#hawkland

[valleydean]

The Beginning

Story by: valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) Art by: sidewinder @hawkland

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~118k

Tags/archive warnings: endverse, zombie apocalypse, graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, drug use, animal death, Dean POV, Cas POV, Castiel's loss of angelic grace, newly human Castiel, jealous Dean, fear of abandonment, angst, rough sex, body horror, internalized homophobia, denial, minor Cas/OC, drugs as a coping mechanism, sex as a coping mechanism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, slow build, codependency

Summary: One year ago, soon after Lucifer was freed from the Cage, Dean and Sam parted ways. Since then, Dean has been hunting on his own and, along with Cas despite his declining grace, searching for a way to prevent the apocalypse. When the outbreak of the Croatoan virus begins, Dean and Cas head to Bobby’s to plan their next move. On the way, as the contagion rapidly spreads through America, they must contend with the rabid infected, martial law, and humans who will do anything to ensure their own survival.

Preview:

Cas stepped to the other side of the door and turned around to face Dean. Dean stopped walking, looking forward at Cas and waiting for him to say anything at all.

When he did, it was, “In there.”

Dean pulled his brows together, his eyes flashing to the dark window panel in the door. The directional light of his flashlight bounced off of it, obscuring whatever was inside. The glass was a deeply black mirror.

His gut clenched, feeling like someone had shoved their hand into his intestines and was trying to rip them out. He slowly brought his face closer to the window. His transparent reflection stared back pensively. He looked beyond it, squinting and refocusing his eyes.

There were bodies in there—maybe three of four. He couldn’t really tell. Some of them were in pieces. Pools of blood soaked them, glinting like a knife in the moonlight that fought its way through the dirty windows.

Dean opened his mouth, about to ask what the hell happened.

Something slammed against the other side of the glass. A bloody hand. Dean jumped back, his shout echoing down the hall. It shattered the bubble of silence—so, too, did the banging on the glass as the man inside tried to beat his way out of the room. His dripping red fists pounded incessantly, leaving smears on the window. He was giving off animalistic grunts and hisses.

“What the…” Dean said, his heart still in his throat. He looked at Cas, demanding an answer. Part of him wanted to blame Cas, to ask him why the hell he slaughtered people and left them in a room. But maybe they weren’t people. Then, what? Demons? Monsters?

Something didn’t add up.

The man kept doing everything he could to bust through the glass. Dean noticed the paring knife clutched in his fist.

Cas didn’t kill those people.

“I led them here and locked them inside,” Cas said, as if he’d read Dean’s mind. “They killed each other.”

The lines of Dean’s forehead bunched up when he lifted his brows in surprise. There was something he was missing. It felt like a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue. A distorted memory from a faded dream.

“You’ve seen this before,” Cas supplied. “The Croatoan virus.”

The words hit Dean like a truck. Blanching, he said, “Croatoan? You mean, the thing that turns everybody into Jack Torrance?”

“No, the demon virus that triggers murderous actions in anyone who contracts it,” Cas corrected, and Dean was still too busy freaking out to tell Cas they pretty much said the same thing. Pressing his lips together, Cas turned his gaze on the door, and there was a subdued kind of despondency in them, like he was trying to control how much emotion he showed on his face. “It’s one of the signs of the apocalypse. This is Lucifer’s doing. He unleashed the Horseman Pestilence.”

“Pestilence,” Dean echoed, the word taking a long time to process. He remembered, thirteen months ago, when he and Sam cut the ring off War’s fingers. That had been the day he and Sam parted ways. Dean hadn’t seen his brother since. He’d only talked to him once on the phone, when Sam called him a few weeks later to tell Dean that Lucifer wanted him as his meatsuit.

Dean rattled his head, trying to shake loose any thoughts of Sam. He focused on Cas saying, “The entire town’s been infected.”

Dean remembered how quickly the virus spread—and how it spread. An infected person had to bleed into someone’s open wound. Once the blood mixed, that was it. Soon after, the victim would turn into a one-track-mind, bloodthirsty monster.

He glanced back at the doorway. The man was still standing behind the glass, looking at Dean like he was lunch, but at least he’d stopped pounding on the window.

“It isn’t the only one,” Cas continued. “There are pockets of the virus across America—possibly the world.”

How hadn’t Dean heard about this? His chest felt too small, like his ribcage was shrinking around his heart and lungs. “Where’d it start?”

“I don’t know.”

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest

[deancas-stabfest]

the starving faithfuls

Author: pluto (@spacetiel) Artist: sidewinder (@hawkland) Rating: M Word Count: 8,972 Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Tags: Godstiel, Religious Imagery, Body Horror, Communion but Literal

Summary

For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes. - 1 Corinthians 11:26 Cas becomes God and has some funny ideas about worship.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

Stickers:

[hawkland]

"I'll be in every drop of falling rain, every speck of dust that the wind blows, and in the sand, in the rocks, and the sea."

My trueform angels and other entities: [Castiel] [Leviathan!Cas] [Raphael] [Anna] [Joshua] [Amara] [Crowley]

For Suptober Prompt #15: Abstract

[midnightsilver]

I ordered myself some new stickers from Redbubble to take advantage of the sale 😁 and they just arrived in the post. I’m absolutely loving them!!🎉🎉

Adam, Gadreel and Ketch are by @demonicsoulmates-art

Jack, Demon Dean, Meg and Cas, and Garth are by @hawkland

And the 2 Sammys are mine 😄

So now I’m off to decorate my art bench because there is no such thing as too much Supernatural! 😁

[hawkland]

*cough*

Guess who did this year's banner art?

It's time!

The Dean/Cas Big Bang is thrilled to announce the opening of our 2024 round.

Author, artist, or beta reader? Read the rules, check the schedule, and sign up today!

Lover of all things Dean/Cas? Start preparing for a barrage of fantastic fic and art to come your way in October and November!

[caught-a-dragonfly]

Take The Long Way Home

A story by sidewinder | @hawkland With art by me made for @deancaspinefest!

[fluffsnake]

Here goes my art masterpost for the @spnangelbang (bangel) :D

Doors Unlocked and Open Story: sidewinder @hawkland Art: by moi~

I'm so happy to have had the opportunity to collab with @hawkland on this! The fic caught my attention straight away with the unique and interesting story premise, and Hawk here has been an absolute joy to work with ♥ you can read it here ^^

I couldn't decide on only one scene to draw, and wanted to depict both Cas and Dean embracing their new roles respectively, so in the end I settled on doing a collage of multiple scenes from the fic. I hope you enjoy!

“I love you, Cas. I’m dead and it doesn’t matter, because I’ve found you and I can tell you to your stupid goddamn face that I love you.”

also here's a process video and more rambling below the cut if ur into that kinda stuff

Now I realize I liked the initial composition too, where instead of Death!Dean I wanted to try and re-draw the banner a little better...

I feel like it looked better in the page overall, but I just had to draw a cocky Death!Dean leaning on his scythe instead as soon as I got the idea :")

P.S. I'm no good at drawing, like, graphic elements, but I would've totally wanted to add some SLUUURP and munch munch SFX indicators like in the initial sketch haah

please pretend they're there, or something.

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon: The Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang

Calling all Destiel artists, gif makers and video creators!

One day, @hawkland and @friendofcarlotta were commiserating about how reverse bangs often were full of wonderfully creative AU ideas and scenarios, but it was hard to do them proper justice in the short writing period, and low word count, typically given for reverse bangs. So, we decided to try to launch a reverse Big Bang to fill that void!

Stories & art for this event must be focused on the relationship between Dean and Castiel in some romantic, sexual, or queerplatonic fashion that would qualify as more than simple friendship (ie, you would tag the story and/or art with a “/” and not a “&” on Archive of Our Own). Aro/ace readings of the characters are of course welcome!

Story minimum length requirement: 10,000 words

Art requirement per collaboration: 2 full illustrations or equivalent graphic/video works (For video submissions, 30 seconds per piece or one minute entirety. For gifset submissions, a minimum of 3 gifs per set, 6 in total.)

Banner/title art: Required from artist. (Can be just a crop/edit of the original piece submitted for claims.)

Full rules can be found here, along with the event schedule.

Be sure to follow this blog for future announcements and promos, including when sign-ups open on July 15th!

[bleuzombie]

Obsessed with this painting.

Title: When My Mind Is Wandering (There I Will Go)

Author: rachelindeed

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Finale fix-it: In order to save Dean's life, Cas has to temporarily take him as a vessel. While Dean's body heals, they decide to explore what a life outside of hunting could look like. On a volunteer trip a few towns over, they are reminded of the beauty of community. And as Cas's thoughts mix with his own, Dean learns how freeing it can be to see himself through the eyes of someone who loves him.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, minor background Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Consensual Possession, Angelic Possession (Supernatural), Developing Relationship, Romance, Healing, Fix-It, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural), Post-Finale

Posting on June 25

Keep reading for a short excerpt.

It wasn't just senses, emotions, and words that flowed back and forth: memories joined the tango, too. Dean could always tell which were Cas's by the hyper-focused detail. Angelic memories weren't tied to the data limits of human brains, so they held onto everything like fancy honking celestial IMAX cameras. When Dean remembered some conversation they'd had years ago, it was the normal kind of approximation where he could paraphrase some key things said, tell you if there'd been rain or sun, maybe grasp a general image of how Cas had looked in the moment. Meanwhile, Cas could still count the raindrops on the driver's side window, still see the tiny shadows on Dean's face as his eyelashes caught the light.

It was kind of funny seeing himself that way, but honestly, not as freaky as he might have expected. Sure, the fact that Cas had perfect recall and instant replay on every stupid thing that'd ever come out of his mouth was not ideal. But Dean had been prepared for something a little more…acid rock? Psychedelic? Far out? He’d kind of figured he wouldn't be getting out of this without staring down the gullet of his own soul. And it's not that he'd wanted to look at that mess on the regular, but just once might have been cool. Just to know.

Turned out, though, that 'seeing' souls was a matter of multi-dimensional fusion, and Cas couldn't plug Dean's eyes into that. It'd be like trying to teach his ears to taste or his nose to hear.

"OK. But what's it look like, anyhow?" he asked Cas. "My soul?" It was late, very late, on their last night at the hospital. Physical therapy had been its usual unpleasant cocktail of boredom and misery. The headache radiating back-to-front across his skull was screaming at him to bust out, get drunk, just move. But going home felt like starting the timer back up on figuring out his life, and he wasn't ready for that either. So he brought it up because he could, and he was curious. Maybe you could call it fishing for compliments, too; so sue him.

He'd had a rotten day, but Cas thought he was beautiful. They were living in each other’s thoughts, there was no hiding that. Whatever Cas saw in his soul, Dean was betting it'd be just a bit poetic. Stars, fireworks, snow on a mountainside; vague grandeur, the type of stuff somebody might print for a calendar.

But Cas was lost for words. He did his best to find Dean an answer; focused for sincere, silent minutes on crafting some apt description or honest comparison. Dean felt him shiver—a tiny, charged, silvery thing. But in the end, a little helpless, he only said:

It looks like you.

[thisisapaige]

MAW

A delicious @deancashorrorfest collaboration.

Written by: @thisisapaige

Art by: @hawkland | sidewinder

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 8.5k

Tags/Warnings: Godstiel, Alternate Season 7, Unreliable Narrator, Body Horror, Cannibalism, Character Death, Consumehimnatural

Summary:

The world is full of sorrow, of sadness, of pain. The people within it deserve better than what Castiel's father gave them. They deserve peace and contentment, security and love. They deserve a New World.

And there is no safer place than inside Castiel.

Teaser:

There is so much power within Castiel. The souls slither and slide inside him, straining against the confines of his vessel. The skin stretches. They need more. They hunger.

Castiel hungers.

His blade is in his hand faster than a thought. His vessel’s muscles tighten and release, snap forward in the space of time between the electrical impulse of a human’s brain and the blink of their eye.

Raphael gasps, gurgles, gapes as he stares down at the blood dripping from his vessel’s throat. It stains the blouse she wears.

Castiel licks his lips, watching as the blue-white light of his brother’s grace rises to the surface of the cut, trying to repair the damage. The souls shudder within Castiel. He salivates. Archangel grace. Power. His to feast upon.

Before the grace can heal the flesh, Castiel surges forward. Presses his lips to the wound. He tries to go slow at first, to taste it, to savour it, but the power flowing through him is divine. It’s intoxicating. It’s ambrosial. It’s finding his hollow spaces and empty core, filling him. Almost.

Almost. Almost. Almost. 

It’s almost enough. It’s not quite what he wants, but what he really wants he cannot have.

Not yet. 

The souls within him writhe with pleasure. The monsters and beasts grab and pull at Castiel’s shape and, this time, he doesn’t strain. He expands. 

He’s won. He’s done it. Raphael’s powerful archangel grace is the final piece.

Castiel is God. 

Hungry for more? Keep an eye on @deancashorrorfest as you drool in anticipation for MAW (and many more tasty fics), coming this October!

[valleydean]

The Beginning

Story by: valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) Art by: sidewinder @hawkland

Link to fic Link to art

Brought to you by @deancashorrorfest

Tags/archive warnings: endverse, zombie apocalypse, graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, drug use, animal death, Dean POV, Cas POV, Castiel's loss of angelic grace, newly human Castiel, jealous Dean, fear of abandonment, angst, rough sex, body horror, internalized homophobia, denial, minor Cas/OC, drugs as a coping mechanism, sex as a coping mechanism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, slow build, codependency

Summary: One year ago, soon after Lucifer was freed from the Cage, Dean and Sam parted ways. Since then, Dean has been hunting on his own and, along with Cas despite his declining grace, searching for a way to prevent the apocalypse. When the outbreak of the Croatoan virus begins, Dean and Cas head to Bobby’s to plan their next move. On the way, as the contagion rapidly spreads through America, they must contend with the rabid infected, martial law, and humans who will do anything to ensure their own survival.

Preview:

Cas stepped to the other side of the door and turned around to face Dean. Dean stopped walking, looking forward at Cas and waiting for him to say anything at all.

When he did, it was, “In there.”

Dean pulled his brows together, his eyes flashing to the dark window panel in the door. The directional light of his flashlight bounced off of it, obscuring whatever was inside. The glass was a deeply black mirror.

His gut clenched, feeling like someone had shoved their hand into his intestines and was trying to rip them out. He slowly brought his face closer to the window. His transparent reflection stared back pensively. He looked beyond it, squinting and refocusing his eyes.

There were bodies in there—maybe three of four. He couldn’t really tell. Some of them were in pieces. Pools of blood soaked them, glinting like a knife in the moonlight that fought its way through the dirty windows.

Dean opened his mouth, about to ask what the hell happened.

Something slammed against the other side of the glass. A bloody hand. Dean jumped back, his shout echoing down the hall. It shattered the bubble of silence—so, too, did the banging on the glass as the man inside tried to beat his way out of the room. His dripping red fists pounded incessantly, leaving smears on the window. He was giving off animalistic grunts and hisses.

“What the…” Dean said, his heart still in his throat. He looked at Cas, demanding an answer. Part of him wanted to blame Cas, to ask him why the hell he slaughtered people and left them in a room. But maybe they weren’t people. Then, what? Demons? Monsters?

Something didn’t add up.

The man kept doing everything he could to bust through the glass. Dean noticed the paring knife clutched in his fist.

Cas didn’t kill those people.

“I led them here and locked them inside,” Cas said, as if he’d read Dean’s mind. “They killed each other.”

The lines of Dean’s forehead bunched up when he lifted his brows in surprise. There was something he was missing. It felt like a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue. A distorted memory from a faded dream.

“You’ve seen this before,” Cas supplied. “The Croatoan virus.”

The words hit Dean like a truck. Blanching, he said, “Croatoan? You mean, the thing that turns everybody into Jack Torrance?”

“No, the demon virus that triggers murderous actions in anyone who contracts it,” Cas corrected, and Dean was still too busy freaking out to tell Cas they pretty much said the same thing. Pressing his lips together, Cas turned his gaze on the door, and there was a subdued kind of despondency in them, like he was trying to control how much emotion he showed on his face. “It’s one of the signs of the apocalypse. This is Lucifer’s doing. He unleashed the Horseman Pestilence.”

“Pestilence,” Dean echoed, the word taking a long time to process. He remembered, thirteen months ago, when he and Sam cut the ring off War’s fingers. That had been the day he and Sam parted ways. Dean hadn’t seen his brother since. He’d only talked to him once on the phone, when Sam called him a few weeks later to tell Dean that Lucifer wanted him as his meatsuit.

Dean rattled his head, trying to shake loose any thoughts of Sam. He focused on Cas saying, “The entire town’s been infected.”

Dean remembered how quickly the virus spread—and how it spread. An infected person had to bleed into someone’s open wound. Once the blood mixed, that was it. Soon after, the victim would turn into a one-track-mind, bloodthirsty monster.

He glanced back at the doorway. The man was still standing behind the glass, looking at Dean like he was lunch, but at least he’d stopped pounding on the window.

“It isn’t the only one,” Cas continued. “There are pockets of the virus across America—possibly the world.”

How hadn’t Dean heard about this? His chest felt too small, like his ribcage was shrinking around his heart and lungs. “Where’d it start?”

“I don’t know.”

[deancas-stabfest]

all the sharpest memories of you

Author: @rec-rewind Artist: @hawkland Rating: T Word Count: 1,927

Tags: Fix-It, Flashbacks, Canon-Typical Violence, Castiel Saves Dean Winchester From Hell, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty

Summary

Castiel should have fallen asleep by now. Instead, there's something keeping him awake even here in the Empty, where everything spells of endless sleep and regrets. Something sharp, something that is making him remember of that piercing blade, a long time ago.

Someone is not letting him go.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

Stickers:

[hawkland]

I did a thing! And please join us for the bang!

Here's the art piece if you'd like to see it without the text, I'll be getting it up in my redbubble shop when I do my next updates there!

Guess who's coming back for round two in 2024!

The Dadstiel Mini Bang is getting ready to open for our second round soon! Registration will begin on February 9, 2024. In the meantime, please check out the revised schedule and rules as there have been a few adjustments from last year. Please reblog to spread the news!

Banner art for this year by @hawkland

[hawkland]

When you live, by daylight With angels at your side In order now, bestowed by The light of the sunrise

And you remember everything Only 'til the sun recedes once again

And the night comes down like heaven The night comes down like heaven... - Sleep Token

Happy Destiel Day to those who celebrate!

[spnrareshipbang]

ALL NEW SPN RARESHIP MINI BANG 2024 OPENING SOON!

Hello everyone. As we felt the need for a Rare Ship bang arise in the Supernatural fandom, I (@heavenssexiestangel), @hawkland, @atlas-assbutt and @michaelmilligan decided we needed to make one.

Sign-ups for both Writers and Artists will open July 1st, and so will the Discord Server connected to the bang.

HERE you can find our rules and schedule.

HERE is a form where you can put your e-mail address in if you want to be reminded of sign-ups opening.

[destielsoulmatebang]

Soup Mates

Idiom: 1. in the soup, Informal. in trouble: 'He'll be in the soup when the truth comes out.'

Freshly freed from Naomi’s brainwashing, Dean and Sam bring a disgruntled and restrained Castiel back to the bunker for safe keeping. But Dean’s ability to protect him are put to the test when Chuck, frustrated with his story being hijacked by a disobedient angel, decides to take drastic action and cut Castiel out of the Winchesters lives, for good.

Rating: Explicit Tags: #season 8 - canon divergent #alternate realities #bottom Cas/top Dean #explicit #smut #first time(s) #idiots in love

Coming October 23, brought to you by the @destielsoulmatebang, @baileys101, and @hawkland!