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does anyone have any destiel fanfics with fluffy dean and cas?
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Yes he does!!!
#destiel#spn fanart#destiel fanart#my art#sasanka27 art#spn#destiel art#fluffy destiel#cause i am living for it#might do addition to this#tomorrow which is today lol its 1am#supernatural fanart#castiel#dean winchester#my babes#my dearest#hunter husbands (retired)#deancas
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I just had the cutest little idea about Destiel I couldn't not share it.
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One time a bumblebee landed on Cas. He gently turned to Dean to get his attention. When he looked, Cas was beaming with joy and pointing repeatedly at the bee.
"Dean. Dean. Dean, look. It chose me. This must mean something. What does it mean?"
Dean looked Cas up and down, confused but delighted to see the joy in his face. He always found himself staring at Cas when he was distracted by something that brought the most genuine smile to his face. He was content watching the happiness in him. It meant they had time to relish in the little things that brought them joy without the persistent pressure of the next apocalypse looming over them.
He got those signature crinkles in his eyes as he said, "Probably thinks you're a flower." His voice carried the illusion of disregard, but his face was anything but. Adoration flooded his eyes as he gazed upon the angel, shrouded in the golden light of the setting sun. He could literally see Cas' eyes light up when he heard what Dean had said.
"This is the highest honor I've ever been bestowed."
Dean huffed out a breathy laugh, "and you were God once."
"This is much more honorable than that. I am a flower." He said it with so much sincerity, Dean just had to match it.
"Yes, Cas. You are a flower."
And now every so often Dean calls to Cas with a nickname. Since this started, bees seem to gravitate towards the angel. He's rarely found outside without a few resting in his hair. Maybe Cas really was a flower, but it didn't really matter, because to Dean and himself he was, and that's all that mattered to either of them.
Is that not the cutest shit.
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I accept
Vacation.
I haven't forgotten Dean and Cas yet, please accept this doodle as a token of my love. ;w;
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there’s never enough time.
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3rd anniversary of canon destiel
Nov 5, 2020
#YEAR 3 ! GIVE IT UP FOR YEAR 3#have some angst#I’ll draw fluffy things another time#purposely gave these a blur effect#to signify the haste of time#and he’s that is the cut Dean reaction from the ep trailer#LOVE YOU ALL#sketch.art#destiel#deancas#November 5th#Nov 5#nov 5 2020#destiel angst#despair#spn 15x18#Cas’ confession
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"Uh? Cas? You're kinda glowing."
"Thank you, Dean. I think you look beautiful after sex too."
Dean choked. "No, I mean- you're actually glowing."
"Hm? Oh. I am." Cas gently removed his hand from its place against Dean's chest and examined his glowing palm, twisting it back and forth.
Dean lifted his own hand up and entwined their fingers together. Cas's skin gave off a soft blue light against his, that pulsed even brighter when Dean kissed the back of his hand. It felt warm. Fluttery almost.
"As soon as my blood goes back to my brain I'll think of something funny to say about afterglow," Dean mumbled sleepily, bringing their joined hands back to his chest and relaxing back into Cas's chest. "Heh. Afterglow."
#will I ever get tired of writing fluffy schmoopy ficlets of them? absolutely not#I hope youre all not bored of them by now asdhjhgshfj#destiel#destiel ficlet#deancas#spn#castiel's angel powers#ofc he glows after - contended angel nightlight#pie's projects
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receita para dois
fanart: @fluffsnake aqui
futura doação?
caso se inspire, dê os devidos créditos
09/12/24
fiquei doida quando vi essa fanart.
#destiel#doação de capas#capa para fic#capa de spirit#capa social spirit#capa divertida#capa romantica#capa colagem#capa fluffy#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel
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Suptober - Day 7 || Black Cat [x]
#suptober23#destiel#destiel fanart#dean winchester#castiel#spnfanart#wiggleart#Cas embraces the cat distribution system#dean is skeptical lmao#I love fluffy black cats so I made this one fluffy#and it took me way too long to draw lmao#the tree and some background stuff will be lined for the coloring book but I didn’t know how I wanted it to look until coloring#so it’s why it’s not lined lol#also I wish I could have a cat I’m so allergic
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Fluffstiel Bang Sign-Ups are Open!
The Fluffstiel Bang is a Destiel mini-bang challenge that is FLUFFY! Give us all the fluff! The minimum word count for authors is 5,000. Artists will create one piece of original artwork and one banner inspired by the fic they get paired with.
Please read the rules, guidelines, and schedule here!
AND... Sign-Ups are Officially OPEN!
#destiel#spn#spn fanart#spn fanfic#spnfandom#destiel fluff#fluffstiel bang 2024#the fluffstiel bang#castiel x dean#dean x castiel#casdean#deancas#it's so fluffy I'm gonna die#fluff fluff fluff#Give us all your fluff
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1/6/25: Recover
“Dean, sit down.” Cas orders from where he’s standing at the kitchen stove, spatula in hand. He wields in the same way Dean does when he’s lecturing someone and cooking at the same time and Dean thinks both ruefully and in amusement about all the habits he unintentionally passed along to Cas. “I am perfectly capable—”
“Just let me check.” Dean insists, going to stand from the barstool he is perched on at the counter. “You’ve never made soup before.”
“Dean,” Cas says and this time there’s a clear warning in his voice. It’s deep and rumbly and probably the voice that Cas used to guide armies when he was an angel and instill fear into those who dared stand against him. To Dean, it’s completely harmless, and he stands up anyways and crosses to stand right behind Cas, peering over his shoulder.
Cas huffs a dramatic sigh to match his dramatic eye roll as Dean nestles his chin onto Cas’s shoulder and stares down into the pot. It’s quiet for a long moment before Dean nods a little, pressing a kiss to the side of Cas’s neck. “Looks good.”
“I have been alive for millennia,” Cas insists with frustration. “I think I can make some chicken noodle soup.”
“First,” Dean says, raising a finger to tick off his point. “When you were an angel for those millennia,” He drops his voice with a grin to mimic Cas’s and earns a half-hearted elbow to the ribs. “You didn’t eat. So none of those years count. Second,” he ticks off another finger, “Even if they did count, you’re not an angel anymore, so none of your angel experience counts. And you don’t have mojo to fix burned soup.”
“I would hardly have wasted my grace on burned soup.” Cas argues as he places the spatula back into the soup and begins stirring.
Dean allows himself to be dislodged, but he doesn’t return to his seat at the counter. “You consider feeding me unburned soup a waste?”
Cas doesn’t even bother to give him a verbal response, instead sending a withering glare over his shoulder to make his point. Dean grins at him, wide and full of genuine joy. It lasts all of about two seconds before he’s suddenly sneezing, reaching for the box of tissues that Cas had kept within a foot radius of him at all times for the last two days. He wipes at his nose miserably, reminded how raw it is from how much he’s been blowing it, and then he sulks back to his seat.
Once he’s seated comfortably at the counter again, Dean crosses his arms and pillows his head on top of them, making sure he can still keep Cas in his line of sight. Cas glances over his shoulder occasionally, watching as Dean settles in.
After a minute of silence, Cas asks quietly, “Are you feeling any better at all?”
“A little,” Dean answers, but now he sounds stuffy and the dubious look Cas sends him indicates that he hears it as well. “I’m just fucking sick of this.”
Cas takes one last glance into the pot before carefully stowing the spatula on the spoon rest that Dean had insisted they get for the kitchen as soon as they had made the bunker their permanent home. Once he’s set the spatula down, he crosses the room easily, one hand coming to rest between Dean’s shoulder blades and moving in small, soothing circles. Cas has always been warm and it feels good to Dean’s aching back and sore muscles. Cas’s other hand threads gently into Dean’s hair, brushing it away from his face and scratching gently at his scalp. It’s all Dean can do not to groan aloud and melt into a complete puddle underneath the stool.
“I’m sorry you don’t feel well,” Cas says for what has to be the millionth time, though it has never lost even an ounce of its sincerity. “Just give yourself a couple more days to recover and then you’ll be back to normal.”
“You said a few days a few days ago.” Dean mumbles, but his eyes have slipped closed and there’s not any actual bite to his words.
Ever since he’d gotten sick, everything had been stupidly difficult. But in this moment, feeling Cas so close to him, smelling the soup that Cas was making just for him— well this is the best Dean has felt in a few days. He had fought it at first, insistent that he knew how to make chicken noodle soup and was perfectly capable of making it for himself. Cas had sat him down and told him with absolutely no room for argument that Dean took care of everyone else and now it was his turn to be taken care of. Any rebuttal Dean wanted to make to that died on his tongue somewhere between the stormy warning that was in Cas’s eyes and the coughing fit that had taken the words right out of his mouth.
And so he had relented, although it had taken a few days to get around to the soup because Dean hadn’t felt up to eating much at first. He’d spent most of his time curled up in bed, head pillowed on Cas’s lap, warning him repeatedly that he was going to get sick, too, if he stayed around Dean. Reminding him that he was human now, and human ailments were something he had to worry about. But Cas had insisted on staying and Dean really hadn’t tried that hard to push him away because he liked the comfort and the company.
And if he ended up making soup for Cas next week because Cas inevitably got sick— if he ended up rubbing circles into Cas’s back while gently brushing his messy hair off his fevered forehead, well, that was a trade Dean was willing to make. He could be taken care of if he needed to be, but only if it was by Cas.
#enjoy a dose of fluffy human!cas and sick!dean#im a little sick so#established destiel#destiel#deancas#supernatural#spn#daily destiel drabble#daily drabble
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#castiel#castiel angel of love#he's so full of love!!!!!#prettiest beautifullest baby angel#spn#supernatural#spn text post#he has shit taste 🙄🙄 /j#he should be dating me 😠#dean winchester#destiel#soft destiel#fluffy#fluff#fluff post#destiel fluff#castiel the love of my life#castiel angel of the lord
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Warning! This poll contains destiel!
#polls#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#pollsnatural about destiel#it's not the season for this poll ig#but i wanted smth fluffy and cute#and it's all that i've came up with
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If some of you want to read a ficlet about Destiel finishing their salt and burn in time before midnight on New Year's Eve and engaged in that famous tradition that Cas just discovered, then let me tell you that I have something for you. And it's called Kissing you is like fireworks.
#before the big party if you celebrate#what about some destiel fluff huh?#if you don't really celebrate like me#(if watching supernatural episodes doesn't count like celebrating)#settle comfortably for a second and have some fluffy ficlet anyway#destiel#deancas#castiel#dean winchester#destiel ficlet#my destiel fanfic#I've read it and I would have changed some things if it wasn't already posted#I guess my writing evolved since I wrote it about a year ago
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new WIP?
I have begun a new fic idea surrounding the adopted daughter of the Winchesters when they retire (Winchesters includes the entire main core people in a post canon fix-it fic because I want Bobby and Crowley to be alive and others too. Winchesters does not mean wincest, fuck off degenerates)
This fic was inspired by the headcanon that Jack would be a great big brother to a little sister, and that they would also be like Dean as a big brother because that is his main example of one.
On a case, the group ends up adopting a baby girl. Sam and Eileen have a daughter a year later. They retire and the group raises their daughters without any involvement of the Supernatural, telling the girls nothing about their past life. The story follows the two daughters as they are high schoolers trying to figure out why certain aspects of their childhood were so...weird. At first, they think it's something to do with a secret government agency, like X-files or S.H.E.I.L.D., but they discover the truth is way more bizarre, terrifying, and supernatural than they ever could have guessed.
#full of ideas for cute fluffy moments#sibling dynamics go hard#claire is their cool older sister#fuck nuclear family#this is FOUND family dynamics#dean and sam codependency shines a LOT#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#ao3#spn#spn fic#spn fanfic#sam winchester#jack kline
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Guys I just scrolled through umpteen years of my blog and I’m feeling nostalgic now. Supernatural having a gif for absolutely everything and hijacking every post ever posted by anybody. SuperWhoLock. The godforsaken Mishapocalypse. That one girl getting her fluffy chicken. That godawful do you like the color of the sky post.
And still here the fuck we are. Cheers y’all.
#text post#shit post#ah fandom#supernatural#dr who#Sherlock#i went there#superwholock#fluffy chicken#destiel
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The boy who all the girls pay for: A Prompt
There's a regular at this restaurant who only pays for his meal about 50% of the time. Girls usually saw him and asked to pay for his meal. He always leaves a more sizable tip when that happens, presumably because he can afford to do so. Worker can see that he's attractive, but doesn't quite understand how or why it happens. And moreover, why he only ever comes in alone, not with one of the girls who's hit on him.
Eventually Worker finds out that he's like... a notoriously good person. Volunteers to walk dogs and mow lawns, volunteers, often scales the town if a pet has gone missing, offers kids stickers especially if they seem down, and all of that on top of him being a total smoke show.
Well, why hasn't he gone out with a girl yet? Brought her here? Well, he pretty much only comes here for one reason. The cute boy behind the counter (or bar?) who he doesn't want to bother while he's working.
#the cute boy is worker if you didnt get that#you could do this genderbent as well#but i feel like guys paying for a single girl's meal is less than wholesome#prompt#mlm prompt#logicality#arson bros#boyf riends#richjake#sabriel#destiel#midam#asanoya#gay prompt#fluffy prompts#coffee shop au#doesnt have to be a coffee shop tho#swedish barbeque#maybe#steddie#byler
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