#destiel poetry

[sailorsally]

an ode to destiel reunion, inspired by this post

[babygirlwolverine]

waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise;

inevitable,

and yet standing on that hill,

watching the moon slip behind the clouds

as the warmth peeks out to replace the silver glow,

I feel like i’m waiting alone.

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

Steakhouse

for spn poetry month day 14: blood @spnpoetryrenaissance

cas has so much animal desire in him he is an angel and since creation he has not known satiation. let him forget if what he feels for dean is lust or hunger. let it get bloody. but also, let him want softness

transcript under cut:

Steakhouse

I like my men how I like my steak:

Bloody.

That’s why I brand my hand on his shoulder a divine damned red

That’s why I thrust him up against a wall hard while his lips throb cardinal

That’s why I punch and beat and blow until he is pulpy to the touch

That’s why I suck my lips to his skin so the blood soars to the flesh

and he is raw

and he is rare

and he is tender

That’s why when he leaves me it is starvation.

He says he is already empty.

I ask, then, how he can understand famine.

[queerstudiesnatural]

Happy Birthday Destiel!! Here are some words I wrote about you

X | X | X | X

[nayeliq1]

There are no words (to be spoken of this)

Rating: Mature

Length: 8.5k

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Status: Complete

Summary: The one where Dean reads something he shouldn't have read, and everything changes.

Prologue

Dean's hands felt numb as he stared at the words. 

The piece of paper crinkled in his grip, his knuckles white.

We are, you are, and so is this love.

He knew he shouldn't have read it, but he hadn't been able to avert his eyes.

He knew he shouldn't have read it, but it was too late now, far too late. 

And yet in the end, I'll know all this was real. We are, you are-

This was Cas' handwriting.

Cas had written this. 

All this was real. We are, you are, and so is this-

"You want to know what's real?", Cas had said to him once. "We are."

Those words had never left him, had lingered like a brand in Dean's mind.

And here they were again, those words immortalized in black pen on white paper, in the angel's handwriting. This piece of paper that had looked so unassuming, so innocent where he picked it up from the floor under the war room table.

How should Dean have known that in picking it up, his world would shatter around him.

His eyes flit frantically across the crinkled page, his eyes catching on words, phrases, nothing but a collection of letters in ink, powerful enough to make his hands shake and his heart thump wildly within the confines of his chest. 

Secrets. Hope. Bond. Care. Feel. Love. 

Love.

Dean tore his eyes away, his gaze unfocused after being ripped out of its intense stare so violently. 

His hand curled into a fist by his side, the paper rustling too loudly in his ears as it succumbed and bent under the pressure, crumpled into a tightly clutched ball. 

He didn't feel his feet moving as he slowly made his way down the corridor.

He didn't hear the sound of the knock as his knuckles met the door.

He didn't wait for an answer as he entered.

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[vendettaspretentious-p]

A Drunken Prayer

I never told Sam why the world stopped the day it did, only that it didn't pick back up even after Chuck disappeared from the rearview mirror.

Jack looked at me like he knew even before he knew everything. You'd be proud to know you were right, he would do good to this world.

I'd be proud to tell you, you were wrong about so many things, like change and happiness and what we couldn't have but the world hadn't spun since the empty came and I don't think it ever will again.

[turboheller]

I Want You But I'm Too Scared To Say Anything So I Just Pretend You Are Mine Instead — by L Cassidy, March 2023.

(companion piece to THIS)

[the-liminal-place]

[somethings-are-meant-tobe]

Destiel poem "Despair"

[sun-honey-bee]

he is begging on his knees

hoping that your heart will hear

what your mind can't

[stillwinchester]

I want to hold your hand

in the raining mornings.

Bringing you coffee

with a spoon of sugar

like you like it

(even if you’re saying you drink only black one).

I want to watch the old movies

on the tiny screen.

And wear silly hat,

just to see your smile.

I want to ride your car,

listen to rock music and engine sounds.

Lying down next to you at nights

and waking up in your arms.

And all of these would be possible

if I wasn’t me and you weren’t you.

But I know, I can’t have it.

Because good things never do.

[sailorsally]

[certain-blue-eyes]

I used an AI Chat and the prompt was:

"I'd rather have you, cursed or not"

Look at this. Look at what was created by AI.. It's so beautiful. I have no words. Geez. I think my eyes are wet. 🥺

[ratpoets]

low quality destiel-inspired poem for a school project! i feel bad for my teacher lmfao

[likeaprayermp3]

interior. night. usa/nowhere. our hero in jeans in a rococo nightmare, burgers and beer on the table. he spies a porcelain angel and tips it over the ledge. when he turns, the angel says, “you asked to see me?” tell me something. where’s god in all this?

[nayeliq1]

Words Unheard

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Pendant to Castiel's poem

Fic based on the poems