#destielau!

[hearme-out]

For the love of god, could someone please link a destiel fic based on Sweet Home Alabama. 🤞🏼💚💙

[the-salty-asian]

My Immortal | Chapter One

A/n: Hello! So sorry this took so long to post! I hope I can get things running more smoothly soon! Enjoy :)

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word Count: 1.2k

Date Unknown

“You’d think they found a better way to contain me after all these years.”

His head glanced around the all too familiar prison he’d been stuck in the past few millennium. Still he played their game, drawn up against the wall exhaustion lingering about him. It would do him some good to rest for awhile. The recent fight had drained him tremendously. Meanwhile, his mind flicked through his memories like the box shaped invention with the tiny people who lived in it. What did the humans call it again? he pondered over it for a couple of minutes then pushed it to the side for another time. Again he fast forward through the centuries. He hovered on the most recent one, a small smile playing on his lips.

June 30, 1953

Castiel perched on the barstool his fingers twirling the paper straw between them. A few people offered curious glances at his face. His bruises had lightened to a lavender shade circling his eye and jaw. However, the cuts on his cheek and lip still remained prominent red. The shop’s bell announced a new customer as a milkshake was being placed in front of him.

“Heya Cas!”

The angel turned to face Dean who leaned against the counter. The 1950’s looked outstanding on the Winchester. His hair was slicked back and was accompanied by a black leather jacket. A humorous smirk graced his lips. The boy wasted no time in reaching across him and pulling the strawberry milkshake to him. Cas watched him sip quietly on it as Dean returned his gaze.

“What do you want Winchester?”

The corner of Dean’s lip tugged upward, “You, me movies seven sharp.”

“And why would I do that?” Cas crossed his arms over his chest.

Dean tilted his head close to the angel. His hot breath brushed against his ear, “Because I know you’ll be there.”

When he drew away there was a wild grin spread on his face. He slid the glass closer to Cas before dismounting the bar stool. Any reply the angel had immediately melted at his lips. He contemplated the older Winchester while he made his way for the door. The bell chimed once again as Dean opened it. He turned his face to Cas and shot him a wink. Then he let the door swing close behind him.

***

A warm breeze passed by gently sending leaves scuttling across the pavement. Castiel checked his watch for the hundredth time since arriving.

“Aw come on Cas have a little faith in me!”

The angel lifted his eyes in the direction of his voice. Dean was approaching him with his hands stuffed in his leather jacket and a wide grin set into his face.

“I-I don’t know what you mean?”

He leaned his face inches apart from Cas, “You didn’t think I’d show.”

Whatever witty reply Cas had was caught in his throat as he held Dean’s gaze. After centuries of diving into his wondrous green eyes he couldn’t get enough. They tended to be the most beautiful in the sunlight but even now Castiel couldn’t break the stare. His vessel’s heart slammed against his rib cage and his eyes lowered to his pink lips. Dean righted himself, a smug smile plastered to his face and pushed past Cas. The boy pulled out a few crumpled dollars and slipped them under the glass wall to the employee.

He smiled at the girl, “Two for Planet of the Apes.”

She returned the expression along with the tickets she slid underneath the glass. “Enjoy your movie!”

He clapped a hand on Cas’ shoulder, “Come on Cas.”

Dean steered them to the concession stand placing a random assortment of coins on the counter. The man behind the counter barely acknowledged the pile of coins and busied himself with a bucket of popcorn. He handed it to Dean and flashed him a toothy grin.

“On the house Deano!”

Carefully he swiped all the coins back into his jacket, “Thanks Mr. Singer.”

He cradled the popcorn in one arm all while the other stayed between Cas’ shoulder blades. They wandered down the hall to their theater.

“Your pick.”he waved the bucket over the numerous rows of seats.

Cas scanned the theater, a few people were scattered around in clusters. He chose two seats in the middle of one of the higher rows. Dean stayed glued to Cas’ side as he guided them to their seats. They settled onto the plastic folding chairs and Dean placed the popcorn between them.

“Um, Dean you can let go of my shoulder.”

“Oh yea sorry.”he smiled apologetically, returning his arm to his side.

Heat radiated off the angel’s cheeks and he hoped that the theater would darken soon to hide it. At his request the lights began to dim above them. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the screen flickered to life.

The opening scenes displayed chimpanzees mutilating into larger human-like versions of themselves. Cas didn’t understand the enjoyment of these films, they all seemed rather pointless but he went along with it for Dean’s sake.

A few minutes in, Dean arched his back with his arms stretched straight up and let one fall around Cas’ shoulder. Cas held back his sarcastic remark instead letting a cheesy smile take over. He tore his eyes away from the screen to focus them on Dean. The man he had fallen in love with was awed by the screen in front of him. His fascination made the angel’s heart swell with a new level of affection.

Dean turned to face him, “Everything ok?”

Cas nodded at him and smiled so hard his cheeks started to burn. His blue eyes studied Dean’s facial structure. The pale light from the screen illuminated the darker freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. A white scar hovered just above his upper lip. Castiel’s eyes were locked on those pink lips. Dean’s tongue poked out, gliding it over his bottom lip. The Winchester’s green eyes flicked down to Cas’ lips as he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth. Without thinking Cas placed his hands on either side of Dean’s perfect face and crashed his lips to the boy’s. He responded almost instantly completely taking control of the kiss. Dean wrapped his hands around the angel’s forearms in an attempt to pull him over the armrest separating the two. He pulled away but his eyes remained shut. Dean lightly shook his shoulder a smile in his voice.

“Open your eyes idiot.”

Slowly, his lids inched back to reveal a shit eating grin painted on Dean’s face.

“You’re not such a bad kisser Novak.”

The angel stumbled over his words, Dean always had that effect on him anyway. The Winchester laughed and cupped Cas’ face with his hands and kissed him again.

Castiel mentally paused it at that moment, letting the feelings bubble inside him. What would ensue moments after, opened up a never healing wound. That’s when he realized he needed to get out. If he died they would rebuild him, it’s what they always did and they always gave him that option. So he would play along, this is what Raphael wanted, but his brother would soon be dead.

A/n: if you’d like to be tagged in this please blow up my ask box!

Tag list: @sassymurderousangel @thewnchstrs

[lizleeships]

It’s MerMay and also happens to be the birthday of one of the most magical imaginative and lovely people I know, so I thought some sushi smooches were in order. Happy birthday @malmuses! 

(You can read A Fish Out of Water here if you’re interested in this wonderful merAU!) 

(Please don’t repost) 

[deathlybonez]

DEANCAS FBI AU, long

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27210889/chapters/66467767

plot below ⇩ BETA READER WANTED

PLOT:  Years ago, Dean had to retire from the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI and is now filled with self loathing.

When the criminal that caused him to retire resurfaces, the Unit Chief, Jody Mills, finally agrees to having Dean back in the office. 

At the BAU, he will meet his old acquaintance Castiel that, to Dean's surprise, is also working as a consultant for the FBI.

There's also something that the chief, Jody, promises to reveal regarding Dean's father and his past.Something that Dean has left behind, but that Sam has never given up on.Dean will, once again, be forced to deal with the consenquences of John Winchester's actions,but this time it could turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

LOOKING FOR A BETA READER

[mimecud]

Fenrir!Castiel 

[moonshadecastiel]

So I have some AU fanfiction ideas that I would love to write but I just can't right now. I have two big stories (one with *gasp* original characters that I actually want to publish one day) that I feel like I can actually commit to but I'm not going to get anywhere with them if I keep writing these AUs...maybe I'll write them one day, but just not anytime soon. Feel free to write with 'em, I'm just putting them here so I can go back to them when I'm ready.

▪︎Thumbelina Destiel AU where Dean is the fairy prince and Cas was born from a flower. The Supernatural twist is that he's an angel but he just thinks he's a little person.

▪︎Inuyasha/Supernatural AU (I won't be surprised if not a lot of people know about Inuyasha, my FAVORITE anime. This anime is SO long so I don't even know how I'd write this) So I'm thinking Sam as Inuyasha, the half-demon, Eileen as Kagome, the school girl that finds herself in the feudal era, Jess as Kikyo, the priestess, Dean as Miroku, the womanizing monk, and Castiel as Sango, the demon slayer. Dean and Sam would not be brothers for the purposes of this fic...I might actually make Sam Kagome...I'm not sure

I swear there was more...oh well

Possibly more to come :)

[sabriel-ravenking-brekker]

Promise

Cas sucked in a deep breath, blindsided momentarily by the realisation of what Dean intended to do. Michael was smirking knowingly now, Dean was standing bravely, a look of steel on his face. 

“Dean...”

“We would have a chance,” Michael finally answers Dean’s question.

“Dean!” Cas took a step towards his hunter.

“We have no other choice Cas, Lucifer has Sam and Jack,”

Cas meet Dean’s worried, green eyes. He loved those eyes, they reminded him f life itself, and it hurt him to see even more pain in them.

Dean swallowed thickly, “I’m sorry Cas, we have no other choice.” 

Michael was watching their exchange with interest, but Castiel didn’t care because at that moment dozens of unsaid words flowed between the hunter and the angel as their eyes stayed locked. 

‘I love you.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘I’ll be back, I promise.’

Cas deflated, “just, come back with them, okay?”

Dean nodded. “Cas I-”

Cas gives him a pained smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Dean relaxes, “I’ll see you soon Cas.” Then he turns to Michael. “Yes.”

A bright light fills the room, and when it fades, Dean was gone. 

Cas felt a heavy feeling in his heart, but he was glad that he didn’t have to see Dean’s eyes tainted by Michael's evil.

“Please come back, Dean.” Cas murmurs to an empty room. 

Oh, how his life had changed from when he had once been an Angel of the Lord. Powerful and distant from the human race. Then he had met Dean and finally learned to see just how corrupt and derailed the angel’s had become. 

Over the years Dean had taught him humanity, the meaning of family and, without realising it, love.

Because Cas knew, without a doubt, that he loved Dean as much as a once angel of the lord could.

So he sat down heavily on the steps in the bunker and waited for Dean to return, all the while feeling like he had lost a chunk of his heart.

Then, in a split second, he could physically feel a change in something. He could no longer feel Dean’s soul and feelings that ould call from him even if he were halfway across the globe. 

He felt Michael take over and buried his face in his hands with a feeling of fraught.  

‘You promised.’

[molotovjelly]

….what is she planing..? 

Handwriting On The Wall

Story by ; DaydreamDestiel

ART BY: skyhighjelly  (Peanutbutter-jelly-fish)

READ CHAPTER 11 here      <————

finally the next chapter! çwç yeee, I’m sorry I’m always so slow!  BTW the pose is from a erina figure from food wars ;) 

[superbangpiece]

Animal - Destiel Vampire!AU

Source: SPNHoffen 

Please check these videos out! They are absolutely amazing and the editing is fantastic!

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

I WRITE TOO MUCH. I PROCRASTI-WRITE.

I WRITE TOO MUCH. I PROCRASTI-WRITE. BECAUSE I CAN'T WRITE WHAT I SHOULD WRITE, AND I WRITE THIS KIND OF ONESHOTS INSTEAD. A REALLY CLICHE PLOT FOLLOWS:

"-and this jersey sucks too!" Dean groaned, into the phone, not even coming close to the end of his rant about the 'NJ Hunters', his new team. True, Benny - Dean's college friend - was captain here, and a few of his old friends were here too, but he'd gotten completely accustomed to being a one of the 'Kansas Eleven'. As Sam had told him over the phone, 'NJ Hunters' were kind of the best college level baseball team - the little bastard was clearly only trying to make Dean better, but okay - yet he couldn't help but feel weird here.

John Winchester, even when dead, could make Dean's life terrible. His 'death wish' as Dean liked to call it, had been to see his son attend the New Jersey University. More like, play for the NJ Hunters. No, it couldn't have been Kansas, or Texas, or Missouri. It had to be New Jersey. But Dean didn't want the ghost of that man angry at him.

Charlie replied with something about how she thought their jerseys were the cutest in the League. Of course she'd say something like that.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? They're green! We look like stupid interns at an environmental law agency! And the names are written in freaking red! My highschool jersey was better than this!" As he spoke, he paced about the room, looking at himself in every mirror around the dressing room. "Plus, it makes my ass look fat."

Charlie laughed, and Dean would've went on about how he couldn't get his lucky jersey number because someone already had it, and had been in the team longer and given first preference, but something interrupted him. It sounded like the shuffling of feet. Four hours before the match started, Dean was surprised to see anyone there. His new team was practising in the arena, and not everyone was allowed in. Security was kind of a priority. He turned on his heel, to examine the new person standing in the doorway.

As his eyes fell on the man, he felt them linger without warning. He traced his eyes up to the his face; a squarish jaw, with a-day-old stubble sprinkled along the chin which could've been carefully elaborate, or messily unkempt, with broody deep-set blue eyes and a hint of a smirk. His gaze fell back onto the man's person, as tall as Dean, and at the black Henley hugging his lean torso and biceps; those looked like a lot of time at gym. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but was interrupted by the intruder.

"Your ass looks quite flattering in those." He spoke quietly; and Dean was speechless. Not only was the man's voice the deepest baritone Dean had ever heard, but his words, and the hint of a foreign accent, edging at the S's, had Dean stumped. The man added, in his heavenly rich voice; volatile and striking. "If you don't mind me saying."

Dean was shaken out of his reverie instantly. He squinted his eyes into a disapproving scowl. "What do you think you're doing here?" He hissed.

The man, stuck to his spot, gestured with his chin at Dean's phone, ignoring Dean's question completely. "You didn't end the call."

Dean glared at the strange man, as he muttered, "I'll get back to you, Charlie." He heard a chuckle, and a, "Go get a home run, Green!" back, as he hung up, and thrust his cellphone into his back pocket. He looked at the man again, pointedly, and repeated. "So, what are you doing here?"

"My team plays here, today." He repeated, in the same unaffected tone as before.

"You're a Snow Angel?" Dean smirked, pleased at himself for paying attention to Sam's personal pep talk before, on how to irk up the opponents.

"It's Shore Seraphs, and I'd pay more attention to us if we were you. We thrashed your team at the last encounter, though you were probably not there, Green." He replied, and Dean raised his eyebrows, warily.

"So, you've been listening in?" He didn't like hearing his team did bad, though it wasn't exactly his team just yet.

He shook his head. "No."

"How would you call me that then-" Dean paused mid sentence; his meaningful smirk betraying the response he was about to deliver. He started afresh. "Well, for the last time, what are you doing outside our dressing room?"

"I was unaware that it was prohibited." He even proceeded to shrug his shoulders, his head tilting slightly to one side. "If it's trespassing, I'll leave."

"Okay, big-words, lemme make this easier for you." Dean frowned slightly. "Were you here for a little footsie before football?" The latter's expression of confusion was genuine. Dean ran a hand through his hair, in exasperation. "Did you, you know, come here to meet with one of my teammates?" The word was alien on Dean's tongue. It'd always been 'guys' or 'brothers' in Texas. He wasn't gonna call people he hardly remembered names of, 'his hunters'.

"No." He replied, simply, with almost a blank face. "I don't want to 'meet' with any of your 'teammates' for whatever reason." He used air quotes in the most ridiculous manner. Dean could've chuckled.

"Well, then, did you come here to listen in to a few game secrets of our team?" Dean frowned deeper.

"No." He didn't even look offended; more taken aback. "That's not fair play. And I knew your team wasn't here."

"Okay," Dean rolled his eyes once more. "Did you want an autograph then?" He flexed, and smiled flirtatiously.

"You?" He blinked. He extended his hand to Dean. "Oh, you're different than I'd imagined, Kane."

Dean glared in return, not comprehending if his deadpan was serious or joking. "I'm not Kane, obviously. Look, normal-sized hair and beard."

"Then I wouldn't be looking for your autograph." He had the courtesy to smile, but added the snide comment nonetheless.

"Why don't you just come forward and say it? What are you doing in our dressing room?"

He contemplated it for a moment, and then replied in an exceedingly plain tone. "I came here for the hamburgers."

Dean's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"Hamburgers." He repeated. He turned halfways, and jutted his chin out towards the cafeteria. "Hamburgers." He repeated again, affirmatively.

"And I'm supposed to believe you?" Dean asked, incredulously.

"Of course." The frown was back. "Your cafeteria has better hamburgers, and I like hamburgers."

Dean didn't even have it in himself to roll his eyes. "Do you even hear yourself?"

"I can prove it." He smiled, all of a sudden, his entire face lighting up as his eyes crinkled into a surprisingly warm expression. Dean felt a want to mirror it, but kept it reined in. "We can have a hamburger here and then one at the cafeteria outside my dressing room. You'll understand for yourself." As if offended lightly by Dean's bland look, he added. "I'll pay."

"They're free, smartass." Dean replied unthinkingly. He later realised, that he was here for the first time and had no idea if they were free or not. He hoped his little trivia would hold true, because he'd spoken it with much conviction, and it would make him look foolish if the man called his bluff.

"They're not free on the other side." He said, singularly, looking dissatisfied.

"Well, it's our home ground." Dean beamed, proud of himself now.

His face darkened. "The pitch won't react the same way." He spoke - they were supposed to be parting words - and turned on his heel.

Dean, stumped at the abrupt end to the conversation, trailed after him, thoughtlessly. "So, you really only came here for the hamburgers, huh?"

"How would lying to you help me?" The frown was deeply set now.

"Well, okay, I take it back." Dean defended. "So, the date offer still stands?" It was supposed to be a joke, but the latter stared at him seriously, turning completely

"I never expressed romantic interest in you."

"And by date, what I meant was, me accompanying you on your hamburger foot-safari?" Dean replied, disgruntled. In his own defense, he quickly added. "Because, in any case, I don't play for the other side."

"You're not interested in guys?" His eyes were questioning.

"Not really." Dean smiled blandly, through the lie. Though it's college, and I'm experimenting, and I swing both ways considering the fact that I hooked up with a guy yesterday. "But what I meant, was the other side! The opponent team. Your team. Shore Seraphs."

"Okay." He smiled slightly. "I'll go."

"What about your hamburger?" Dean asked, wondering why it felt to a part of his brain to be sort of a last-resort to make conversation with this strange man who stumbled into his dressing room and was now walking out of his sight.

"There's still four hours to go. Screw the cafeteria. Your home ground better have a delivery service." This time, it was definitely a joke. Dean smiled unhesitantly, nodding uncertainly.

"I'm Dean, by the way." Dean called, thoughtlessly.

"Hello, Dean." He replied, in place of his own name. Dean swore under his breath at the stupifying awesomeness of the response, staring for unusually long at the retreating figure with the confident stride and pacing gait.

Maybe he'd be a pitcher - He Walked Like One - and Dean would hit him for a home run. That'd be great.

No, scratch that, that'd be fucking perfect. Maybe he'd get the guy to admit defeat, then.

Dean strived, silently, to pay attention to the eyes of his opponents in the match, so that he could search out blue ones, which for the next four hours, would dominate his thoughts.

Strike One.

(@but-for-the-gods-three-days How does this look?)

[moonshadecastiel]

AU—Cas talking to his son Jack (adopted) and then Dean says "I love you too" because this guy has really blue eyes and no one should look that good in a trenchcoat

Imagine your otp

[the-salty-asian]

My Immortal | MASTERLIST

Summary: Castiel has fallen in love with the mortal Dean Winchester. As punishment he’s forced to fall for the man and watch him die by his brother’s hands.

Word Count: 2.3k

Introduction

Part 1

Part 2 is underway!!! :D

Tag List : @sassymurderousangel @thewnchstrs @navajolovesdestiel

[lizleeships]

The other half of @c-kaeru ‘s truly excellent AU because I had no choice at all in the matter

[lovemelifeplz-blog]

Boyfriends, Remember? (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/xSweJ2CqqL In an attempt to get Castiel's family to stop setting him up, Dean agrees to pretend to be Cas's boyfriend for an evening. But when circumstances force the boys to continue their fake relationship, can they continue to deny their feelings for one another? Also, when a mysterious danger appears in their lives, can the boys survive it while trying t…

[multifandomed25]

So Destiel Jurassic Park au is canonly possible now? This is the best news of my entire life

[wheniwrite28]

some destiel for 17 from the prompt ask

17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything”Castiel x Dean Winchester

“All metal rusts”

When Castiel bought his car from some punk kid in a bad neighbourhood, he was desperate. How are you supposed to handle a new born on foot and manage a job. So desperate times call for desperate measures.

Cut to five months later, he has been to Singer Salvage at least 10 times which feels like a whole life time and is on the first name basis with the mechanic.

He wonders if Dean.l can recognise him with his car rusting away and jangling of metal, and maybe his footsteps. He could swear that he turns before even Cas can say something.

This is the 11 th time, his car broke down while dropping Claire with his brother Gabriel. He fails to see how does one have a night job as a baker, but Gabriel assures him, that all night bakeries are the craze these days.

Gabriel winked at him, so he doesn’t know if it was for his amusement or his brothers.

Right now he is beyond embarrassed but the salvage yard is mostly empty for it being a Thursday. Dean is bent down, looking into a car and he can see some satin peeking through. It might be pink or red. It could be ruby. Because Castiel feels like a deer caught in front of headlights and Dean turns.

To save both of them the embarrassment, Castiel clears his throat, “ignore me, I didn’t see anything.” But he has seen things. He has seen how Dean’s ass kind of looks like framed in satin panties.

Dean doesn’t know what to say, other than the blush that matches the panties. “Mr. Novak, I didn’t see you there,” he murmurs. He has yet to move form the hood of the car.

“Yeah, sorry to startle you,” Castiel is moving forward, but then steps back.

“Where is your death trap now? Are you sure you don’t want to get new wheels, that car has eaten more money than you bought it for,” Dean doesn’t want to think about what Mr Novak has seen. He won’t go there.

Castiel is still flustered and can’t unsee what he has seen.

“I don’t know if I can afford that,” he moves forward, just to see Dean more clearly, can he make out the shape and type. Does Dean sleep in them? These are all he questions that he wants the answer to.

“How about, this time I make it on the house and you can relax?” Dean gives him a mischievous grin.

“That would be too much trouble, but I know you are stubborn,” he directs the answer when he sees Dean trying to interrupt him and tell him what friends are for. Does he want to be friends with Dean, not anymore no.

“How about I get you dinner and we can it even then?” He sees Dean’s eyebrow shoot up and he is apprehensive.

“I thought you would never ask.” And he moves towards Castiel’s car to look inside the hood and maybe Castiel gets to see what inside Dean, or how far those satin lines go.

***

Castiel has answers to question he never even asked, Dean looks beyond sexy when he is wearing satin, he does wear them to bed, they fit him like they were his. The panties make Cas incredible horny for his husband, yes, they are married for one year, after dating for two years before. Seeing that was the best day of his life.