#sastiel prompts

[stxar-pvnk]

Castiel: you make me...feel things.

Sam: good things?

Castiel: dire things. My heart should not be going this fast, whenever im near you I feel like I'm going to throw up.

Dean: HAH! CAS has a crush on you, Sammy

Sam: why can't anyone normal like me.

[angelspitxx]

everyone wants destiel but i need sastiel.

i need sam domming sweet, oblivious castiel. teaching him all the ways to satisfy a man.

fucking that stupid doe eyed angel until he can't think straight. whispering in his ear that he's a good boy.

cas can't get enough of the praise, so very eager to please and learn. he will do anything to make sam happy.

[unkindledangell]

I know Tom Hamniger (My Bloody Valentine) and Clay Miller (Friday the 13th) is a ship (same as other Jared/Jensen and Jensen/Misha characters shipping)

But has anyone thought about Tony (Girl, Interrupted) and Clay Miller?

Just thinking 🎃

[sleepyeepy]

does anyone know if there’s a supernatural prompt-tober list :333 i really wanna do a 31 day challenge but specifically for my current hyperfix T_T

plz share if there is one !!!

[sastielsfandom]

Thinking about Sam laying on Castiel, his head resting right next to Castiel's neck, and feeling the upmost content there. It's his default cuddle spot, while Castiel wraps their arms around Sam, the hunter knowing he'll never fall out of place, Castiel will keep him there, not feeling discomfort a human might. More often than not waking up, lips pressed against the angels neck on accident, but not minding at all, and only pushing up a bit to meet the angels lips.

[ziggykatzfan]

SASTIEL ENJOYERS!!!!

I don't know how to get reach on this website. However.

I am a fanfiction writer!! Who loves sastiel!! And really wants to connect with this community!!

PLEASE submit any prompts for these boys, or really any spn ships! I am very open-minded. There is little I will deny.

Ships I like include: sastiel (obviously), destiel, meg/sam, meg/cas, benny/dean, benny/dean/cas, sam/bela, sam/rowena, charlie/jo, dean/crowley, and pretty much anything else you'd want to hear from me. Which includes gen!

I WILL write: fluff, angst, smut. Whatever interests you!

My inbox is open for anything you want to say to me! I'll link my ao3 here. I'm not a super active fanfic writer, and I tend to take a while on projects, but it's just because I'm a perfectionist. I'm hoping to get better about this.

Let me know if there's anything I can write for you, or if you have some suggestions on how to use this website/get prompts (please, I am new).

[raisinghellonstarbug]

OK so as I'm not getting personal questions... how about prompts?

I would happily write some prompts for Sastiel, Midam, Dean W or Sam W x reader and British comedian x reader of your choice 😊 just let me know which! Perhaps I would even give Sam Fender x reader a go as I have been wanting to write something for that for ages 😄

Send me one word prompts or even a sentence. That would be awesome!

[ladylilithprime]

The Dragon's Librarian

Inspired by this post. And also my own deep and abiding fondness for Patricia C Wrede's "Dealing With Dragons". For @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin .

THE PROBLEM WITH living in a cave large enough to admit a fully grown dragon was that the mouth of the cave needed to be similarly large and open so that the dragon could come and go at will. This was not especially secure, either against would-be thieves seeking some rumored treasure hoard, nor against lost travelers or wandering animals seeking shelter from the elements. Neither, too, was it particularly resistant to drafts, with the mouth being wide open and the twists and turns leading deeper into the cave being similarly wide and easy to pass, provided one could see in the dark. Windy drafts had no need of light to traverse the dark passages into the cavern's depths, and so made their way as they willed, whether the cave's occupants liked it or not.

And when the elements outside were particularly cold and rainy with the threat of sleet hovering near the mountain peaks, the occupants did not like it at all.

"You know," Prince Samuel of the House of Winchester and spare to the throne of Stull's Deep said as he swiped an oiled cloth over the leather spine on the large tome he was cleaning, "it's a good thing you have magic, or this would be a horrible choice of locations for a library."

"So you have mentioned," Castiel, his draconic companion and nominal "captor", remarked dryly, sending a huff of warm air swirling over Sam as he spoke. "Believe me, if I could find appropriately fireproof lodging in an area more suited to controlled climate and locking doors to discourage thieves, I would consider it. Certainly such lodgings would be more comfortable for you as well as for my books."

"I'm not quite so in danger of falling apart as some of these manuscripts," Sam shook his head and set the tome carefully back on the shelf next to its fellows. "I'd hate to see some of these illuminations lost to the elements, never mind the information... well, the ones that aren't badly outdated."

"Even the outdated texts are useful for tracking a historical record of psychology," the dragon answered placidly. "Not the practice, certainly, as advancements there are considerably better for the patient than they were, but in understanding how people of the era thought and what beliefs informed their suppositions and assertions which then went on to inform laws and customs and traditions still practiced today."

"Preaching to the choir there," Sam sighed, remembering many an argument with his elder brother when Crown Prince Dean wrinkled his nose at the idea of Sam holing himself up in the palace library with "dusty old books" all the time. "I just mean that it'd be a shame to lose the art of them. Transcribing, I can do - it's what you hired me for in the first place - but for all I can appreciate the skill of the lines and the magnificence of the pigment hues I'm unfortunately not an artist myself."

"And that is what the more 'heavy duty' preservation spells are for," Castiel assured him. "Once the information is transcribed to a location that is more easily accessed and less prone to cracking or flaking or falling apart, the original manuscripts can be placed in stasis until such a time when proper study of them can be made with more delicacy even than human hands."

Sam fought a snort of amusement at the dragon considering human hands to be especially delicate, his mind still on Dean and his more preferred rough and tumble pursuits. Though, he supposed, to a dragon who had such massive limbs and sharp claws and abrasive scales a smaller human hand would seem delicate in comparison. Sam could only hope his own careful touches were not too rough on the more brittle, fragile pages when he needed to turn them to transcribe their contents. He hadn't quite worked up the nerve to try one of the scrolls yet simply because they were so old!

Another gusting draft of cold, wet air slid around the edge of the cave wall to hit Sam in the back and side, making him shiver in spite of his efforts to keep from being obvious about his chill. The motion still caught Castiel's attention, however, and the dragon turned his head to scrutinize Sam closely for a moment. "That's enough for today, I believe."

"But there's still--" Sam started, already turning to count of the number of tomes still to be conditioned. "--six more volumes to be oiled so they'll hold up when I start working on them, and then--"

"And then they must sit and wait while the oil sets in and returns the leather to a supple condition," Castiel hummed, tilting his head slightly to look at Sam. "It will keep a day while we tend to your needs."

"Seems like we're always having to stop because of me," Sam mumbled, ducking his head in chagrin. "That doesn't really make me much help to you... I don't want to be useless...."

"Even if you were not so well-versed in the care of my books, you would hardly be useless," Castiel told him, frowning slightly. "And it is not as if the spells I have to preserve them will fail tomorrow. We have time, and I would not be so inconsiderate as to require work of you when you are chilled and likely in need of food and sleep. I am not Uriel."

Sam shivered again, wincing, at the mention of the other dragon, the one who had come to visit Castiel when Sam was newly "hired" and who had made several comments to the effect of Sam's suitability as an archivist versus his suitability as a snack. Castiel had done what he could to reassure Sam that he would not be eaten, at least not by Castiel, but there was still that niggling little threat in the back of his mind coupled with the pompous and snide tones of his father's chief advisor asking what use was a prince with his head in the clouds and his nose in a book if not as a suitable groom to a princess from an allied kingdom.

Frankly, Sam thought being eaten by a dragon would have been preferable to that, but with the actual threat of being eaten presented it only made his anxiety worse. If he wasn't eaten but still became too much of a burden, would he be sent home to be married off for the good of the kingdom? It was one of the reasons he turned away any knights who showed up looking to "rescue" him, though fortunately not many did and most of those tended to expect him to be a princess. Dean himself had shown up only once and, after assuring himself that Sam was unharmed, had disappeared into a private conversation with Castiel which had ended with Dean leaving satisfied that his brother would be fine and Castiel rather thoughtful for the rest of the day.

"Sam?" Castiel broke through his thoughts gently, watching him with concern.

"Sorry," Sam answered out of reflex, shaking his head. "Sorry... I know you aren't Uriel, and Dean wouldn't have let me stay here if he thought you were going to hurt me."

"But?" the dragon prompted him, head lowered to better meet Sam's eyes in that strangely considerate way he had. Sam averted his gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

"But... there's probably always going to be part of me that worries that I'm not living up to expectations, that I'll just be shuffled off again if I stop being able to hold up my end of the bargain," he admitted with a sigh. "You already have to deal with the risk of idiots coming up here trying to rescue me interrupting your work--"

"Our work," Castiel corrected. "Although frankly you seem more vexed by the interruptions than I am. If you would rather I go back to handling the knights--"

"I'd rather not risk one of them being an idiot and attacking you right off the bat before we can even explain that I'm not a princess," Sam shook his head. "If they're expecting to fight a dragon, they're going to try and fight the dragon."

It also seemed like a great many of them had problems with listening. One stubborn idiot had actually assumed that Sam was a rival for the hand of "Princess Samantha" and spent a good twenty minutes trying to challenge Sam to a duel for the privilege of rescuing... himself. That one, Castiel had needed to get involved in, and they were both so out of sorts afterwards that neither of them had gotten any more work done in favor of making a giant cauldron of tea to share between them while they bitched to each other about the lack of basic manners or common sense among knights these days until they had both calmed down.

"Even with the interruptions," Castiel said as he shifted on his haunches to roll more to his side, "I do not regret having you here, Sam. Intermitted help is better than no help, but more than that, having your company here is infinitely more preferable to being up here alone, with only my dragon siblings and cousins for company. None of them have the same appreciation for literature, after all, which makes conversing with them far more difficult than with you."

"I suppose that's one point in my favor," Sam conceded. He gave the tomes one last lingering look - there were only six of them, but they were very large and, with his rhythm broken, he could admit that he was starting to get tired - and then gave in to the lure of Castiel's warmth and smooth underbelly scales and shuffled over to settle himself on the somewhat scorched tarpaulin covering the collection of bedding and pillows that made up the dragon's "couch". "Just hope you don't get bored with me...."

"You have many points in your favor, Sam," Castiel murmured, unfurling one wing and curving it over his human companion as the prince settled down against him sleepily. "And I could never be bored with you."

The mage lights around the room dimmed, and Sam fell asleep to the warmth, the smell of smoke and book oil, and the low rumble of Castiel quietly reading aloud from the Grand Coven Treatise on Aural Spellwork by Rowena MacLeod.

-End-

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[bnuyfrowns]

may actually write some of the sastiel requests i got 3 years ago. there are three just sitting in my inbox collecting dust and the ideas are CUTE

[sastielcreationschallenge]

15 years ago, on October 30th, Sam and Castiel met for the first time. Let's celebrate!

What’s a creations challenge?

It’s to encourage the fandom to create art. Here, we’re doing it to celebrate sastiel. EVERYONE CAN PARTICIPATE!

What kind of art?

Everything you want: writing, drawing, fanvid, graphic etc, etc. Be creative! :)

How does it works?

You have until Octobre 30th 2023 to create something based on the two prompts below (you can choose one of them or use the two, whatever you prefer). You do not post anything before October 30th. Every pieces created for the event will be reblogged here.

What are the prompts?

Word prompt: crystal Dialogue prompt: "How did we end up here?"

What are the rules?

There is a FAQ here with older asks from previous challenges. Please, check it out.

Do not post your creation before the release date.

Please include the following caption when posting your work: @sastielcreationschallenge | @ your url as a link to your blog ↳ Prompt: insert prompt here

Tag your work with #sastielcc in the first 5 tags.

One final point

Promote the event, share this post, talk with your artists/writers/creators friends about it. The more the merrier. :D

[unkindledangell]

"It's Better This Way" (744 words)

Dean watched helplessly as Sam suffered on the cot. Castiel didn't know what to do.

There was no wall left to rebuild, nothing to block whatever was happening in Sam's mind. At least...?

It's currently only available in Spanish. You can try using Google Translate!

[sastielsfandom]

Drunk On Love (and maybe something else too)

Eileen, Castiel, and Sam were holding onto each other giggling as they lost their footing, stumbling into one another.

They were moving at a snails pace, thinking they were across the lawn rather than a few steps away from the stairs.

Castiel slowed even further, tapping them both, "Wait... wait... Do you hear that?" He asked, signing as he spoke.

Eileen frowned, "Hmm?"

"That noise?" Sam asked hearing a buzzing, they knew what it was, sometimes, somewhere in their brain they heard it before.

"Yeah." Castiel said, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"No." Eileen said, lips pursed.

Castiel frowned, hearing it so loudly, they covered Eileen's ears for him, Sam signing for Castiel, "It's so loud though. I can't think." They whispered-yelled.

Sam laughed at her, and uncovered Eileen's ears, shaking his head. Castiel started to think and looked at Eileen again, eyes going wide, "You really can't." Eileen told her.

Castiel shook their head, "I am sorry-"

"You really sorry?" Eileen asked, crossing their arms, looking Castiel up and down, before getting close to her face.

"Yes," Castiel said, feeling awful that he somehow forgot.

Eileen smiled, "Kiss me to prove it."

Castiel nodded, cupping her face clumsily, as she stumbled forward clumsily to, giggling at their mishaps, lips meeting, their hands and feet might've been clumsy but their kiss was anything but that.

Sam had made his way to the ground, laying down as the world swayed back and forth, he focused on them as they pulled away, "You're so pretty."

"Which one of us?" Eileen asked, sitting down next to Sam. Castiel sitting on the other side of Eileen.

Sam giggled, and nodded, "Yes." The two shook their heads, climbing over Sam to shower him in kisses, he smiled contently.

Castiel laid back after peppering Sam with kisses, Eileen doing the same, all three staring up at the stars.

"They're so shiny and pretty," Castiel cooed, Eileen's head resting on Castiel's arm, nodding. Sam turned to their side, hugging Eileen, who wrapped an arm around them.

Sam faux frowned, "You say the same thing about my hair."

"Because it's true." Castiel answered, running her hand through Sam's gorgeous hair.

Eileen patted both of them where he could reach, "No stars compare to my beautiful girlfriends."

They sighed, hugging him, "And nothing compares to our beautiful boyfriend."

[mothgardens]

send me Sastiel story prompts !!

[samanddean76]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Kinktober Prompt: Mpreg, Mpreg, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Castiel (Supernatural), Teacher Sam Winchester, Student Castiel (Supernatural), First Time, Mating, Bonding, first heat, Sam is 25 Castiel is 18, Sastiel - Freeform, Knotting Series: Part 25 of SPN Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Castiel is an Omega going into his first heat. He fervently hopes that his Literature teacher, Mr. Sam Winchester will want to become his Alpha. And that soon they will be able to grow their little family.

@spnkinkevents  SPNKinktober2023  @spnrareships  #spnslashweek2023

[cowboywithfangs]

the chatgpt is writing megstiel

pushing ai to the limits of its no nsfw content policy by continually asking it to write castiel pon farr episode