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there’s never enough time.
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3rd anniversary of canon destiel
Nov 5, 2020
#YEAR 3 ! GIVE IT UP FOR YEAR 3#have some angst#I’ll draw fluffy things another time#purposely gave these a blur effect#to signify the haste of time#and he’s that is the cut Dean reaction from the ep trailer#LOVE YOU ALL#sketch.art#destiel#deancas#November 5th#Nov 5#nov 5 2020#destiel angst#despair#spn 15x18#Cas’ confession
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Suptober - Day 7 || Black Cat [x]
#suptober23#destiel#destiel fanart#dean winchester#castiel#spnfanart#wiggleart#Cas embraces the cat distribution system#dean is skeptical lmao#I love fluffy black cats so I made this one fluffy#and it took me way too long to draw lmao#the tree and some background stuff will be lined for the coloring book but I didn’t know how I wanted it to look until coloring#so it’s why it’s not lined lol#also I wish I could have a cat I’m so allergic
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Fluffstiel Bang Sign-Ups are Open!
The Fluffstiel Bang is a Destiel mini-bang challenge that is FLUFFY! Give us all the fluff! The minimum word count for authors is 5,000. Artists will create one piece of original artwork and one banner inspired by the fic they get paired with.
Please read the rules, guidelines, and schedule here!
AND... Sign-Ups are Officially OPEN!
#destiel#spn#spn fanart#spn fanfic#spnfandom#destiel fluff#fluffstiel bang 2024#the fluffstiel bang#castiel x dean#dean x castiel#casdean#deancas#it's so fluffy I'm gonna die#fluff fluff fluff#Give us all your fluff
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#castiel#castiel angel of love#he's so full of love!!!!!#prettiest beautifullest baby angel#spn#supernatural#spn text post#he has shit taste 🙄🙄 /j#he should be dating me 😠#dean winchester#destiel#soft destiel#fluffy#fluff#fluff post#destiel fluff#castiel the love of my life#castiel angel of the lord
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Warning! This poll contains destiel!
#polls#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#pollsnatural about destiel#it's not the season for this poll ig#but i wanted smth fluffy and cute#and it's all that i've came up with
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And so it happened. "Here, your books and CD's. Take anything you want." Dean passed Castiel a heavy box and then moved out of the way, the would be best if you took me too stuck in his throat like a handful of rusty nails. Castiel was leaving and Dean almost wanted to beg on his knees to take him instead of the photos. The photos that would soon have holes in space where his face once was.
Please, take me as you leave. Take me to your new life, find me a spot somewhere on a shelf or a windowsill. Maybe dust me once in a while. I'll be quiet, I promise, I'm dead inside anyway.
Of course, Castiel didn't hear any of that, Dean's thoughts his own burden as he watched the man he loved collect his possessions. His feet were planted to the old wooden floor and he didn't move even though inside he was falling apart, particle by particle. Please, take me. Take me with you.
Castiel turned around, as to say something, making Dean wonder if he somehow heard his silent pleas. But when their eyes met, he averted his gaze and lifted the box instead.
The front door closed with a soft click and Dean let out a shaky breath, the floor now creaking under his weight.
"Please, take me with you." Dean croaked out in the empty room.
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Happy destiel/castiel day! Here, have a drabble of warm fluffy fluff to start your week off right! September 18th, baby! (I’m a dork, especially for that angel!) 🤗🤓😇
Just Cas
“You know, I remember it like it was yesterday.”
Cas stops rinsing out his coffee cup and glances over at Dean, sure that the confusion is clear on his face.
“You walking into that barn. Changing my life. Making me doubt all the life choices that led to me being unable to tell you how smokin’ hot you were.”
Cas turns back and drops his head, smiling. He finishes the remaining few cups and turns around as he dries his hands. He takes a deep breath and leans back against the kitchen counter, making sure to keep his expression neutral. This is the same dance they do every year and Cas loves it.
“You didn’t think I was “hot”, Dean. You were scared, confused, and more than a little pissed off, as a matter of fact.”
Dean smirks as he stands up from the table, a knowing look on his face. “Okay, yeah. Fair. But later on, every time I replayed that scene in my head you only got hotter and hotter, babe.”
Dean moves forward and wraps his arms around Cas’s waist, smelling of sunshine and leather. Basically he smells like Baby after he’s given her a nice cleaning and long drive to ‘stretch her legs’. Unsurprisingly, it is also one of Cas’s favorite scents. Dean leans forward, heat and mischief in his eyes.
“We could do a reenactment today, in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. We could dig out the old trench from the back of the closet, light some sparklers and go to town.” As if to prove his point, Dean leans in even closer, bringing their bodies into contact.
Cas snorts before he can stop himself, his neutrality over the subject disappearing like the soap bubbles down the drain behind him. “Really? You want to be intimate while I’m wearing that coat and you’re…what? Holding cheap and dubious pyrotechnics behind me? Dean.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to re-capture the romantic moment we met, Cas. Nothing wrong about that. If you want, I could pretend to stab you again.”
“With a knife or with something else?” Cas deadpans, hearing his voice go deeper even as Dean’s eyes dilate in reaction.
“Hmm, we’ll leave that part open for discussion.” Dean moves in again and they’re suddenly kissing. Cas thinks how glad he is that he gets to have this. Gets to have Dean. Oh, if only his younger, angelic self could see him now…
Dean eventually breaks their kiss and waggles his eyebrows, making his handsome face look silly and playful. Yet he’s still beautiful. “Well, what do you say? Up for some hanky-panky in the middle of the day to celebrate the anniversary of your entrance into my life, O’ Angel of Mine?”
Cas bites his lip and doesn’t say anything, tilting his head for old time’s sake as though he’s debating his next move. He gently takes Dean’s hand and turns him around to lead him from the kitchen. Yes. He will take this time to be with Dean. As a present to himself. As a present to both of them.
And later, when they are both sated, naked, and still tangled in the sheets of their bed, he will tell Dean anew all the ways that he’s changed him - from that blunt, cold unfeeling angel into this, whatever he is - a flawed, no-longer-bound-with-celestial-intent being that somehow loves his simple life. Just as it is. Dean is still Dean and he is finally, just Cas. Loved and known, at last.
Tagging @fellshish and @canonblastedships @clarkenting for some reblogs, help a strange sad writer girl bestie out. 😇🥰
#fan fic#destiel#happy castiel day!#September 18th#spn#my writing#drabble#destiel-ficlet#dean and cas#fluffy#Castiel#Just Cas#Just Dean
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I keep seeing people reading/liking my fluffy fics. Guys, if you need comfort, have at it here.
#I'll be happy to be the one cheering you up a little bit in those ... times#destiel fanfiction#destiel fanfic#destiel fic#fluffy fic#destiel#deancas#I'm with you american friends#my destiel fanfic
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Story - Crotched Bee Family
Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count - 1557
Rating - Teen
Summary - With Cas spending more time on earth he wants to find a hobby to keep him busy, he decides on crocheting household items and clothes. When Dean starts hunting again he leaves Cas alone at home, who spends his time on his hobby.
Every time Dean comes back from a hunt though, he finds a new little crocheted surprise in his bedroom.
Cas had a new hobby. Ever since he had decided to spend more time on Earth with his husband, and less time with the angel garrison, he was finding himself getting a little bored. He tried to while away days by reading, doing a little research for cases, or writing poetry, something he had found he had a natural talent for. But he got bored of them quite quickly, preferring to do something a little more hands on.
That’s when he starts crocheting.
It was a weird thing for him to progress to, but he was really good at it. Jumpers, hats, scarves, blankets, bags, you name it Cas could probably crochet it. He had already made them matching jumpers, soft to the touch and wonderfully comfortable. Sam laughed when they wore them the first time, but Dean just thought he was jealous that he didn’t get one.
As he grew in confidence, he decided he could sell some of his items. So that he wasn’t just clogging up their room in the bunker. Dean was all for it. Anything for a bit of extra money. And Cas was making quite a bit of money, enough for them to put some savings away to look at buying a property for their own.
It would be nice to get away from the bunker, and stop mentally scarring Sam every time they were remotely affectionate. Maybe the space could help them move further forward in their relationship. They had spoken in the past about having a family of their own, maybe with a home it was one step closer to becoming a reality.
Things were going well with the new hobby, that was until Dean started doing a bit of ad hoc hunting.
At first, Cas insisted on going with him. Wanting to be there to make sure his husband was safe, knowing he would be able to heal him quickly if he became too injured. But Dean insisted on Cas staying in the bunker, telling him that if they were in too much danger they would call him. As he was still an angel, Dean was confident he would be there in seconds and everything would be fine.
Still Cas worried.
On Deans first night back from a hunt, they were cuddled together under the comforter. Pressing soft little kisses against each others lips, biting gently and massaging to draw out wonderful stuttering noises. Wanting to feel more of his husband, Cas started sliding his lips down Deans neck. Licking and sucking at points, pulling out intoxicating groans. Although lost in the sensations, Deans eyes fluttered open briefly. Wanting to see his husband.
It was then he saw it.
Out the corner of his eye he saw a little soft crocheted creature, a bumble bee with bright yellow and black lines on. The wings were a pure white, soaring high from its back and it had an adorable little smile on his face.
“Erm sweetheart.” Dean said, tapping him lightly on the thigh. The only response a soft ‘hmmm’ against his neck before Cas went back to kissing tenderly. “Sweetheart.” That bought Cas out of his task, he pulled back, looking into his husbands eyes with those beautiful blue lust filled ones.
“Yes handsome?” He asked, hand coming up and gently caressing his cheek. Staring at him with so much affection it was making Deans cheeks heat up.
“What’s that?” Dean asked, pointing over to the table behind Cas. His husband turned around, searching where his eyes were looking. He could see his shoulders jerking a little where he was chuckling to himself.
“It’s a bee.”
“I can see that sweetheart, but…where did it come from?” Now Cas was looking back at his husband, a look of confusion in his eyes.
“I made her.” Ah right, he had obviously graduated from making bedding, clothing and accessories to making tiny little soft toys.
“Her?”
“Yes. She’s called Britney.” Of course he picked the name of a famous pop star to name his little creation. That was so adorably Cas. “Do you like her?”
“She’s very cute Cas.” Dean responded, moving down and taking those lips in his own again. Now he had satisfied his curiosity, he got back to the matter at hand.
With things becoming more dangerous out there, Dean found himself on more and more hunts. Leaving Cas alone in the bunker more frequently. Although Cas insisted he could come with him, Dean still refused.
Every time Dean came back home, he found himself faced with even more bees that Cas had made when he was away. Large ones, tiny ones, medium sized ones. All taking pride of place on the bedside table. Staring at them as they were reacquainting themselves after being away from each other for a short period of time.
It was after the 10th bee he decided he had to say something. When Dean had arrived back, Cas pulled him straight into their bedroom. Pushing him up against the wall and pressing delicate kisses against his neck and shoulders, petting softly down his sides and hips. As he opened his eyes and looked over he noticed the latest addition to the bee family, one that was so large it took up a portion of the bed and was the size of a pillow.
“Cas…Cas.” Dean said gently, pushing his husband away so they could look into each others eyes. “What is going on with the bees?” It wasn’t tactful but he thought he should approach it head on.
“What do you mean?” Cas asked, that confused little lilt in his voice that made Deans heart melt. His husband was truly the most adorable man in the world.
“Well erm…you only seem to make them when I’m away on hunts. I just wondered why I guess?” His husband looked away for a moment; staring over at his little bee family. It was as if he was trying to work out why himself. After nearly 5 minutes he looked back at Dean.
“It’s the only way I can cope when you’re gone.” His eyes were watery from the admission, a stray tear rolled down his cheek, wiped away by Deans calloused thumb as his hand held Cas’s cheek with all the tenderness in the world. He pushed forward and pressed their foreheads together. Cas shut his eyes, breathing in Deans scent for a moment as he composed himself. “I’m so scared when you are away Dean. All I can think about is a call saying you’re hurt or…or worse, you’re…” He couldn’t say the words, stopping as a little hiccup escaped his lips, head dropping to his husbands shoulder. Dean rubbed his husband back, hoping it would sooth him.
“I know sweetheart. I’m fine though, Sammy is with me and I know you’ll be there quickly if anything goes wrong.”
“Why can’t I come with you on these hunts Dean?” He asked, looking back up with glassy eyes. “I’ll feel so much better knowing I was there to help if things went wrong.” Dean understood that, he did. But he had his own reasons for wanting to protect his angel. Sighing he pulled Cas into his chest, arms completely wrapped around his body as he pulled his head into his chest. Swallowing, gaining the courage before speaking.
“Because I’m terrified of losing you Cas. If I get hurt, at least I know you’re around if I need saving. You can get there quickly and heal me. But if somebody has an angel blade, if they get one good shot at you then…that’s it.” He managed to unwrap his hand from his husband, laying it on his chin as he pulled his head back. Tenderly tilting his head up so their eyes were locked again. “And I can’t lose you sweetheart. Not after it took me so long to get you back.” He leant down and nuzzled their noses together before he pressed his forehead against Cas’s again.
“I don’t want you to hunt anymore Dean.” There was so much pain in those words, tears were forming in the back of Deans eyes now. Seeing his husband so vulnerable and scared about his hunting.
“That was my last hunt angel. I promise. I spoke to Sam on the way back and told him I couldn’t do it anymore. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you in safety, not putting myself in danger on hunts.” The relief that flooded Cas’s eyes made Dean smile.
“Thank you Dean.” They pushed together again, lips meeting in a chaste kiss once more.
“No worries angel.” Dean looked around the room at all the crocheted toys. “What are we going to do about all the bees?”
“We’re keeping them Dean. They’re our little bee family. I can’t get rid of them.” Cas said with all the seriousness in the world, causing his husband to laugh hard. Almost doubling over as he did so, loving how adorable and dorky he was at this moment. Cas couldn’t help but smile also.
“Okay, I guess we can have our bee family watch over us then.” Dean said, kissing his husband once more.
Maybe one day, in the distant future, they could pass that little bee family onto their own children.
He could only dream.
#supernatural#spn#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#writing#writing community#ao3 writers#ao3 author#ao3 fanfic#ao3fic#cute#dean and cas#deancas#dean and Cas being cute#cas loves bees#bees#destiel fanfic#spn fanfic#light angst#fluffy#cuties#Destiel husbands#lgbtqia
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new WIP?
I have begun a new fic idea surrounding the adopted daughter of the Winchesters when they retire (Winchesters includes the entire main core people in a post canon fix-it fic because I want Bobby and Crowley to be alive and others too. Winchesters does not mean wincest, fuck off degenerates)
This fic was inspired by the headcanon that Jack would be a great big brother to a little sister, and that they would also be like Dean as a big brother because that is his main example of one.
On a case, the group ends up adopting a baby girl. Sam and Eileen have a daughter a year later. They retire and the group raises their daughters without any involvement of the Supernatural, telling the girls nothing about their past life. The story follows the two daughters as they are high schoolers trying to figure out why certain aspects of their childhood were so...weird. At first, they think it's something to do with a secret government agency, like X-files or S.H.E.I.L.D., but they discover the truth is way more bizarre, terrifying, and supernatural than they ever could have guessed.
#full of ideas for cute fluffy moments#sibling dynamics go hard#claire is their cool older sister#fuck nuclear family#this is FOUND family dynamics#dean and sam codependency shines a LOT#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#ao3#spn#spn fic#spn fanfic#sam winchester#jack kline
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Guys I just scrolled through umpteen years of my blog and I’m feeling nostalgic now. Supernatural having a gif for absolutely everything and hijacking every post ever posted by anybody. SuperWhoLock. The godforsaken Mishapocalypse. That one girl getting her fluffy chicken. That godawful do you like the color of the sky post.
And still here the fuck we are. Cheers y’all.
#text post#shit post#ah fandom#supernatural#dr who#Sherlock#i went there#superwholock#fluffy chicken#destiel
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Nesting ✨
#spnfanart#destiel#destiel fanart#spncreatorsdaily#dean winchester#castiel#wiggleart#I’m waiting for my iPhone to back up so I can get#it’s battery replaced and I wanna go back to sleep and I’m still in a fluffy domestic mood#after all the media I’ve consumed in the last couple of weeks so#cuddle doodle
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Fluffspiration Post
"Nobody puts Baby in a corner," Dean says, grinning brightly as he holds his hand out for Cas to take.
The angel tilts his head in bemusement, but takes Dean's hand and allows him to pull him to his feet.
With a sigh, Dean resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Dirty Dancing. I made you watch it a few weeks back, remember?"
That is met with a slow nod of understanding before Cas says, "Yes, the film with the lift, and the watermelon, and abortion."
"Just dance with me," Dean says with a laugh.
Pst. Hey. You know you want to join the Fluffstiel Bang. Do it.
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#fluffspiration#fluffstiel bang 2024#the fluffstiel bang#casdean#castiel x dean#dean x castiel#deancas#destiel#destiel fluff#spn fanart#spn fanfic#fluff fluff fluff#it's so fluffy i'm gonna die
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so the werewolf thing is on hold (I can never finish art :b)
But here, have a Destiel sketch (click for better quality, please)
#I still can't do faces that well#But I'm getting better#idle speaks#Dean Winchester#Castiel#Destiel#supernatural#Queenie draws#I'm obsessed with giving Cas big fluffy wings
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It’s real
| Fandom: supernatural | Pairing: Dean/Castiel | Words: 7k+
| Type: oneshot | Rating: Teen and up | Author: Sasanka27
Summary: Morning of his birthday Dean wakes up alone doubting if he hadn’t dream the good parts of his life.
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#i dont care that its cropped its my drawing lol#anywayaay#guess what#im finally posting my first destiel fic#writing#destiel#destiel fic#fluff#all i can do is fluff actually im not good writing angst#ao3 fanfic#its a oneshot that might expand with my fix it fic heheh#you know how did they get here sort of thing#deancas#my fic#spn fic#dean bday two months later because why not right#also dont trust me when i say short i usually end up with like 10k this was buposse to be just 3k#first suposse to be fluffy so here i go i am here heheh#something to read while you enjoy tea/coffee in a morning#destiel fanfic#dean x castiel#destiel fanart#sasanka27 fics
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Hello hi! Chapter 5 is liiiiive!
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It was rare for that particular room to be empty at any time but especially during service. Today though, Dean and Cas found themselves alone with only the distant sounds of the kitchen reminding them that solitude was fleeting.
Dean could have left the moment his hands were free of dishes, but that soft look in Cas’ eyes was playing on his mind and he wanted one more glimpse of it before he braved lunch service on garnish with someone who already seemed frazzled.
Cas put his own stack of pans down and turned to face Dean, pleasantly surprised to find him still there and not on his way into the kitchen, which he really ought to have been. Oh well, who was he to complain? He took one quick look around to make sure they were in fact alone before reaching out to Dean and pulling him by the back of the neck into a slow, warm kiss.
Dean’s hands quickly found their way to Cas’ waist and he sighed into his lips. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was a damn good one. Dean pulled back just enough to smile at Cas.
‘Hello, Dean.’ Cas’s voice was deep and seemed to rumble through Dean before settling in a spot behind his ribs. He smiled at Cas and gave him another quick kiss, savoring the way his hip felt in his hand.
‘Hey, Cas.’ He took a step back and made a point of committing the feeling of Cas’ fingers trailing down his arm as they separated to memory. ‘Can I see you later?’
‘I’d love it if you did. Same time, same place?’ Cas’ fingers lingered on Dean’s for a moment before seeking out the spaces in between them.
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You can read the rest of If You Can't Stand the Heat... over on AO3! I upload new chapters every other Friday (or Saturday. or sometimes Sunday)
#Just a fluffy lil chapter this time#and there's also some cooking#hkau#destiel#castiel#dean winchester#supernatural#deancas#spn#spn fanfic#supernatural fanfiction#destiel fic#destiel fluff
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