#fallen!castiel

[fr3sh-c0rn]

[anntova]

Fallen Angel

[marywinchstr]

sometimes i think about how sam prayed to angels every night and then 12 years later one lays in his bed to watch netflix. i think stanford sam would have an aneurism if he learned that. like oh yeah hi my name is sam winchester and i’m in love w this angel who uses my netflix account and is very autistic also he wears a trenchcoat. stanford sam would genuinely blue screen. i think jess would laugh.

[paunchsalazar]

they have to write Cas into some sort of binding situation elsewhere every few episodes because if Cas and Dean got to be in the bunker for more than a week they would have had sex with each other

[indubioprocoffee]

It is never the fall that kills you, it’s the landing.

But right about now, Castiel wasn’t so sure about that. He was racing towards the ground with an abominable speed and it was all Dean’s fault.

Sure, when he still had his wings, he was roaming the earth with an altitude far higher, but the motion had always been under his control. Now he had to pray to a higher power, which he knew wasn’t there, to save his miserable ass from becoming tomato soup on the ground. Besides his vessel didn’t seem accustomed to this kind of falling.

In his distress he was reaching for Dean’s hand, to clench his fingers. He had to hold on to something, otherwise he would probably scream like all the others on this godforsaken freefall tower. But he didn’t want Dean to think of him as a screamer.

Finally the hellish machine stopped, slowly lowering itself the last few meters to the ground.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Dean asked with a wide grin on his face.

“I’m never doing this again,” Cas said gravely, trying to stand on his trembling knees.

“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad,” Dean insisted.

“If I could choose between doing this again and going to hell, I’d choose hell. I don’t see why anyone would do this willingly.”

“It’s the adrenaline rush. It gives you a high, can be addictive.”

“Well, it makes me nauseous.”

“You are a little white around the nose,” Dean admitted. “Well, you are on the ground now …”

“Yes and I’m very thankful for that,” Cas answered fighting down the sour feeling in his throat.

“That means you can let go of my hand.” Dean was raising his hand, which was still painfully clenched by Cas’ fingers.

“No, I’m keeping it as compensation.”

“You … what?!”

“Yes, I think I’ll keep it. Say goodbye to your hand, Dean.”

“You know, I’m still attached to this, right? …right?”

@wigglebox

[melle-otterwise]

Just some father-son bonding 😇

(In reply to Misha's last post)

[jackexmachina]

When she was 2 and a half, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad — like, Wanted-To-Kill-Her mad.

[narutosnutsack69]

say what you will about Supernatural but those sluts had the best concept for angel wings in the history of entertainment

[thezephyrus7]

Destiel sketch cause I needed it after watching the new The Boys season :)

[deanstryker]

Castiel - Fallen Angel - My Edit

[inkandpaperqwerty]

If you think Castiel won't starve himself to death to keep from falling into the traps laid by the hunters who own him and to keep his stubborn pride as unfractured as ever, you would be... right. But he will get really, really close, and then someone is going to have to drag him back from the edge and get him to stop behaving like an idiot.

Read Chapter 3 on AO3 // fanfiction.net // wattpad

[anntova]

resurrection

[strawberry-roses-on-ao3]

I wrote a spn finale fix-it fic!

You Have to Fight for Your Happy Ending

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Castiel x Dean Winchester, Eileen x Sam Winchester (implied briefly), Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Other Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Spoilers for Series Finale, Minor Violence

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: One shot. Finished.

Fic Summary:

I told a coworker about how Dean died and he said "wtf? if it was my brother I would've told him he was in shock from the injury and to shut the fuck up and let me get help?" and I agreed so I wrote this fic (and also pushed my destiel agenda after making Dean live)

[redlenai]

Dean should be grateful, should be french kissing Castiel and shouldn't have died by vampmimes

Dean, hon, do you know what happened in 1972? Ryo fucking split akira in half, that Righteous man died without his damn legs, Earth destroyed

Be grateful the fallen angel decided to save you instead of killing you, just saying. Stop driving your car or going to AUs with your parents, go kiss the damn Angel right now

[ananke-xiii]

theirs was a rocky start but it's not lost on me that, sudden, weird, passionate kiss aside, cas could see meg's true form and call it "thorny beauty" after she roleplayed as a nurse for him back in that mental hospital. and, if that wasn't enough, when cas got back from purgatory and naomi's brainwashing he still looked at her and her crazy, dirty, greasy, badly died hair and was like "oh yes of course, I will move furniture with you, absolutely".

[artemis-73]

Suptober Day 12: Harvest Festival

The hunt is an easy one. Calling it a vamp nest would be an exaggeration, and Dean takes the two of them out without breaking a sweat. He thinks about calling Dad and asking if he's missing something.

Then he figures Dad wouldn't answer anyway.

He heads back to the motel alone. On the way, he passes Main St. It's completely closed with hay bales stacked in the street to block anything but foot traffic. There's a huge sign in faded oranges, browns, and reds declaring the start of the town's harvest festival. Tacked to the bottom are fliers from a bunch of local businesses, and one in particular catches his eye. It's for a place called Milton's that claims to have the best pies in the state.

He parks in the nearest empty spot and hoofs it back. The entire street is filled with people, mostly families, who are enjoying each other's company as much as they're enjoying the booths. Dean tries not to look at them too closely.

The bakery's booth is easy enough to find; he just has to follow the trail of people with half-eaten baked goods. When he gets to the front of the line, the woman behind the table freezes. She has fire red hair pulled back in a ponytail and big brown eyes that widen in surprise. Her customer service smile is still plastered on, and after an awkward, stuttering moment, she says, "Hi, how can I help you?"

She throws a look over her shoulder at the man who's slicing a new pie at the back of the booth.

"Uh." Weirdly enough, none of Dean's alarm bells are going off. It's a weird interaction, and he should be running the other direction, but... But he really wants some pie. "You got pumpkin?"

She nods eagerly. "Of course." To the other man, she says, "Cas, can you bring me a slice of pumpkin?"

Without looking up, Cas says, "I'm a little busy, Anna."

More urgently and through clenched teeth, Anna says, "Cas."

With a put upon sigh, Cas looks up, and it's like deja vu. As soon as he sees Dean, he freezes. His ice blue eyes dart to Anna then back to Dean. He drops the knife, scrambles for one of the pre-packed slices, and comes over to hand it to Dean.

Neither of them say anything while Dean takes out his wallet to pay. He even drops a couple of bucks in the tip jar before he starts back toward where he parked.

He's almost made it to the car when he hears someone calling his name. When he turns around, Cas is jogging after him. Dean slips his hand into his pocket so he can feel his switchblade.

"How do you know my name?" he asks.

Cas stops. Clearly, Dean's apprehension is obvious.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--" Cas worries his lip. Then like it's some kind of joke, he raises his hands and says, "Be not afraid."

Dean flips the switchblade open but keeps it close so that the people driving by (probably) won't notice it. "Listen, buddy. I asked you a question, so start talking."

"Okay, okay." The real concern on Cas's face makes Dean relax a little. No monster's going to be scared of a little blade. "Anna and I are human. We are. We just haven't always been."

"Then what were you before you were human?"

"You're not going to believe me."

"Try me."

"Angels," Cas blurts out.

Dean laughs. It's a little manic, but man, the guy is actually crazy. "Angels aren't real."

Cas hasn't lowered his hands, but he takes a step closer. "Your name is Dean Winchester. Your younger brother is Sam. Your father is John. He raised you both to be hunters after your mother, Mary, died."

"How the hell do you know all that?" Dean bumps against the Impala. He hadn't even realized he was backing up.

"Heaven has plans for you and your brother. Awful plans."

"And what? You're telling me out of the goodness of your heart?"

"When Anna and I fell, we told ourselves we wouldn't get involved with any of it. We didn't expect you to show up at our booth, and it seemed cruel not to warn you." Cas finally lowers his hands. "I'll leave you alone now. I'm sorry." Awkwardly, he turns and starts back toward the festival.

The guy's crazy. Maybe he knows other hunters, and that's how he knows about the Winchesters. Maybe he's some kind of monster with amnesia that thinks it human. Whatever the case may be, there's no reason for Dean to do anything but climb into the Impala and leave.

"Fuck," he grunts. Then louder, "Hey, Cas!"

Cas turns around tentatively, but there's a hopeful quirk to his eyebrow.

"You said this whole heaven thing included Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Yes."

Dean sighs. He looks back at the road that leads to his motel. He could be packed up and heading out of town in less than half an hour. Cas hasn't moved.

Finally, against his better judgement, Dean says, "Could you and Anna use some help packing your booth up?"