#first destiel fic!
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superwowvibes · 1 month ago
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what doyou mean the boyfriends are fighting please don't fight guys
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wigglebox · 3 months ago
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Destiel Hot Summer - Storm ⛈️
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angelsdean · 2 years ago
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whenever i think abt misha saying he didn't start playing cas as in love with dean until s15 i am like. that man is a Known liar who lies
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aturnoftheearth · 26 days ago
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you will never understand the joys of 2021 spnblr. unless you do.
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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months ago
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Friend: What are you doing right now?
Me: I have a lot of projects.
Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?
Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.
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lambmotifz · 6 months ago
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can’t get over the fact that all of this happened in the pilot episode
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limbel · 23 days ago
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in which Dean dreams about Cas
Rating: Mature Warnings: Crator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester Word count: 1200
》 READ HERE
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snaileer · 14 days ago
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Behold!🤲🏼
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The wildest fic I have ever come across.
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aletterinthenameofsanity · 10 months ago
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was in the shower and had the literal thought "fix-it fic is literally playing with barbies until you shape the narrative into something coherent" and tbh, that's kinda true for just fic writing and even original writing in general.
play with those barbies. make them kiss. make them kill each other. hurt them. comfort them.
smash those barbies together until you have a story you think is worth telling.
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avocadoraisin · 7 months ago
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man, unintentional but interesting art evolution comparison
this isnt totally fair bc i didnt fully light & shade the Hoffstrahm piece but still, im intrigued
2015 ➡ 2024
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seidenapfel · 6 months ago
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Destiel Pride - Day 1: Figuring Out Coloured pencils on paper
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strawlessandbraless · 2 months ago
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If you don’t mind me asking, what was your first destiel fic?
Not at all! I’m pretty sure the first destiel I ever read was Tripping by Hatteress. I’ve added the ao3 link here but I definitely originally read this on fanfiction.net over a decade ago lol. It’s a cute fic, in canon - taking place around season 4 & 5. It’s well written and I remember really enjoying it. Definitely a good entry into the fandom and also fanfic in general. I may have to give this little gem a reread. Thanks for this ask and stroll down memory lane!
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herefortheships · 3 days ago
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Here it is! My first fanfic in over TEN years! This fic is for today's Destiel fandom event Electric Boogaloo, hosted by @blanketforcas in celebration of the anniversary of the Latam dub giving us canon reciprocal Destiel.
The theme of the event is reciprocation, and that is the theme of my little fic. I hope you like it!
(I wanted to also share this to AO3 and contribute to the over 100,000 Destiel fanworks, but I haven't gotten my invitation yet! So this will go over there eventually.)
Word count: 1,778 words
No warnings of any kind. I think it's a sweet kind of story.
Short summary: Dean sits down to write a letter for Cas with all the things he didn't get to say.
Felicidades a Dean y Castiel en este aniversario. Siempre quiero recordar la alegría (y el DOLOR de ALMA lol) que estos dos me han dado desde el 2012 hasta el día de hoy. Los amo. 😊✨
(Congratulations to Dean and Castiel in this anniversary. I always wat to remember the joy (and the PAIN of my SOUL lol) these two have given me since 2012 until today. I love them. 😊)
💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙
The words he never said
A short fic by Here for the Ships (Des 💚)
Dean Winchester sat at his desk with nothing but a pencil, a sheet of paper, and a bottle of booze. Sam was out in an early morning run with the dog, so Dean was alone with some time to kill and some thoughts to finally drag out of his head and smother away with this one sheet of paper. It had been over two months, now, since he had been forced to part ways with Cas; since his entire world had been turned inside-out and upside-down.
He wasn’t sure if he had processed everything; from the loss of Cas, to defeating Chuck (aka the God), to living in a world where his new God had been a surrogate son to him only a couple of months ago.
The events of those days played often in his mind, when he found himself alone; they paraded in his dreams as he tried to sleep at night… The grief of what was lost had become a constant companion, peering through any moment of peace in the most unexpected ways. A song suddenly playing in the radio, a scent attached to a moment he would never get back.
Dean had considered taking it on as his one mission in life, hunting down the Empty and getting Cas back. But no. He had learned it well and deep by now, that revenge never resulted in anything good. Plus, he’d had enough of dealing with supernatural beings with ineffable, omnipotent powers. Chuck was the final Big Fish he took down, and he was good with that.
Dean took a look at the bottle of room-temperature beer for a few seconds, and he pushed it back on his desk instead of taking a sip this time. It’d hurt, but these words needed to be said. Or at least, he needed them out of his head and stored somewhere else.
“Well, Cas… These are the things I never said…” he said to himself, picked up the pencil, and got to writing:
Last night I prayed to Jack, again… And Cas, buddy, you know how much I hate having to do that. But I had to. You know, I thought I had accepted it, that I was over it. You did what you had to do, and I did what I had to do… We were all doing what we thought was right. But it just keeps playing over and over, and over in my head.
Cas, what the hell were you thinking? I’m not one for judging… I’ve done my share of stupid things, too. For love, for not wanting to be left alone… But Cas, how could you do this to me? I know it sounds fucking selfish, because you’re gone, and because of that we’re all safe and your sacrifice wasn’t it vain—it was never in vain, I really hope you know that. But Cas, now I have to live knowing that you’re gone because you loved me. You loved me. You said all those things about me, I can scarcely remember all of it (trust me, I’m kicking myself about it every freaking day), but I can feel it, everything. I can feel every damned word, every damned day.
Just so you know, because of you… Because of you I could see more in me. Because of you I could see myself differently than I ever did before. Man, I wish I wasn’t so bad with this… That I could put into words just what that all meant to me, what it means to me.
You said all those things about me, and I didn’t get to say anything. And yeah, just like I’ve prayed to you, hoping you could hear what I had to say, I’ve also prayed to Jack. I’ve prayed almost every single night for him to get you out of that place; for him to set things right… But I haven’t heard a word from Jack, and I haven’t seen a flutter of angel wings anywhere; nothing to connect me to Heaven, nothing to give me a clue on what to do….
Every night, the scene of your death plays inside my head, like a freaking movie I can’t look away from no matter how much I want. And in my head, I always stop it from happening. In my head we face the Empty together and we win. We always win.
Dean stopped for a moment, gathering his thoughts, wondering if writing this would be enough.
I think I took it for granted, that we always win. I think at some point I felt invincible. You know, you and me, and Sam, we’ve taken some pretty Big Fish. I think something inside me always felt like we’d always win, that we’d always come back to the bunker together and share some beers. I think something inside me always believed that, even though I didn’t fully realize it. Looking back now, I see it. Cas, when you said those words to me, I froze. And it took me a while, you know? To understand what really happened. That I was your happiness.
“No, I don’t think I should put it like that…”
That I was your happiness. That just letting me know how you felt about me was enough to make you truly happy. Enough to make the Empty come and take you. But Cas, now I have to live with that knowledge and it’s driving me fucking crazy, because… Alright, I’m not good with words, and I’m sure by now you know that about me, Cas, but I just wanted you to know, I needed you to know
Dean sat back and sighed a long sigh, staring at the page like it was staring right back at him, somehow shaming him, even though there was no one here to read over his shoulder. “I can’t even write the motherfukin’ words.”
There was no time to finish this now, anyway. He’d heard the door a few minutes ago: Sam was back, and he should be in the shower now. There was a case they were driving up to today, and he’d already made up his mind: it would be his last. He was officially retiring after today (not that he’d told Sam anything about that yet, but… he’d figure out how to say it on the way back).
They were supposed to leave after breakfast for a whole day of driving.
Chuck was defeated and Jack had vanished, having become the new God (that was still crazy to think about). There were no immediate world-ending threats and no more infinitely powerful surrogate son to take care of anymore. He was done hunting. If Cas was truly gone forever, then he’d honor his sacrifice by living the best possible life he could live. And that life, however he looked at it… That life didn’t include hunting. Not anymore.
Dean sat down to tie his boots, and as he did, a second pair of boots appeared right in front of him. “Man, that was fast. I didn’t even hear the damned door just now. You’re gonna have to give me a break, Sammy.” But when he raised his gaze, he found himself looking at Jack, standing there with a small smile.
The color drained out of Dean’s face. For a moment, he could only stare at Jack, wondering if he was imagining it.
“Hello, Dean. You’ve been okay?” Jack said, sounding a little timid, to which Dean replied, “Yeah… I’m fine, no thanks to you… Almost gave this old man a heart attack…” Dean joked, a little breathless, and God or not, this was Jack, so he pulled him into a hug. “Come here. How’ve you been? It’s so good to see you…”
“I’ve been good,” Jack said, and he pulled away. “There’s someone else who’s been wanting to see you." Jack beamed. "Believe me, it took me a while to negotiate (you won’t be surprised to know, not even God is entirely all powerful), but I finally did it…”
And that was when Dean felt it, the powerful presence behind him.
He could do nothing but stand there as the realization of what Jack meant dawned on him, until the words broke him out of the spell, “Hello, Dean.”
Dean turned around, and there he saw…
“Cas…”
Castiel was standing there, right in front of his bed. He was fully restored; Dean didn’t need to see a shadow of his wings to know this was Cas in his full angelic power, safe and alive and standing right there in his bedroom. “But… how?”
“We heard your prayers,” Jack said, “and Cas didn’t belong in the Empty. I had to right a wrong.”
“You damn well had to…” said Dean, still staring at Cas. “Jack…” He finally turned back to thank him—to say anything—but Jack was gone.
“Dean… I’m so sorry…” Cas said. “I should’ve—”
“What are you talking about, man… You’re back… That’s all that matters.”
“I owe it all to Jack. He is everything I hoped he would become,” Cas said, and he smiled.
And then, there was silence. Even though Dean had been writing a long letter just moments ago, full of all the things he wished he could have said to Cas that day, here was Cas in the flesh right now—his Cas—and not a single word would form.
So Dean just pulled Cas into a hug and squeezed him tight, breathing him in.
“I’m sorry it all happened so abruptly; I wish I could—” Cas started.
“I don’t care. Cas… I don’t care.” Dean pulled back from the hug, staring Cas straight in the face with his hands still on his arms. “All I care is that you’re here.”
Cas looked sad, or perhaps, conflicted. “Dean… I know… What I said before…” he started, but Dean stopped him again.
“Cas… If you heard me just now… If you’ve heard my prayers, to you, to Jack… Then you know. But still… I feel like I should say something.”
“Dean… You really don’t have to—”
“But I’m not good at saying something, so…” he pulled Cas into a kiss. It was warm and tender, and salty with the tears that had finally pushed their way out. Cas kissed him right back, and when they stopped, they stood there sharing each other’s breath, with their lips just an inch away from another kiss.
“I think that should be enough of an answer… But if it wasn’t, Cas…” Dean smiled, a small, trembling smile, and it was almost a whisper when he said, “I love you, too.”
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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months ago
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Leaving with memories from the future
Salty Dean 
Happy 15th anniversary 
Beautiful soul
Cosy Sunday morning
Healing guilt
Thanked as deserved
There is nothing stupid about you and me 
Need for comfort 
Inspiring Fanfiction
A gift to listen and keep
Never going to apologize for saving you
How to like Halloween and scary movies
Offering pie is the solution
Kissing you is like fireworks
Light touches
You did everything you could
My old man
Warm and soft skin
Love you babygirl
Just a small green ball
Too close to step back
A little knife to save you
Angelic bubble
You are perfect the way you are
Quit being cute! 
I can't resist you
Looking when you aren't
Dying sunset
How to make an angel of the Lord dance
Slutty boy
OCDean
Summer paradise
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superwowvibes · 1 month ago
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so dean told cas he had to get out of the bunker and yes officer i comitted murder and the victim is myself
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sasanka-27 · 2 months ago
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Had a chance to work my first ever bang with lovely @casslesschaps and be artist to their story “Restless man”. Had a lot of fun making these! Thank you for being so amazing and patient with me.
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Be sure to check out the story here!
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