#destiel fic ideas

[disabled-dean]

[Update: CURRENTLY writing a coda for Lebanon where....] and you can follow @lebanon-wip for spoilers/updates 😇

Physically restraining myself from writing a coda fic for Lebanon, where John stays over at the bunker, Cas comes home in the middle of the night & there's tension between him and Dean over whether or not they will still share a room, and then 27-year-old Mary has to sit through Thee most homophobic breakfast with her dead ex-husband, closeted son, and his common law married, ancient eldrich boyfriend.

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

One thing I would have loved to see in Supernatural is a season with a full-frontal war between Cas and Sam.

It would start with Cas and Sam being bitchy to each other (especially Cas, let's be honest), as usual, but the breaking point is Dean walking in during one of their arguments. Cas notices and turns into a poor, innocent and harmless guy with big blue eyes 🥺 but Sam doesn't so he keeps talking to Cas the same way. Dean swoops in to defend Cas. Dean fusses over Cas and glares at Sam everytime he wants to explain what truly happened.

Sam decides it's war, and everything escalate. Cas and Sam are very careful about hiding this to Dean. Dean notices Sam is being sneaky, but not Cas. Cas uses it to his advantage and rubs it to Sam's face whenever he can (At least Dean trusts me), making Sam even more determined to win.

Of course, somehow, they find a way to trigger an Apocalypse, because the both of them are disasters.

[revenge-of-the-assbutt]

pick a destiel au for me to write based off of a random idea I found in my notes app

[destielpromptsforall]

post finale : against his better judgement dean turns himself into a demon to save cas from the empty .

will demon-dean see it through?

what will cas think about that..??

uhuhuuuuuu

could be a really dark fanfic 😱

Thank you for the prompt!

[destielpromptsforall]

Destiel version with a happy ending?

[saturnneedsspace]

Dean misremembering the purgatory portal scene is altering my brain chemistry in so many ways. What do you mean Dean remembered it as him not being able to save Cas because he wasn't strong enough, but in reality Cas let go??? We know he remembers some things perfectly like when Cas went into the lake because he had nightmares about that, but how many other things does he misremember? Does he remember Mary dying? Does he remember all his fights with Cas? Does he remember all the times Sam died? This was such a missed opportunity to do more. They could've made Dean even more traumatized by having him misremember something for so long, and then him having to learn it was completely different and having a whole crisis about it.

[strawlessandbraless]

Time traveling destiel fic where later series Cas ends up in Stanford Era Dean’s timeline.

It goes as usual, Dean soon finding the dorky angel odd and endearing. Enjoying how well Cas seems to know him and even starting to like all the staring.

At some point, Dean finds the mix tape in Cas’s pocket, immediately recognizing the handwriting and clocking the traxx and what that means. Because he knows this was his go to move when he really liked someone. He listens to the tape with the songs he picked, and he knows, without a doubt, future him is in love with Cas.

Chaos ensues.

[wigglebox]

Destiel Hot Summer - Storm ⛈️

[i-love-dopamine]

i need a fic like this so bad

like imagine

when cas reconstructed dean he poked around his brain a bit and learned that he has a praise kink

and like ofc he had no idea what that is, right?

but after learning more about human sexuality and what kinks are

he was like

"ok so dean likes it when people praise him. gottit"

and went and got the shitty gold star stickers

and put them on dean face every time he did a good job

and at first dean was like. ok whats wrong with him.

and then he either realized it himself/sam told him/or cas was finally just like. i am trying to court you is it effective.

and ofc he started having thoughts

which turned into subtle hints

which turned into actions

which could give us a lot of dean covered in stickers with cas looking proud of himself fanart. and fluff. and mild angst. and smut.

i have seen all 10000 universes and in all of them this would give me brain rot

cas with dean

[destiel-wings]

does anyone know a fic like this???

[tossawary]

Thinking about "Transformers" AUs for non-TF fandoms again, specifically Human/Cybertronian pairings, and realized that the setup of "ancient, superpowered, non-human being fallen from the heavens and fighting an ancient, inescapable war between two factions concerning freedom and control" and "mechanic who wouldn't be opposed to fucking their car" almost perfectly fits Castiel and Dean Winchester from "Supernatural".

[wanderingcas]

[just a dumb little thing i wanted to write about Cas's bad moods being positively affected by dean's touch]

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Dean scrubs a hand down his face and resists a loud sigh. Coffee. He needs coffee. Driving for eighteen hours straight isn’t good for anyone, but especially not for someone with a grumpy, newly ex-angel sitting shotgun. 

Cas, tucked in the crowded line by Dean’s side, is oscillating between his typical feelings of disgruntled and fascinated by his surroundings. Just by the look on his face, Dean knows what he wants to complain about: the stuffy, small cafe is too hot, the people are talking too loud, and the barista at the counter is more focused on chatting with her customers than actually ordering their food, and Dean, why do humans insist on small talk if they’ll never see each other again? Most of these people are traveling and are transient, what is the point of commenting on the weather if—

“Would you stop!” Dean snaps. Several heads turn toward them. Ducking his head, Dean mutters a curse. He’s been listening to Cas’s bitching on the road trip for so long that it’s starting to knock around his head. 

Cas frowns. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“Nothing.” He pushes his shoulder into Cas’s. “Line’s movin’.” 

He’s exhausted. Which makes him feel all sorts of guilty, because whatever exhaustion he feels, Cas must feel it tenfold. Cas’s grace fully depleted only a few weeks ago and the transition has been… less than pleasant for all involved. For Cas, it means feeling human like he never has before. He described the sensations—touch, smell, emotion, temperature, you name it—like a thousand itches that he can’t quite scratch. It makes him a grumpier bastard than usual. 

Sam, as patient as he tried to be in the beginning, recently started losing his cool. Eileen had completely given up on the situation and wisely fucked off a few days into the whole process. When Claire called about the vamp nest she found in Nebraska, Dean couldn’t get in the car fast enough. 

Cas insisted on coming. Sam insisted on staying. And, well—that was that. 

Dean snags a glance at Cas next to him in the line. He’s squinting at the menu above the cashier. They found out he was near-sighted when he went full human, but he refuses to wear the prescription glasses Dean got him. 

“Want me to read it to you?” Dean asks.

“No,” Cas snaps. 

Grinding his back teeth, Dean huffs out a sigh. Which, of course, Cas hears. His frown deepens into a glare. 

Dean’s gonna hear about it later in the car. Something along the lines of I’m so sorry my weaknesses are an inconvenience to you, Dean. Would you be more lenient with me if I was still an angel and could fight your battles for you? And no I won’t wear the glasses because I’m a big angry baby in a trenchcoat that doesn’t have any fucking clue how to manage his own emotions and—

“What can I get you?” the barista asks sunnily. 

Dean slams his credit card on the counter. “Got any liquor?”

The barista’s smile goes a little crooked. “It’s eight in the morning.” 

“Just—a coffee. Big one,” Dean adds as she keys it into the computer. He turns to Cas. “What do you want?” 

Cas doesn’t answer; he’s looking off to the right, a frown on his face. But not his usual pissed-off frown. A curious one. 

Dean elbows him. “Dude.” 

Cas blinks, coming back to Earth, turning to the expectant barista. “Tea. Matcha, if you have it.” 

Dean regrets letting Sam introduce him to that one. Taking his credit card back from the barista, their bill paid, he and Cas step off to the side. Dean finally glances at whatever the hell was so interesting to capture Cas’s attention. 

Two women sit at a table, their eaten food just wrappers and crumby plates in front of them. Their hands are linked on the tabletop. Dean bristles; is Cas going to ask him why two women are holding hands? He can’t be that out of touch with humanity. But no; it’s something else. One woman is smiling, the other isn’t. Is that what caught Cas’s attention? 

Dean sighs through his nose, shaking his head at himself. Trying to figure out what’s going on in Cas’s head lately is like trying to solve a Rubik's cube. 

He feels a little tug at his jacket pocket. Dean paws Cas’s hand out of the way. “The hell are you doing?” 

“I need your phone,” Cas says.

“What for?”

“I want to see how much longer until our destination.” 

“You could just ask,” Dean shoots back. 

Cas frowns. He goes for Dean’s pocket again. 

“Jesus, fine,” Dean mutters, pulling the phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He shoves it into Cas’s hands. (Cas had a phone, but he left it at a gas station a few hundred miles back. Dean’s not sure if he can fully blame Cas’s inattention to detail on being a human.)

Dean folds his arms over his chest and looks at the women again. They’ve stood up from the table, and the more upset-looking of the two has leaned against the other, who has her arms around her. 

Cas is looking up at the women again, the Google maps app open on the screen forgotten. 

“Large dark roast and matcha latte!” someone calls from the counter. 

Dean turns away from the women and Cas, scooping up their drinks. “Wanna drink ‘em in the car or here?” he asks. He hopes that Cas will choose the latter, because the thought of hurtling down the highway in an enclosed space again is making Dean’s stomach turn. 

Cas’s blue eyes turn to Dean. “Can we drink them outside?”

There’s a small bench next to the entrance door. They park themselves there and sip at their drinks as people filter in and out of the door. The two women come out a few minutes later and go into a blue Prius a few spots away from the Impala. 

“Somethin’ suspicious about them?” Dean asks. When Cas gives him a curious look, Dean juts his chin toward the women. “You’re lookin’ at ‘em a lot.” 

Cas shakes his head. “Nothing suspicious. Just… curiosity.” 

Dean clears his throat. Nods. “Well, Cas, in our society there occasionally comes a time where people feel romantic feelings toward each other, and they decide to express that through—”

“Not that,” Cas snaps. He rolls his eyes at Dean’s cheeky grin. “I’m trying to understand human behavior more. Since I’m… unfortunately part of your species, now.” 

“All right, Jane Goodall, so what’d you observe?” 

Cas takes a sip of his grassy drink. “The blonde woman was upset. The brunette woman comforted her through touch. And it seemed to work.” 

“Okay,” Dean says slowly, “and why is that weird?”

Cas turns his gaze to Dean. “You’re not comforted through touch. In fact, it makes you angrier.” 

Dean snorts, shifting uncomfortably. “I mean. It’s not like I just want people—touchin’ me all the time.” 

“Especially not when you’re upset,” Cas adds.

“Well, yeah. That’s a pretty common thing.” 

Cas shakes his head. “Not necessarily. When Sam is upset, Eileen hugs him. And that’s received well.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause they’re dating.” 

“So touch is only welcomed when one is upset when they’re romantically involved?” 

“Well.” Dean frowns at the steam rising from his coffee. “I mean, not always. Friends hug each other when one of them’s upset.” 

Cas cants his head to one side. “So the two women could have been friends?” 

“I’m betting not,” Dean snorts. “Friends don’t really hold hands. Not all the time.” 

“But sometimes?”

“Sure. Sometimes.” 

Cas nods, seeming to consider this. Dean takes a sip of coffee; then nearly spits it out again when a hand gently falls on top of his. He snatches his hand back and gapes at Cas’s innocent gaze. “What the hell, dude?”

“You said that friends sometimes hold hands.” 

“I mean—you don’t just—” Dean huffs out a frustrated sigh. “Hugging is more in the friendship zone.” 

A line appears between Cas’s eyebrows. “We only hug when one of us is about to die.” 

And—Jesus. Okay. Dean has to blink hard a few times to find his center again from that one. “Um, yeah, I guess we do.” 

“So if hugging is reserved only for mortal danger,” Cas continues, “and holding hands is too romantic—what else is there?”

Dean’s jaw works as he tries to figure out what to say. “I—you just—” He throws up a hand. “I don’t know, Cas! A pat on the shoulder? A friendly high five?” 

Cas’s expression drops a bit. He frowns down at his tea, crestfallen. 

Dean scrubs a hand down his face. Shit. The only thing worse than a grumpy ex-angel is a sad one. 

He glances around them. No one’s paying attention. The bench is by the door, but people are too focused on getting inside to eat, or making a beeline to their cars. Besides, he’s sitting so close to Cas on the bench, it won’t even be noticeable. 

Dean sighs. He holds out his hand, palm up. When Cas just stares at it, Dean moves it closer with a frustrated noise. That seems to make Cas get the picture; with a small smile, he takes Dean’s hand. He even laces their fingers together, which does not make Dean shiver and feel like his nerves are on fire. 

“Only for a minute,” Dean says gruffly. 

Cas nods. “Okay.” 

And they sit there, hands linked between them on the bench, as they finish their drinks.

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[And no, dear reader, it does not last a minute. In fact, it becomes Dean's new superpower—hugging, holding, or letting Cas glomp onto him whenever Cas is even in a remotely bad mood. Sam and Eileen take notice, but don't comment, because Cas is finally a relaxed and happy human.]

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Enough with Dean saying Cas is like a brother in fanfictions (because he told it twice in the course of twelve seasons) and more about Cas gay panic with his "you… and i'M obViouSly TalkIng abOut EveryOnE HeRe!" (at least three times in the show).

"I love you" why did I say that? abort! abort! "and when I say you, I mean EVERY people here. Including Bobby (dead for a decade), Sam (with or without a soul, is there a difference?) or Mary (killed by my ward, my bad, let's put that behind us). I'm obviously thinking about ALL of you equally."

[castielsprostate]

au where angels also have a little statue of themselves that they carry on themselves wherever they go and when they're tired or in danger they retreat into their little statue and in laz rise dean finds castiel's little statue and decides to take it with him because it's cute and he has no idea it contains an ancient entity and then keeps it on his shelf and even after castiel reveals himself he lets dean keep the little statue on the little shelf because he trusts dean with his little home

[mintedwitcher]

contemplating a 9-1-1/supernatural crossover au that I will never write wherein Buck is, once again, convinced he's cursed (or that there's a curse in general going on), a ton of unexplainable spooky shit going on, and ofc the firefam is completely unaffected by it. Chim is the only one who's even remotely on Buck's side because he's seen some of the spooky shit for himself and yeah there's no Rational Explanation for this stuff, Buck's totally right, they're cursed (again). anyway, blah blah unexplained phenomena, shit keeps getting creepier, and then who should rock up to the 118 firehouse but Team Free Will. and essentially the meet goes like this:

Dean, cocking a gun: station's haunted 118: lmao nah no way you're kidding Buck and Chim: I FUCKIN KNEW IT

tldr firehouse is haunted, Buck's the only one who actually calls the fact that they're legit haunted, Eddie has a teeny tiny meltdown after meeting Castiel, angel of the lord, Chim has an entire B-plot where he and Dean just keep swapping action movie lines and references. oh and Sam falls fown the fire pole. not for any real reason I just think it'd be funny.

(bonus points if the SPN crew drag along Jody for the ride bc she's never been to LA and she and Bobby get to meet and commiserate about their ridiculous adopted children and their shenanigans)

[disabled-dean]

Changing channels 2.0 but Gabriel makes Cas the Bachelor and Dean is the P.A. having an excruciating awakening of homosexual lust