't speak. there's no one left to listen.

after a minute, two, three, his fingers work without his brain telling them too - the lid is off, his hand is tipping the box, and the wind is doing its work.

castiel is free, in this gorgeous field, on this planet he loved so damn much. too damn much. dean wipes his cheeks on his sleeve, closes the now-empty box, and walks back to his car. he doesn't turn around. he doesn't look again at that perfect place.

he drives home, more alone than before.

[jjongleurs]

so I just got off a several hours long call with a good friend who also watched Supernatural (but isn't deranged like me), and I just got to talking about Dean and Cas—because, y'know, deranged. I just???? Like, listen. I had her cackling because of how impassioned I was talking about them. The cliffnotes of my rant:

Cas is an entity, several billions of years old, who has seen literally everything in creation. From the most mundane thing to the most extravagant.

He lived his whole life following orders and doing what he was told. He'd fuck up from time and get lobotomized by upper management, sure, but he was typically a good little soldier.

He was a literal weapon of heaven. A strategist. A garrison commander. A leader. Important enough to be tasked with rescuing the Righteous Man, The Michael Sword, from hell.

And he did that!!!! He scooped up the mangled soul of a simple human man with an important destiny from the pits of hell. He held Dean's soul, saw him for everything that he was. The good, the bad. AND HE FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM.

He rebelled against everything he had known. Against the plan. Against all his brethren. Against God himself!!!! For a simple human man!!! Who felt so much but pretended to feel so little!!! Who loved and cared so deeply yet pretended to be indifferent!!! A broken man, beautiful in Castiel's eyes!!!!

Castiel, wavelength of celestial intent, shield of God, now Cas!!! Simply because Dean, a simple human, gives the things he cares about silly nicknames!! To him, Castiel isn't just an angel!!! He is a friend!!! He is someone he loves, therefore he is Cas!

The save the world together and they almost end it apart and they put it back together over and over again. They test and bend and twist their bond through secrecy and betrayal and loss and anger, but it never breaks! It just becomes stronger!

They become permanent fixtures of each other's lives! The same life! Because they share it even if they never discuss it!!! They share a life because they couldn't bare one apart!

Through death and near death, we see their love!!!

God himself tells Cas that he is the reason for it all! Because he loved Dean Winchester, all of existence is changed! Because he loved Dean Winchester God becomes nothing more than just a man!!!!!!!!

Dean saves everything because his everything saved him!!! Dean saves the world because Cas loved it. Knowing!!! Knowing that the only reason Cas cared was him!!!!!

Dean gets himself off the floor of the dungeon to save the world, so that there is a world for Cas to come back to!!!!

Dean did it for love!!! For the world, sure, but also for Cas!!!! Because Cas changed him too!!! Cas taught Dean free will, not the other way around!!!! Dean learned through him that his life wasn't what God or his father or whoever else made it!!! It is whatever he makes it!!! Whatever he wants it to be!!! He doesn't have to die a hero's bloody death!!! Hell, he doesn't always have to be the hero!!! He can choose to be happy and live a calm peaceful life!!! He has done enough good!!! Peace and happiness is in living, not in death!!!

They chose each other!!!! It was a CHOICE. Fate and destiny and God did not have a hand in it!!!!! It was all them choosing to help one another, forgive one another, love one another!!!

Dean and Cas are in love!!!!

[zorelle]

guyssss... I'm on my second Mickstiel (Casmick?) fic. I feel like cheating yall lol but he just treats Cas so right he makes him so happy aaaaaaa D:

I've only chosen fics where destiel is endgame (._. ) but... is it endgame?*... when the other guy was just better for my babyboy Cas, how do you beat the funny sweet little english gentleman with the beaming beautiful soul, it's just he so sweet he respects he treats right he understands that that cute bitchy awkward accountant is a wavelength of celestial intent and a soldier a million years old he digs that! who doesn't who would sleep on that, DEAN? No but also like reading Cas has a lil boyfriend that luuuvs him and Dean has to put up with it scene after scene gosh, the dramaaaaa the telenovela of it all! watching him squirm while Cas is treated like the queen that he isssss, going on dates lauuughing regaining trust in himself you guys I'm mickstiel truthing a little i feel it rising in my chest I'm-