#producer castiel

[disinhume]

This is what they look like to me

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 4 || Nimbus [x]

[fallinmyarmsagain]

Happy birthday to this handsome one! 😍🥳❤️🎂🥂🎈🎉✨

[sunforgrace]

say what you will about supernatural the crowd boos and they’re right to but one thing about supernatural is it will provide a guy of all time

[sastielsfandom]

This would be a good opening to a time loop fic:

The sense that something is wrong is more than a simple feeling. The feeling that washes over you, that suffocates you before you act, whether you freeze, run, or fight it is a feeling like no other. It follows you as it follows Sam, racing for the elevator. Behind him he heard the footsteps closing in as he slammed the doors closed and hit a random floor level. It had nothing to do with the destination and everything with simply putting distance between him and the dread. But there was no relief to be held in the metal box as he went down two floors. He could hear the elevator next to his moving, and held his breath, awaiting the doors to open. It had stopped in movement, but the doors remained closed, and for a moment he thought it was a delay. The other elevator had opened and could be heard moving away, and panic filled his lungs as he pushed for the doors to open. Nothing. Pushing another floor number, nothing. Pressing it again, for the same result. Pushing the emergency button had no effect, and he hit every single button waiting for anything. Hitting the door, and trying to pry it open himself, he was trapped. It didn’t budge. A sudden bang hit the doors, with a yell to get out. Sam ran to try open the door once more, when the elevator jolted and the air was knocked out his lungs, falling to his knees, unable to breath or think. Vision blurring, gasping for air that simply wasn’t there. He blinked, vision spotty as it appeared the doors were opening, people were holding it open shouting at him. The shouting stopped as a sharp piercing noise entered his head, as he stumbled out of the elevator, hands were on him but he didn’t know whose. Everything got brighter as he fell back on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. The ceiling was opening on itself, and something shouted to him to move, but he couldn’t. He stared at it, feeling himself being dragged away, unable to feel anything. The panic was gone, yet his vision remained spotty.  “Sam!” Castiel tried again, but he was unresponsive. He picked up the hunter, throwing him over his shoulders, trying to avoid the carnage from up top, Castiel’s relived this day many times, but this has never happened. This time it feels like if they lose Sam today, there’s no getting him back. 

[harbingerofsoup]

my favorite thing about the supernatural fandom is our absolute refusal to accept the show’s spelling of cas, like they kept spelling it cass, but we all collectively decided they were wrong, like ‘like thanks but that’s dumb as hell’ and we were and continue to be so right for that because castiel literally only has one s

[zybynarx]

Here's a commission piece I did for the awesome author Hans_On for her super cool fic "Influence"! It's an actor!Dean/movie producer!Castiel fic, which, as someone who studied and works with film, is freaking fantastic! It's a work in progress, so there will be more chapters (and a few more chibi scenes) to come! Go give the story a read!

I'd also like to take a moment to say how important it is that we support our film and tv show writers and actors who are striking right now for fair pay and working conditions. They deserve to be able to be fairly compensated for the hard work they put into their craft. Please check the WGA and SAG-AFTRA website for more information on how to help and show support!

[can0n-fodder]

They will NEVER convince that the finale was not a last minute, slapped together panic script from a bunch of producers (and probably some of the writers) who saw The Scene, and lost their straight-dude minds.

There's no other explanation for why they would suddenly scrap the already existing Finale plan--bc you know there was something else intended--and choose to use that last episode to completely destroy the legacy of a 15 year show that was known for satisfying long arcs and high production values.

they really tried to convince us that dean winchester just woke up, hugged his dog, made breakfast, ate said breakfast and then went out to hunt some clown ass vampires like everything is hunky dory after Cas, Castiel, his bestfriend of 12 years confessed he's in love with dean and then DIED to save his life???? when canonically we know dean ceases to function like a human being everytime Cas dies and basically becomes a grief-stricken alcoholic???

they really tried to gaslight us into forgetting the last 12 seasons

[helpits4am]

I’m other news after being blind sighted by the Episode 6 ending and somehow running out of energy required to watch another (wtf is my brain), I went on Pinterest and started saving a few pins (thankfully didn’t see anything too spoilerific) and found the calm before the storm, the almost confession, the second death of me caused by this show (and what, the 3rd death in general?). Love these two so much!

[worldsokayestdragon]

every once in a while a villain or random angel on supernatural starts talking to cas like "oh you're expendable, you're unnecessary, you're just back up for the winchesters but they don't actually need you" and it's like. those are bold words to be directing at the character you can't kill off, write out, or even ignore for too many episodes in a row without your ratings plummetting

[single-snail]

damn danneel divorce his ass

if jensen was a good husband he would bring back his wife’s favorite character too

[saturnisfallingdown]

GOOD NEWS THROUGH THE DESTIEL FORMAT.

[ID: The Destiel confession meme from Supernatural. With teary eyes, Castiel says: "I love you." Dean, looking unruffled, replies: "Due to efforts from Nerdfighteria, Johnson & Johsnon have granted a nonprofit organization a license to produce generic versions of Bedaquiline, a drug that will undoubtedly save the lives of countless people struggling with drug-resistant tuberculosis." End ID]

[nervouswrecktm]

season 5 episode 22 swan song’s whole opening chuck monologue is about the impala being produced and coming off of the production line at Chevrolet and how it wasn’t a big deal. until it was bought by john winchester and then she was the biggest deal ever and holds all of the fond childhood memories that end up saving the world. castiel helps save the world. he defied the Host’s orders and follows what he thinks is right to save one human. and castiel came off the line with a crack in his chassis.

is this anything?? something about the production line and the imperfections in both the impala (the legos in the ac, the soldier boys in the ash tray) and cas (love. so much love) as they come off of their genesis being what is inevitably special about them, what saves the world

[indubioprocoffee]

It was the night of Halloween. Dean and Castiel were alone in the bunker, stuffing their faces with candy. They were well into several bottles of Whiskey, even Cas was slightly drunk.

“You know, there’s a myth that you can see your future husband in the mirror, if you eat an apple in front of it on Halloween night?” Cas asked out of nowhere.

“That’s stupid,” Dean replied.

“I wonder if it’s true.”

“It might. Wanna try?”

“I’m … Yeah why not? Do you have apples?”

“I think Sam went to the farmers market a few days ago an brought some …” Dean went to look for the apples in the kitchen.

“And I think we need a candle,” Cas shouted after him.

A few minutes later Dean came back with two exceptionally red apples and a black candle. They went to the men of letters washrooms and lit the candle in front of the mirror. It was completely dark in there except for the flickering light the candle provided.

Dean couldn’t help but shiver. Maybe it was the Whiskey talking, but if he squinted a little, he could already see blurry faces in the dim candlelight.

“Okay, you first,” he said, handing Cas one of the apples.

Cas cautiously went in front of the mirror, staring at it in his unblinking way, while gently nibbling on the apple.

After five minutes Dean couldn’t hold in any longer and impatiently asked, “And? Do you see someone?”

“I’m not sure,” Cas slowly answered, squinting even harder. “The only face I see is yours.”

“Let me try.” So Dean went in front of mirror, staring into it for several minutes, gnawing at his own apple. The candlelight produced dancing shadows which were intensified by the intense staring, but the only thing Dean could clearly see was Cas’ face.

“Move away a few steps, Cas,” Dean said, still concentrating on the staring and apple eating.

“Dean, there is no way you can see me from that angel. I made sure of it,” Castiel replied confused.

“Well … All I see is your face. So it doesn’t seem to be working,” Dean concluded, breaking eye contact with the mirror to look at Cas.

“Maybe it’s because we aren’t unmarried women?”

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

@wigglebox

[dotthings]

Some reminders:

Misha turned down a good role because he would have to spend too much time away from his kids (as reported from a m&g. We have no further detail than that)

for Gotham Knights, Misha had the Harvey Dent role pitched to him. The producers wanted Misha specifically

Misha turned down doing a Castiel spinoff on the CW

Kripke and Jensen talked about a cameo role for Jensen and Kripke was the one who said no wait I have something more substantial for you. Jensen then had to go through a rigorous audition process to impress the suits at Sony TV and the other actors in consideration for Soldier Boy were much bigger names.

Jensen's role on Big Sky (which Jensen said was a "favor for a friend") was custom written with him in mind

Jensen's role on Tracker, same showrunner as Big Sky, was custom written with him in mind and lead and producer Justin Hartley specifically wanted Jensen

[burningflamescurse]

48 Stitches

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: after being in a Brutal Fight with a Shifter and Rolling down a Steep Hill a Couple Miles, [Name] is left with a Severe Stomach Injury.

TW: Stitches, Painful Injuries, mentions of a Shape shifter, crying, Infections, fevers, soft and Fluffy Dean.

A/N: trying my shot at my first Dean x reader one shot, first time Writing for Dean so Please tell me what you all think!

This Particular Shifter had been Playing games with you and the boys for a while now, four days To be Exact, leaving Dead bodies in its wake as the person it was Impersonating at the moment. Being the Excellent tracker you were known to be, you and the boys had tracked the shifter down to a mountain above a small town. You had all flashed out your weapons out prepared to take out the Supernatural creature. You had Produced your trusty silver blade, while Dean and Sam drew out their guns which were filled with Silver Bullets.

What you weren’t expecting though was that the Shifter would launch itself at you, causing you both to roll and tumble Down the steep hill of the Mountain going down into the woods, the shifters claws Sunk deep into your belly as you did, practically Shredding the flesh allowing blood to just Pour out. You heard Dean’s worried voice call out for you. “[Name]!”

You grunted as you Struggled with your blade against the shifter’s Brute Strength, the Shifter knocked its Elbow into your jaw Sending you back a few feet into a Tree along with your blade. You narrowly managed to grab your blade and dodge it's claws as it tried to attack you again. You managed to dislocate it’s shoulder but it Pinned you to the ground on your back trying to stab you with your own blade as you tried to push his arm away.

It had managed to Push the Blade slightly into your chest as a Moan of Pain Escaped you before a Single Bullet ran out sending the shifter rolling a few feet away from you as you laid on the Ground fighting for breath as your wounds bled. Dean quickly made his way over to you, Extremely worried. “[Name], oh God.. are you okay?” he asked quietly afraid to even touch your wounds, in fear of hurting you more.

You whimpered Quietly lifting up your shirt slightly, Showing the Cuts and Tears all along your Abdomen, Sam’s Eyes Scrunched up in worry. “That’s not good [Name], you’ll probably need a good amount of Stitches.” he voiced his Concerns. You almost whined at that, both of the boys knew how much you hated stitches. Fortunately you passed out when Sam said that, only hearing Dean’s girlish Scream as you did.

You stirred awake in the Infirmary of the bunker, feeling the soft mattress underneath your back, You had been redressed in one of Dean’s black shirts and a pair of black shorts as to not bother your newly stitched up Stomach. You felt groggy, Sam probably injected you with morphine. You could feel the fuzzy feeling of the drug in your head, it felt good compared to the pain you felt initially.

You heard the door open and your favorite people walked in, Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack. They all seemed happy to see you awake and alive. A loopy smile made it’s way onto your Pale face you weakly beckoned them in with your hand, barely being able to wave them over.

“[Name], are you alright?” Castiel asked in the same monotone Voice he used for everybody; You smiled slightly, Despite being weakened and Bedridden you were able to pat his hand that had made it’s way onto your Shoulder comfortingly. “I’m okay Cas.” You whispered, letting your hand fall back down to your side.

Dean let a Scoff leave his mouth even as Sam gave him a Scolding look, “Dean.” he scolded, his hand Whacking Dean On his shoulder harshly. “No, Sam. she needs to hear this.” Dean Retorted, Pushing Sam away from him before Roughly Addressing you. “You had to have 48 Stitches just in your Abdomen. Not to mention the seven stitches across the wound on your throat, [Name.]”

Your eyes slightly Narrowed at Dean’s accusing tone, was he really saying that this was all your fault, that you were the reason that you had gotten injured, it was the monster who lunged at you first. “Seriously, you’re blaming me?” You shouted, raising up in the bed as you did. Sam Tried to calm both of you down, before someone got hurt that someone preferably being you.

Jack only stared at you, his eyes conveying such concern and worry for you in this state. “Dean, you must be stupid because I didn’t just attack the Thing Like a Reckless kid! It attacked me!” Your hands gripped the sheets as you spoke, showing every emotion that was Spiraling up inside you. “and let’s not forget, you were the one so convinced that it was a demon so we didn’t come Prepared!” You added, giving him a Reality check.

The room was silent for a moment, now Dean just looked Guilty as he could be for Scolding you. Suddenly Jack spoke up, “You Guys defeated the monster though, right?” Dean nodded as Jack’s smile appeared on his face. “then everything’s okay, because you killed it and now all those innocent people are safe.” he finished.

With Jack being the voice of Reason calming everything and Everyone down you were able to lay back down and Rest a bit. You noticed that Dean was still Looking as Guilty as ever, so you grabbed onto his hand with Such affection. “Hey Dean, I’m okay now. I’m here and i’m not ever leaving you anytime soon.” you soothed.

Dean nodded, lifting your hand up to lay a kiss upon it. “okay. Okay, thanks [Name.]. I love you.” he whispered in such a soft Voice, you returned his loving words with a Kiss to his inner wrist.

And for now you knew that everything was going to be alright as long as you had Dean, and Dean had you.