#destiel story

[angelicdaggers]

DNR- DESTIEL AU

CHAPTER ONE

Dean's pov

It was a blizzard-bound morning, my brother, Sam, and I shuffling through the snow with shotguns in our calloused and frozen hands. "We've been at this for hours, Dean. When are we going to turn around?" Sam whines as though he isn't a grown ass twenty-two year old. I roll my eyes and ignore him, trekking along throughout the white painted woods. We're out on a hunt, possible ghoul, so uh, aim for the head. But he's right, we have been out here for hours and nothing. Not a single snap of a twig in this vacant and forlorn forest.

"Dean," Sam says, a few steps behind me.

"Come on, Sammy." I say in a gruff and stern voice, knowing he's going to start whining again soon if I don't set him straight.

"Dean..." Sam says again, this time much more carefully.

I quirk a brow and turn back, finding my brother surrounded by two freakish looking.. what I would assume to be, ghouls. They've both got knives pressed into Sam, his gun thrown to the side in the snow. The woman with her knife against his throat as she holds him from behind, while the younger man, maybe boy, pressed his switchblade into Sam's wrist.

"Oh, come onnn." I groan.

"If you want him to live, you throw the gun down and you take a couple steps back. Got it?" The woman hisses out, pointing the blade into Sammy's neck and making him wince, drawing a sliver of blood.

"Yeah, this is where you remove those blades from my brother and take a step back yourself, bitch." I threaten, holding my shotgun up in the air toward the boy. "Trust me, I know where to aim."

"Brother, aye?" In a flash of an eye, the boy slips the knife through my brother's wrist and retracts. "Aah!" Sam groans in pain.

"Sam!" I shout, watching as the blood spills from his wrist. He quickly knocks the knife from the woman and elbows her in the face, knocking her to the ground. The boy backs away and threatens the switchblade closer to Sam, swiping it through the air. I swing my shotgun to the boy's head, taking a step back to get a better aim, and in that moment I feel a searing hot pain clamp down on my leg.

"Aahh!!"

"Dean!"

Glancing down, I see, oh great, my right leg is caught in some medieval looking bear trap. I shoot my shot in that very split second, watching as the ghoul drops dead with a bullet in his head.

"Dean, don't move, I'm coming." Sam says, running to me cautiously and falling on his knees, clutching at his wrist. I'm sure he's seeing triple right now from blood loss. Looking behind him, I see the other ghoul knocked to the ground, so I drop my gun in the snow.

"Fuck, Sam, it's bad." I groan, trying not to wince out in pain. The rusted metal enclosed around my leg, blood clumps and slides down.

"It's okay, just.. don't move," He warns, rubbing gently at the bottom of the trap to read the label. "Great, no instructions." He adds.

So here we are, bleeding out in the middle of the forest in a blizzard. Great.

"You don't know how to open a bear trap?!" I grumble.

"No, Dean! Do you?!" He retorts with the same amount of gruffness.

"No..." I sigh, my body begging to fall to the ground. I'm sure the bone has snapped, there's no way it's still intact.

We jingle with the trap, Sam making it much worse as it clamps harder and harder and just when I'm sure I'm about to be decapitated by the leg, the trap opens. "Oh son of a bitch," And then yell out in more excruciating pain as I can completely feel all the way down to my toes. Oh it is so broken.

"Are we gonna die out here, Sammy?"

Sam looks up at me, wavering his head back and forth as his eyes droop. "No, no, Dean. Shut up, okay? We're gonna be fine." I try to lift my leg up away from the trap and realize I can barely move it. "Can you move it?" He asks, to which I groan in response.

"What do you think?" I growl, grabbing my leg and moving it forcefully. I limp or moreso hop to a tree and lean against it, ripping my flannel sleeve from under my jacket and getting a large strip of it free. "C'mere, Sam. We've gotta cover that wound."

My younger brother complies and comes to me, holding his leaking wrist out. I wrap the thin fabric around his wrist as tightly as I can, trying to ignore his winces. "You know this, it has to be tight," I grumble, tying a knot and dropping his wrist. Sam holds it to his chest and sighs out a long smokey breath in the frigid air. We hear a small whimper and turn to see the last standing ghoul crying over the other, what I would assume to be, her son.

Sam reaches down and grabs my shotgun, ready to end her. "You've killed for the last time," He grumbles, finger on the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, a feathery winged being appears, placing a hand on the ghoul. "Hey!" Sam shouts, and before he can shoot his shot, they both disappear. What the hell? That thing, it had black touseled wings portrayed behind its back, and it just... disappeared. "What the hell was that?" We both say at the same time.

"It can... fly?" Sam questions.

"Yeah, and it just saved that ghoul," I mutter angrily. I glance down at my leg once more, and oh, yes, the bone is slightly sticking out of my skin, blood seeping out much faster now.

"We gotta get to a hospital," Sam points out, stepping closer to me and wrapping my arm around his shoulder. He forces me off the tree and attempts to help me walk, practically dragging me forward, picking up his gun as we trek out of the bloody snow. We're a good third of the way back to the impala when we hear a soft 'whoosh'. "What the hell?" I mutter, stopping and looking around. Nothing.

"Come on, we've gotta keep going." Sam mumbles, "Probably just a bird."

We carry on, needing quite a few stops along the way for me to clutch my leg and hold back angry tears. Pain, I can handle. Even a monster getting away I can handle, but the thought of something flying around us, watching, preying down on us. I'm infuriated this happened. Whatever it is, I'm going to kill it.

"Oh thank God," Sam whispers as we finally get to the car, hours having passed as we both grew much weaker. It dawns upon me that I'm unable to drive, my right leg practically severed, and I just groan out, even more annoyed.

"C'mon buddy," Sam helps me into the passenger seat. I couldn't help but glare at him as I offer him the keys. "Take her nice and easy or I'll kill you," I threaten, not even knowing what I would begin to do if something happened to my baby. Sam rolls his eyes and takes the keys, shutting the passenger door and making his way around the car. He starts the engine and slowly reverses out of the snow, careful not to get us stuck. Once we're out of the woods and pulling out onto the main road, Sam whips the turn and speeds his way to the hospital. I would be annoyed if I could focus on anything other than the searing pain in my leg, my vision clouding the more I focused on it.

"Sam," I utter out as I can feel my vision blackening.

"Hey, hey! Stay with me." Sam says, lightly slapping on my face. I can't help it as I become dizzier and dizzier, my head falling limp as the last thing I see is that feathered being in the middle of the road.

Sam's pov

"Dean..." I whisper, trying to hide my own fear as my brother begins to black out. "Dean!" I shout, watching as he falls limp. I turn back to the road and as I am about to speed further down the road, that feathered monster from earlier appears right in front of the car. I slam on the brake, the impala skidding forward to a stop right in front of the being. It glares forward at us and spreads out its wings, sizing us up. What the hell is this thing? Grabbing my gun, I step out of the car and go to aim right at it, watching as the poor man this thing is possessing furrows his brows. Just as I go to, it disappears again. "What the-?" I mumble, looking around the vacant highway and fields on either side, that thing is just... gone.

Stepping back into the car, I stuff my gun back into the glove box and look over at Dean to see that he's still knocked unconscious. "Are you breathing?" I whisper more or less to myself, holding my fingers to his nose, "Oh, good, you're breathing." I shake him by the arm and try to wake him, but to no avail, he just lays against the seat limp. "Great." With no other choice but to carry on to the hospital, I rev the engine and tail it out of this place.

Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital, I check again to make sure my brother is breathing and then run in. A large waiting room is filled to the brim with moaning and groaning people, and if I'm being honest, it looks as though there was a war that I missed. You know, minus the suited and military-uniformed people. Just a bunch of civilians all bloody and battered. What the hell happened in this town? We've only been here in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania a couple of days, only having been to a few diners, a broken down motel, and the police station. So far we haven't seen anything to this multitude.

There is a line all the way to the entrance of people waiting to be seen, and fuck I really don't have time for this. "Please, someone, my brother, he's severely injured and knocked unconscious," I call out, to which not a single staff member even lifts a finger or looks up in my direction.

"Been here an hour, they still won't even assess my girlfriend's condition," A red-haired woman in front of me in line mutters, "Good luck getting their attention." She points over to what I would assume to be her girlfriend, the brunette holding a tissue over her bloody nose as she sits in the waiting room section of the lobby.

And I know now is not the time to play doctor, but I speak up, "What's brought you here?"

"I'm not sure," The red hed says, "We just can't get her nose to stop bleeding." Then pauses, "How about you?"

"My brother's leg was caught in a bear trap," I mumble, "Hunting trip."

She raises a brow, "And your wrist?" With her pointing down at the bloody strip of fabric tied around my wrist, I quickly pull my jacket sleeve over it. "Oh, uh- that one's harder to explain."

"Oh, um, sorry to overstep," The woman apologizes, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"You're good. I should- uh, I should go check on my brother." I murmur, giving her a nod and turning away, walking back out to the Impala.

That is when I come out to see that thing- that winged creature carrying my brother, walking into the forest. "Hey!" I shout, quickly grabbing my gun from the glove box of the car and pointing it at the creature. Flicking the safety off, I blast off a bullet in the air. It turns around, still holding Dean as if he wasn't a large full grown man, more like a feather, and narrows its eyes at me.

Before it gets the chance to disappear again, I shoot it right in the arm, making it drop my brother slightly. But just like magic, it lifts Dean back up and nods off the pain as if it weren't even there. "Do you really think those things work on someone like me?" It questions, wings curling around its sides and around Dean. They're huge and an ominous dark grey, maybe even black. I have never seen anything like this in my life. At least not outside of books. I never would've believed something like this actually exists.

"What are you?" I ask.

The thing smirks and turns back to the forest, "Now why would you believe me?" And just like that, the creature disappears with my brother in his arms.

[drulalovescas]

supernatural would put THIS on our screens and be like ✨️ bromance ✨️

[dooanuh]

eons-old angelic being receives carabiner from local dyke (not clickbait)

[castiels-undercoat]

Everytime I rewatch supernatural it reminds me that we really werent crazy about destiel. They were just THAT gay bro

Like wydm "When Castiel first layed a hand on you in hell he was lost!"

Wdym "i want you, cursed or not"

What else could "the last person who looked at me like that i got laid *wink*" even insinuate

Alls im saying is that if they didnt want us to think these two were gay they shouldnt have been saying shit like "i left but you didnt stop me"

[angel-fruitcake]

there will never be another accidental love story as insane or profound as destiel i fear

[youchangedmedestiel]

Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.

And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.

[sunflowernovak]

and here are the gays

[xxxdestieltrutherxxx]

OMG THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED TO ME JUST NOW.

So, in honor of November 5 (important supernatural date) I wore a red plaid shirt, a leather jacket and some baggy jeans (a la Dean). So I went to the grocery store, and I'm the salt section there was someone wearing a suit and A BEIGE TRENCH COAT. We looked at each other for a solid 10 seconds and then I heard him say "Hello, Dean." I WAS ECSTATIC. I just responded "Hey, Cas" and we both just started laughing. Then, he got serious OUT OF NOWHERE and started saying "I cared about the whole world because of you... You changed me Dean..." Naturally I responded: "Why does this sound like a goodbye...?" He said: "Because it is. I love you." And instead of saying "Don't do this Cas", I said: "I love you too, Cas" the way it should've gone in 15x18. He let out a sad smile and left.

[witchy-worm]

I'm so happy to share this Christmas collab I did with @friendofcarlotta! She wrote an incredible canonverse Christmas story (with lots of angst and a happy ending), and I got to draw this incredibly soft scene to go along with it!

Please go check out the fic here: Link to Fic

Thank you to everyone who has supported me and my art this year, I cannot say how much it has meant to me & how much it has motivated me to make even more art. When I dipped my toes into this fandom earlier this year I could not have imagined it would lead to me making so much art, joining so many bangs, and meeting so many cool & incredible people in this fandom 🩵💚

[beatsheetromanroy]

ben edlund you wanna write for s16 sooo bad. mr. edlund you wanna open your computer and work on your little scripts c’monnn ben

[souporwholock]

[Sam, Dean and Cas are staying in some house temporarily while on a hunt]

Cas: There's a female woman at the door

Dean: (at Sam) Wh- why is he saying that? (Turns to Cas) Why are you saying that?

Cas looks at Dean blankly and motions to the door.

Sam looks at his watch as the doorbell rings.

Sam: Ooooh wait, that's probably for me.

Dean: (confusion)

Sam opens the door and accepts a package from a mail woman.

Dean and Cas look at each other

Dean: Wait... When we get deliveries, you're... You're thinking it's called the MALE-MAN!?

Dean doubles over, laughing

Dean: AND SINCE IT WAS A LADY YOU ASSUMED IT WOULD BE A FEMALE WOMAN!?

Castiel looks extremely confused

Cas: that's what you said the other day, though, I know I heard you right? Male man???

Sam: (sets down with his package, pointing at it and smiling) Mail, m a i l.

Dean is positively howling in the background.

[barbie-necromancer]

[drulalovescas]

the parallels between the way their relationship started and ended might actually be the most beautiful in the history of tv

STARTED AND ENDED ON THE DEVIL'S TRAP

STARTED AND ENDED WITH A HANDPRINT

STARTED AND ENDED WITH CAS SAVING DEAN WINCHESTER

[destielmemenews]

"There is no foul play suspected, we're told, because all of Bryar's weapons and music equipment in the home were left untouched.

Animal Control came to the house after the body -- which we're told was badly decomposed -- was discovered and took two dogs away. The medical examiner is investigating the cause and manner of Bryar's death."

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[wellofdean]

To be completely serious for a minute, I just love that spnland keeps telling stories about queer adults finding and embracing queer identity and love later in middle age. Personally, I feel fucking seen by that.

[castiels-undercoat]

Fic where Dean thinks Cas is genuinley fucking with him by doing his whole like, standing really close, being very serious, not understanding references thing and he truly cannot tell if Cas is hitting on him or making fun of him.