#deancas prompt

[dcforts]

god's own country destiel au

all dean has ever known has been the little sheep farm his father owns and he and sam help him take care of - the family business

but their father dies and sam gets accepted into college, and dean is left alone, the weight of the legacy and the feel of abandonment devouring him

he's unhappy, he works all day and goes out at night and drawns himself in alchool and one night stands

sam knows his brother needs help but he's too stubborn to ask for it so he hires someone on trial without telling him

castiel is a man of few words, and dean doesn't want him doesn't want him doesn't want him there, but cas is patient and he's wise and he cares about the animals, and dean doesn't want his eyes on him, doesn't care about his strong hands, doesn't like the way he talks about changes in his farm and takes up space in his house and his mind

cas sees right through him, he knows what he's doing, pushing him away, refusing his help, ignoring him. but he doesn't care, he's been hired for a job, hes' gonna do it, if he's too stubborn to accept it it's not his problem

this, until they realize they make a good team, until they realize they enjoy each other company and understand each other more than they thought they would, and that they could have a future

oh, but the trial period is up - will dean be able to tell cas not to go?

[colorlessjay]

Here's a Destiel prompt based on a doodle I did but also Chappell Roan:

Dean Winchester is your average picture perfect American boy. Tall, blonde, football team quarterback, Kansas sweetheart with a little brother he's way too over protective of, and a southern drawl he swears he doesn't exaggerate. He's brash and rude, his confidence making him an easy target for over excited crowds and the occasion fights. The girls at school want him when he gives them a wink and a smile, and most guys envy him. Wish they were him.

But Dean had his eyes set on the unattainable

Castiel Novak. the Student body vice president who seems to fly through school like he was above it all. But not in the obnoxious 'I'm better than you' way in most teen movies. No, Castiel radiates an energy. One of pure intent, kindness, and joy that makes people fall for his hypnotic blue eyes

People like Dean, Castiel's best friend, and the guy he confides in more often than not

And Dean hates that he does. Because Castiel,for all his intelligence, was as clueless as they come

So whenever Castiel asks him to wingman for him

It's months worth of heartache and fake smiles as he watches Castiel pull every trick Dean taught him

Because Dean Winchester? He's the practice boy

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Castiel, wanting to the full college experience, asks his best friend Dean to help on how to date/seduce girls (Since Dean is really good at it and has been in relationships before. But only to distract from his massive crush on Cas)

And Dean, being a good friend, walks Cas through every step regardless of how much it hurts to flirt with Cas, only for Cas to use those same words and actions on girls

And one day, Cas asks Dean how to kiss. If he'll be a good kisser. Castiel's self conscious about it. Self deprecating and confused cause his lips are always chapped and his hair always a mess. And he's scared he won't close his eyes

And Dean just goes on about how those can be good things. How they're attractive. Blurting out stuff he personally feels about kissing Cas

"Your hair's perfect for kissing, short and soft and perfect to hold"

"If she doesn't like your eyes when you kiss, then she's blind as a bat!"

"Your lips look chapped but I'll bet my Baby they're as soft as the look you get when you see a bee"

"hell! Given the chance, I'd kiss you and I'd be the one left breathless"

And of course, they practice kissing

And Dean was right. It leaves him breathless

Leaves him heartbroken too when he finds Cas kissing Meg the same way a week later

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"I can't take it anymore, Cas! I'm so fucking tired of being your goddamn practice dummy!" Dean turns around, finally facing Castiel after he storming off "Yeah, I asked for it. It was fucking stupid to even suggest it, but you can't be so goddamn blind to not see that everything I've said, everything I've taught you, was more then just a shitty flirting lesson to me!"

Castiel stops in his chase, staring at Dean wide eyed as the rain picks up

Dean powers on, pacing and flailing "Fuck me for thinking the way you kissed me meant something then just practice" he laughs humorlessly then lets out a sob

"Fuck, Cas…" Dean looks up. his hand coming down to clutch at his wet shirt. Tears and rain running down his face "It meant something to me… you saying it otherwise doesn't change that… it just makes it hurt"

Castiel stared wide eyed and frozen. His mind flashes back to every interaction, every little touch, every word said between them

And all he could muster up was

"Dean…"

[howsdeanshole]

hesitate (1/1)

[archervale]

HOLIDAYS WITH THE WINCHESTERS || SPN ADVENT 2024

Hello! Me and @wormstacheangel were talking about having a little Advent event for Supernatural this year and so we came up with some prompts! We would love it if you join us in participating, as the more, the merrier! ✨

You can participate by drawing fanart, writing fanfic, making edits, or any other creative endeavor you would like!

Rules: Absolutely no AI. Be civil with one another, this event is to have fun, not to spread hate. Keep it Supernatural related as it is a Supernatural Advent. If your post is NSFW, please tag accordingly. We are open to most ships, however, we will not accept incest or pedo ships as it makes us both deeply uncomfortable.

You can use the #spnadvent2024 in order to share you work with others! We will be reblogging your works as well!

**text list below**

Family Reunion

Tradition

Snowflakes

Candy

Scrooge

Merry

Stocking Stuffers

Winter

Holy

Ribbon

Bells

Presents

Traffic

Fruitcake

Greetings

Mistletoe

Parade

Tinsel

List

Miracle

Party

Tree

Lights

Spirit

Announcement

[szlez]

Restless

drawn for @winchester-reload prompt

[hunterbinx]

Okay, but what if Cas's love confession didn't work but Billy still got through the door? What if she killed Dean in front of Cas and Cas was forced to deal with the repercussions? What if he had to tell Sam and Jack that Dean was gone? What if when Jack became God, he did the same thing for Cas and Sam as Amara did for Dean and brought him back before going hands off? What if Cas kept walking on eggshells around Dean, trying not to be happy because of his deal, but Jack had the deal canceled when he became God? What if Dean finally makes a move on Cas and Cas just break down and explains to Dean that he doesn't want to leave him so they can't be happy together? What if Jack leaves Cas a note one day that explains the void deal and Cas rushes to Dean and gives him the most mind melting kiss ever?

[yurideancas]

case fic where dean and cas have to pretend to be married couple with a kid to go to some family therapy meeting and jack is SO excited about it!!!getting into the role a little too easy

[doorbellbitch]

anyway—

dean winchester is the type of guy who does those really shit “loyalty tests” that you see on tiktok sometimes. he doesn’t do them with romantic partners— he doesn’t have those, according to him— no, he does them with his roommate cas and then whines about how cas isn’t loyal to him because he just tilts his head when dean starts trying to subtly hint that he wants an orange in really roundabout ways.

idk, that’s just something i think about sometimes

[fake-mouthstatic]

greetings

holidays with the winchesters | spn advent, day fifteen. rated G.

❄️

"Lotta food for one person," Carly teases as she rings up Dean's groceries, her festive earrings jingling merrily. "Don't tell me you finally have company for Christmas?"

Dean grins back at her, feeling a little giddy all of a sudden; he has company for Christmas in more ways than one this year, and he can't freaking wait.

"Yeah, actually," he says, packing his shopping and trying to ignore the blush creeping up his cheeks. "Me and my, uh, boyfriend, are hosting Sam and Eileen."

"Oh, Dean," Carly says, seeming genuinely pleased for him. "That's wonderful. You been seeing each other long?"

Dean almost laughs.

"Longer than we both realised, I think."

"Ah," she smiles knowingly. "Well you bring him by some time, you hear? I'd like to meet the handsome man that's swept you off your feet."

Dean does laugh then.

"Yeah, I will."

"Well, season's greetings, sugar."

"You too."

read the others here

[transthatmasc]

Eventually I’ll write my magnum opus, a 15x18 fix it crack fic where Dean gets ground hog day stuck in the S3 ghostfacers episode immediately after Cas’s death. he has to go through this stupid ghost hunt over and over while he comes to terms with Cas’s confession and tries to ignore his own feelings until he realizes that some cosmic force is trying to show him something. Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Finally, hundreds of ghostfacers! Episodes later he finally, teary eyed and distraught, admits that maybe Ed and Harry, insane and stupid though they are, may be right and that he has to admit his feelings for his poor dead angel to get him back.

This naturally turns out to be an act of Gabriel who is still somehow not dead, and we find out at the end that the real kicker is that time hasn’t actually really been on loop and that Dean has been stuck living that day over and over while Sam thinks that he’s dead as per 15x20 because as much as Gabriel wants to finally see Dean and Cas get together after being around since the beginning of the world’s greatest love story, he also just really fucking HATES Sam for some reason and wants to make him suffer by spending months thinking Dean is dead for real no take backs on a stupid hunt after they defeated god. Ultimately, much like his revival in S13, Dean’s love wakes Cas up in the empty, allowing Jack to free him, which was the plan all along, Gabriel just got to have too much fun with the plan after convincing Jack it wouldn’t work if they just told him

[hells-plaid-angel]

Destiel Pride: Day 3 & 4 - For the First Time I Feel & Devine Purpose

[howsdeanshole]

trapped (1/4) (ty @brofisting for the prompt ily)

[mattzerella-sticks]

An episode of Supernatural but it's like Channel Chasers except instead of Gabriel it is the Erotes and they keep arguing about the kind of medium/genre would work best to get Dean and Cas to confess their feelings so we keep flipping through different types of romance genres until Aphrodite barges in like a mom at a sleepover discovering all the kids are way up past bedtime and returns things to normal and leaves but not before giving words of encouragement to both Dean and Cas and they end up confessing their love to each other in the Bunker's kitchen and they kiss and we pan out to see Aphrodite in bed watching this on a small portable TV like Elle Woods's in Legally Blonde eating chocolate and drinking wine like "this is why I am the goddess of love". Hephaestus is like "did you say something?" And she's like "go back to sleep, darling!"

[szlez]

Watching Over You

Suptober23 – Day 6: Full Spread

Prints and stickers, and other stuff

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

I need this to be a fic where Dean is a dragon who hoards books and Castiel is a librarian who finally discovers how all the towns books are being stolen. Dragons are magical and can shape change after all. Solution? Dean lives in the town library.

Image is not mine.

[jenanigans1207]

Did I mention that I’m doing a daily 1000 word Destiel Drabble for fun? Because I am! You can find it on ao3 ofc, or else I’ll be posting them here! Each one is based on a random word that I’m prompted with every day. Here’s day one!

1/1/:25: choke

The lights in the kitchen of the bunker are bright in the middle of the night, as Dean props his hip against the counter and nestles a cup of warm coffee between his cold hands. He should be asleep— story of his goddamn life. He should be a lot of things, really, but he finds that this is one of those nights where the thoughts won’t let him go, where the sleep won’t come.

He had crept out of bed as quietly as he could, trying his hardest not to disturb Cas as he’d crawled out from under their covers and opened the door as slowly as he possibly could. It had taken Cas some time to adjust to sleeping again now that he was human, and on the rare nights that he didn’t have nightmares, Dean would never risk disturbing him. He would fight heaven, hell, and god himself again if that’s what it took to protect Cas’s rest. He would start and then stop another goddamn apocalypse if he had to.

Dean almost smiles to himself, leaning against the kitchen counter at the thought.

Cas, of course, would be furious if Dean went off and did something like that for him. Cas would be furious if Dean so much as lost five minutes of sleep for him. He was more selfless than anyone Dean had ever met and it came both from that holy sort of unconditional love and crippling self-deprecation and a lack of belief in himself— honestly Cas’s low opinion of himself damn near rivaled the way Dean thought about himself and wasn’t that a hell of a combination?

Dean is just taking another sip of his coffee when there’s movement down the hall. In the past, he would’ve jumped, would’ve reached for the handle of a gun that he kept tucked into his pants, even his pajamas. In the past, he would have already assessed his surroundings for anything unusual— or anything he could use as a weapon if his gun somehow failed. But this isn’t the past. This is a world where he has taken that bastard Chuck off the board, a world where the future is well and truly his. And those aren’t just any footsteps, those are Cas’s footsteps, and Dean would recognize them anywhere.

He’s lost them too many goddamn times to mistake the sound of them or to take them for granted.

Sure enough, a moment later there’s an impossible mess of dark hair and squinty blue eyes popping around the door frame to stare at him. “Dean?”

“Sorry, sunshine.” Dean can’t stop the grin from splitting his lips even if he tried— but he doesn’t try. Doesn’t even want to try. He likes the way it feels on his face, even if the genuine joy associated with it is still a foreign concept to him. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” Cas answers as he fully enters the kitchen, rubbing at one eye. He then adds, “Yes.”

“Well,” Dean takes a hand off of his coffee as Cas approaches, fighting the urge to reach out and drag Cas to him when he’s still several steps away. “That makes a lot of sense.”

Cas sighs as he finishes approaching Dean, nestling himself into the space created when Dean opens his arms. He’s still warm from their bed, soft and cozy as he presses his face into Dean’s neck and tucks his head gently under Dean’s chin. “You didn’t wake me when you left.” Cas explains after a moment, “But the feeling of you not in the bed woke me.”

Dean allows his arm to settle around Cas’s back as he pulls him a step closer, pressing his cheek into the top of Cas’s head, “Cas—”

“Are you alright?” Cas asks. He asks it quietly into the collar of the t-shirt that Dean wears to bed. He asks it quietly into the open air of the kitchen. There’s no demand for an answer, no expectation. There’s just quiet, unwavering, honest support coming from the only person who has ever loved Dean for all that he is.

In the past, just the thought of answering this question would’ve made Dean feel like he was going to choke, regardless of what the answer would’ve been. In the past, Dean would’ve found himself scrambling for anything that would allow him to dodge addressing the question, anything that would distract Cas from the thought all together so there was no chance for them to loop back around to it.

But this isn’t the past. Dean is safe now, and he’s learning to face all the shit from his past that made him this way. Dean is learning to put words to the things he feels, teaching himself to be open, and honest, to believe that it’s okay for him to think and feel certain ways and that there’s no divine punishment— not even a mundane punishment like a fist to the jaw— waiting to strike him down the moment he dares to even consider breathing life into those feelings.

“Yeah,” Dean answers, and it’s the honest truth. He smiles into the crown of Cas’s head as he presses a kiss there. “Yeah, I’m fine, Cas. Just couldn’t sleep.”

Cas pulls away just enough to be able to glance up and meet Dean’s gaze directly and Dean doesn’t shy away from it. Not that he ever has, really. But he doesn’t feel the need to try and build walls in the minuscule space between them, doesn’t feel the need to try and guard himself from whatever Cas might find in his eyes. Instead he simply looks, and he adores, and he allows himself to feel safe and content in this moment.

“Well,” Cas says after a moment, and there’s a smile on the edge of his lips as well. One that looks suspiciously fond in the early morning kitchen light. “You better figure that out, because I’m tired and I’m not going back to sleep without you.”