#spn Christmas 2024

[deancodedcastielenby]

This was made specifically for @melle-otterwise for a gift exchange, but I thought it was too cute not to share with the rest of the destiel fans. Cozy Christmas.

[ethanfundraising]

What were your favorite wintertime activities as a child? What upcoming holidays do you celebrate? How do you celebrate? ❄️ Reblog and share in the tags.

“Hi. Please take a moment to read this. I am writing a post on behalf of @suad-khaled whose fundraiser has been stagnating and has only reached 50% despite her fundraising for several months. Suad has been verified by @/nabulsi and also by @northgazaupdates, you can read more about her and her struggles in the tag here.

Suad is an engineer who after graduating with top marks was also working as a university lecturer in her university. Just before the October 7th's accelerated genocide, she also found she was pregnant and was ready to also start this new chapter of her life.

Since the genocide, she and her husband have been displaced multiple times, escaping bombing narrowly in the process. In June she gave birth to baby Khaled and then immediately had to move to a tent with him. Suad and her baby both have been sick this year and her infant has suffered from malnutrition and chest infections in the first year of his life. The doctor recommended nebulising sessions for baby Khaled because of his chest infection and allergies which also ate into the family's limited funds.

Right now, despite facing constant hunger Suad is deeply worried about being able to afford diapers and formula for Khaled. Prices have quadrupled; a pack of 36 diapers now costs $50, and a can of formula is $13. Buying cheaper formula caused baby Khaled's health to worsen. This is also baby Khaled's first winter and he needs winter clothes.

Please, please support Suad and baby Khaled and help their fundraiser reach completion so that they are able to survive and evacuate from Gaza.”

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[jessjad]

Snow globe

Summary: A visit from Dean and Sam in the week around christmas is a nice surprise, but will it bring more than just presents?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1770

Warnings: none. Just a tiny little fluff and something new.

A/N: Hello! 😊 This is my contribution to @spnfanficpond 's secret santa 2024. This is for @burntsecrets. I hope you like it. The picture is made by the lovely @thebiggerbear who tried to make sense of my ideas! All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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"Is it really okay for us to be here during christmas?" Sam asked with his typical puppy eye look.

Y/N had to grin. "Of course it is. Although I'm surprised you guys wanted to come here. I would've thought you would spent christmas at Jody's."

It's been five more days until the 24th and Y/N had already perpared for a plan B, herself not wanting to be alone over the holdiays. But Sam's call yesterday was a really nice surprise. So she had put up her christmas decorations and had bought a tree, which now glittered and shone in all its glory.

"Well... Jody has already a pretty full house." Dean said and scratched the back of his head a little nervously.

"Yeah, with the girls, you know? And Donna is gonna come over too." Sam explained further.

"And eventhough the bunker is big..." Dean started and Y/N new what he meant. 'The bunker is too big for two guys alone.'

"... we were just thinking you might want to have some company this year." Sam finished. "Since we haven't seen eachother in a while." he smiled.

But Y/N knew what that meant too. 'You are just as alone as we are.' And it was true. After what happened last year with Chuck and the world almost ending, Y/N had lost the last two people in her life. Her parents.

They knew about the life and everything that goes bump in the night. So, when everyone felt the end coming, a pack of vampires went rouge and their house was on their list. They called their daughter, but she came to late. And when she stepped foot into the house, Sam and Dean had already been there. That was the first time they had meet. Since then they stayed in close contact.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm happy that you are here. Now, I can give back to you with providing some shelter and food." she winked.

Both the brothers laughed to that. Then she showed the brothers her place. Sam took the guest bedroom since he was the taller one. Dean was fine with sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room. Y/N had offered her own bedroom to the older Winchester, but he refused. But not without mentioning that he would sleep in there with her, but not alone.

To that, Y/N blushed a little. If he would only know that she was in love with him, he may have not said it. But Y/N had always loved the flirty side to Dean. Which was one of the things that had made her fall in love with him.

For the rest of the day all three stayed inside and catched up. Y/N cooked some chicken and roasted potatos for dinner while christmas music was running in the background. It felt strangely like home.

When Y/N came back from grocery shopping the next day, Dean was standing in the kitchen. Apron around his waist, bowls and ingredients out on the counter and he was fiddling with the kitchen machine. Somehow he had already flour in his hair and on gthe tip of his nose. It was to adorable.

"Crap... Dammit!" he grumbled while he pressed the screen.

“Is everything okay in here?” Y/N asked with a grin.

"What? No... shit, what kind of fucking devil's trap is this thing?"

"It's not a devil's trap, it's a Kenwood." Y/N said, coming over to Dean after putting her bags down.

"Well, whatever this thing is, sweetheart, it's not working."

"Yes it it, Dean. You just have to push here." and Y/N pointed at the right function.

"Where? Here?" and without waiting Dean just pushed again.

The mixing arm began to rotate at the highest level and pump all the flour out of the bowl into the air. Within seconds they were both enveloped in white mist and Dean now had gray hair. At first it was quiet, but then Y/N burst out laughing. Dean looked a little taken aback, but also had to grin.

"How is it that the man who invents and builds his own EMF detector... can't even use a kitchen machine?" she teased him.

“You really can’t compare the two, Y/N.”

"If you say so." the woman smiled and ruffled the flour from his hair.

Dean turned a little more towards her and waited for Y/N to finish. But when she lowered her arm again, her smile disappeared. It was only then that Y/N noticed how close they were to each other. So she looked down briefly and took a few steps back. Dean then cleared his throat slightly.

"You, um... put up quite a lot of decorations."

"Oh, yes." Y/N replied, secretly happy for the little distraction.

She took off her jacket and shoes as well, looked around briefly and then started putting away her purchases.

"Christmas was always important to my parents. Me too. We always celebrated it throughout December." Wistfulness crept into her eyes, but it didn't go unnoticed by Dean. "It's still important to me..."

"How can I argue with that?" answered Dean quietly.

"Not to mention. We've always been true believers." Now she had a mischievous smile on her face again and the melancholy had disappeared.

Dean chuckled. "I believe that straight away. With all the snow globes. Do you like those the best?"

He wiped his hands on his apron and came around the counter. His baking has long been forgotten.

"Yes and no. It's acutally a family tradition."

"How so?" now he was curious.

"My father had never been someone who expressed his feelings openly. And at some point my mother said that the two of them had had a big argument. They had only been together four months." She folded the last empty bag and put it aside.

"I don't remember exactly what it was about, but Mom probably told him that she still wasn't sure whether my father even loved her at all. She was missing a feeling of security. But even after the argument he probably still couldn't say it. Then they went on a break."

Now Dean came over to Y/N, who had just picked up one of the snow globes that was on the windowsill. They met halfway at the couch.

"Shortly afterwards it was her birthday and she still hadn't heard from dad. But when she came home there was a package at her door with this snow globe in it."

Dean took it in his hand and saw a dark red heart with 'I love you' written on it in white letters. Rainbow glitter floated around when you shook it.

"She didn't have to guess who the gift came from." Y/N grinned. "In the years that followed, he said it sometimes, but Mom still kept getting a snow globe and as long as that didn't stop, she knew that his feelings for her hadn't changed."

And unbeknownst to Y/N, her little trip down memory lane had given the man next to her an idea that he hoped would work.

Christmas Eve passed without any further incidents. Y/N had cooked a delicious meal that the two brothers praised over and over again. Y/N almost felt like they didn't get any real food otherwise. Dean had contributed the dessert by trying the baking again, but this time without the Kenwood.

They laughed a lot, listened to Christmas music loudly and filled the room with Christmas spirit. Late in the evening, after all the food had been eaten and the dishes had been cleared away, they sat on the couch and watched a Christmas movie. So they ended the evening comfortably before they all went to sleep.

When Y/N woke up the next morning, the smell of coffee filled her apartment. Curious, she got up and soon saw Sam standing in the kitchen, who had already prepared breakfast.

"Hey, good morning!" He greeted her cheerfully and came over to give her a quick hug.

Y/N was too happy to return the hug, but her eyes fell on the couch, which was empty. The bathroom door opened and Dean came over too. He also hugged Y/N in greeting and inside she didn't want to let him go.

They sat down at the table and had breakfast in peace. Afterwards they distributed their gifts. There weren't any special things, just little niceties, but Y/N was still incredibly happy that they had all thought of gifts. After all, it was only the thought that counted.

She was just throwing away the loose packing material when she saw Sam putting on his jacket and exchanging a look with Dean that only the two brothers knew how to interpret. She looked at the boys in surprise.

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah, well... I have to get a present for Jody and the girls. Dean and I are stopping by their place when we leave here the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. But don't stay away too long. They've reported heavy snowfall later today."

"I won't." Sam replied and disappeared shortly afterwards.

Silence spread and in order to keep herself occupied, Y/N began to clear the table. This wasn't the first time she'd been alone with Dean, but it still felt somehow strange. After a moment, Dean cleared his throat, making Y/N turn to him. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that he was holding a small package in his hand.

"This... I just forgot to give this to you."

"What?" A little surprised, she took the gift but didn't do anything else.

"I really thought about how to do this for a long time. After all... I'm really not good at this sort of thing. But I couldn't wait any longer and I just hope... that my efforts aren't in vain."

And suddenly Y/N had an idea what was behind this gift. "Dean..."

"Come on. Open it."

And she did. With slightly shaking hands, she untied the bow and took off the lid. A snow globe appeared. Inside was a little sunflower that smiled. He really remembered that these were her favorite flowers. She looked up at Dean and felt her eyes getting watery.

"I like you, Y/N. I really like you. And I was so nervous to come over here. But I just had to try it and see if I read the signs right."

Y/N carefully placed the snow globe on the table and turned back to Dean.

"And if you like me back, which I really hope you do, then I'm yours."

And before Dean could say anything else, Y/N threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

A/N: I wish you all a wonderful christmas time! 💜

[cyberhalfling]

My art for Don We Now Our Gay Little Angel, for @destiel-shit-post-mini-bang

It was an absolute pleasure to work with @imaginaryprotagonist on the Destiel Christmas Shitpost Reverse Bang 2024! She wrote an incredible, hilarious, raunchy fic, and I'm so happy she picked my art for inspiration!!

Go check out the fic and give it some love!

[fake-mouthstatic]

bells

holidays with the winchesters | spn advent, day eleven. rated G.

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"Why does it sound like freaking Santa's workshop in here?" Dean asks, frowning as he enters the library, looking for the source of the incessant jingling.

Cas turns to greet him with a smile, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

"Do you like it?" he asks and Dean stares at him in confusion, not entirely sure what he's looking at.

"Uhh…"

Cas is wearing what looks to be the equivalent of an entire Christmas store, a knitted, tinseled monstrosity of a sweater that's got lights and bells on it; Dean can feel a headache brewing just looking at it, but Cas looks so happy he can't bear to burst his bubble.

"Wow, that is… something," he says, forcing a smile.

Cas grins even harder as he steps towards him, tinsel rustling and bells jangling.

"I wanted my first Christmas sweater to be particularly festive."

Dean's smile softens.

"Well, it's definitely that."

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[neversleepuntilfive]

Title: Stop avoiding the late fee and start going out with me

Author: neversleepuntilfive

Artist: @medicatedmaniac

Written for the @destiel-shit-post-mini-bang

Word Count: 2,516

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Blockbuster employee Cas, Awkward Flirting, First Meetings, terrible porn name jokes, New Year's Eve, Strangers to Lovers, implied sexual content

Summary: Dean looks at the collection of tapes he has laying in the back of his car. This location doesn’t even have a QuikDrop, due to the incidents that happened. He bangs his head on the steering wheel. This is the payment for his stupid “idea” last year.

Dean rented dozens of christmas porn last year, and now he has to pay for it (quite literally). Who knew the guy working there was cute?

Link to fic on AO3 | Link to art on Tumblr

I had SO much fun writing this, and thank you so much to MedicatedManiac for those amazing artworks and all the help along the way <3

[seidenapfel]

My art masterpost for Rudolph, the Red-Nosed ReinDEAN by @queer-dancing-fandom-nerd. Ducky created a wonderful fic for my ReinDean, so please, check it out.

It’s my second of two collabs for this round of the @destiel-shit-post-mini-bang.

The art can also be found on AO3.

[supernotnatural2005]

A Christmas Miracle: Timestamp - First Snow

Paring: Dean x Reader

Summary: It's the heaviest snowfall in years and Olivia can’t wait to introduce her favourite person to the magic of the Winter season.

Prompt-Mas Day two - First Snow

Word count: 1k

AN: Ahh so i couldn’t leave this little family alone and had to add on a little timestamp. Just so happens it worked perfectly for @chevroletdean Prompt-Mas for the Supernatural Writers Community, i hope you all enjoy this as much as i did writing it 💕

Warnings: Daddy!Dean, again just tooth-rotting fluff

Read part one HERE!!!

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~ 2 Years Later ~ The sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering through the bunker was a welcome reminder of just how much had changed in the years since that unforgettable Christmas morning.  Now, a couple of years older, Olivia had taken to being a big sister with all the enthusiasm you could have hoped for. She also got her second wish. You in fact did have a boy, and she got her little brother.  She was practically Bobby's second mother—always looking out for him, sharing her toys, and making sure he felt like the centre of her world.  Dean had been right. The chaos and the love had only multiplied, but it was the kind of mess you wouldn't trade for anything. Today, however, was special. Snowflakes had begun falling softly outside, the first real snow of the season and the last two years. Olivia was practically bouncing off the walls, eager to show Bobby what winter was all about. "Mom! Dad! You have to come see! It’s snowing! It's Bobby’s first snow!" Olivia's voice echoed through the bunker’s halls as she guided a newly walking Bobby to the bunker’s entrance; her excitement contagious.  She had been checking the little window in the garage, which gave, pretty much the only view you had of the outside world, every morning for snowfall.  Dean looked up from his phone and placed it on the map table, a fond smile tugging at his lips. Bobby, now a sturdy two-year-old, stood in Olivia's grasp, his round green eyes wide with curiosity.  You stood from your seat beside Dean, where you’d been nursing your coffee, and joined them by the steps, Dean following shortly after and wrapping his arms around you from behind.  “How’d we make such incredible kids?” You whispered, leaning back into Dean as you watched Olivia help Bobby into his coat. Your heart incredibly warm and full.  “I honestly ask myself that every day, that and how lucky I am to have the three of you.” He mumbled into your neck along with a sweet kiss against your skin. You squeezed the arms wrapped around you in understanding.  Olivia, now pulling on her boots and jacket, glanced over her shoulder at you, her face alight with joy. “He’s gonna love it, Mommy. We can make snowmen, and he can catch snowflakes on his tongue! He’s going to think it’s magic!” Bobby, still mostly unsure of what was happening but sensing the excitement, let out a giggle as his sister placed his sock-monkey hat upon his sandy-blonde locks.  “Well, kiddo,” Dean said, kneeling down beside Olivia and adjusting her own purple-knitted hat. “Looks like you’re in charge of showing him the ropes. How about we all get bundled up and head outside?” Olivia nodded eagerly, already making her way up the steps whilst Dean slipped on his jacket and scooped up Bobby in his arms. “Come on! We gotta hurry before it melts!” You and Dean shared a fond look and both shook your heads at her impatience, but you slipped on your coat and followed Dean up the steps, slipping by him to help unlock the heavy bunker door.  Once outside, you gasped in awe. The snow had fallen heavily, the heaviest it had in years, and the world around you felt like a magical winter wonderland. Flurries of snow fluttered down from the grey sky, and the ground was blanketed with a thick layer of glistening snow. It was beautiful, almost unreal, like something out of a fairytale.

Olivia practically leaped into the snow, spinning around with her arms outstretched, her laughter ringing through the chilly air.  Dean gently placed Bobby on the ground, holding his tiny hands as he took his first tentative steps in the snow. His little boots crunched in the fresh powder, and his wide green eyes followed each falling snowflake in wonder: his tiny face lighting up with delight. "Catch a snowflake, Bobby! Like this!" Olivia crouched down, her mittens catching snowflakes that dissolved almost instantly, her voice bubbling with excitement. Bobby stretched his chubby hands upward, attempting to catch the snowflakes, his face breaking into a grin as the icy crystals melted on his skin. His giggles were music to your ears, a sound so pure, so full of joy. Dean stood beside you, his eyes locked on the children as they explored the wooded area across from the bunker. The weight of the moment wasn’t lost on him. He turned to you, his voice soft. “Can’t believe we’re here. After everything," His words died in his throat as he shook away the past, wanting nothing more than to focus on his future instead. "Just... look at them.” You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as the cold air swirled around you. Feeling very much the same as Dean. “I know. We’ve got everything we could ever need.” “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice full of emotion. “Everything.” His arms tightened around you for a brief moment, as if trying to hold on to this perfect moment. As Olivia scooped up a handful of snow to begin building a snowman, Bobby, eagerly trying to imitate her, you couldn’t help but giggle. The playful chaos that followed soon after—a snowball fight between you, Dean, and Olivia—had you laughing so hard, it was as if you were a little kid again yourself.  Wanting, quickly out of the attack, you scooped up Bobby, using him as your immunity from the incoming barrage of snowballs holding him close as he squealed with glee. You stood there, watching the scene unfold around you in a daze, unable to quite believe how far you’d come. After all the pain, all the heartache, you had your family—your happy ending—right here in this moment, in the snow. You held Bobby tightly, feeling his little arms wrap around your neck as he tried to get a better view of his big sister’s snowman, his soft giggles a constant reminder of how beautiful life had become. Dean was right. Despite all the madness, all the fighting, together you had built something unbreakable. A family. Your family.

AN: Okay guys! I hope you enjoyed this little snippet into their lives, are you glad Olivia got her wish for a little brother? And how sweet she is with him 😭

[jerk-bitch-idjit-assbutt]

I don’t ship destiel OR follow politics, but It’s Nov 5th and I’m here in solidarity with my fellow SPN family. Y’all are killing it! Keep the memes coming!

[destielcorecore]

chill out, dean winchester!

written for the @destiel-shit-post-mini-bang christmas shitpost reverse bang art by @witchy-worm word count: 10,168 rating: explicit summary: Castiel falls victim to a snowman curse, and Dean wants to save him. Snow style.

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[qu33rbait]

Title: christmas in candyland

Author: qu33rbait

Artist: @golby-moon

Written for the @destiel-shit-post-mini-bang

Word Count: 1,046

Rating: Mature (and No Archive Warnings Apply)

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: candy land au, House Hunting, Christmas poem, Parody, Crack, Slapstick Humor, mentions of Dean's alcoholism, but it's jolly, Destiel Shitpost Reverse Min Bang 2024

Summary:

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the gingerbread house, Dean and Cas scramble, just to a trap a hungry mouse; That ate the licorice stockings hung by the chimney with care, Unfortunately, an infestation is already there; Nestled together in utter despair, The newly-weds need another new home, they are well too aware, A crack, shitpost SPN Destiel gingerbread themed parody of Clement Clarke Moore's poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas"

Link to Fic | Link to Art

i had SO much fun with this au!! I saw the art and my brain worms started wiggling at mach speed. I had a lot of fun working with golby moon and I'm so excited to share these master pieces with each of you!!

[idjits-areus]

Tried writing a Christmas fic. It's alternate universe fluff basically. Not romance oriented.

Summary: It's the first Christmas in the bunker where the holiday is not brushed aside by some big threat, so it's no surprise that Dean goes all out. And by all out I mean a 12 foot pine tree placed into a corner of the war room. Currently half decorated, Dean tries to get Castiel to help him finish like Castiel said he would. The only problem is Dean can't seem to find the angel.

Word count: 1,543

[ldrmas]

Can you Imagine a Destiel Christmas in the White House!!!????

The real US election is actually here on tumblr.com and the candidates have changed

[fake-mouthstatic]

tree

holidays with the winchesters | spn advent, day twenty two. rated G.

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"Dean," Cas says, frowning as he walks into their living room. "What is that?"

"What's what?" Dean asks, trying to keep a straight face as he looks up from his phone; he knows exactly what Cas means, and he's pretty sure Cas knows he knows, but he kinda wants to savour the moment anyway.

"On top of the Christmas tree," Cas clarifies, gaze flicking from the tree to Dean.

Dean grins.

"An angel."

Cas raises a withering eyebrow at him which only makes him grin harder.

"Why does it look like me?"

"Last I checked you're an angel, aren't ya?" Dean replies, still smiling as he stands and presses a kiss to Cas' temple. "Not exactly gonna put Gabriel up there am I?"

"No but…" Cas trails off, seeming shyly pleased despite his protests.

"But nothing," Dean shrugs, sliding his arms around Cas' waist. "You've always been my favourite angel."

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[lovealwayssay]

Everyone keeps asking me what I want for Christmas and I have no answers because everything I want isn’t something you can buy.

Things I actually want for Christmas but can’t ask for:

Donald Trump not to be president

gay marriage to stay safe

abortion rights for everyone

to have my family know I’m gay without having to come out

a girlfriend

a personal chef so I don’t have to cook or decide what to eat for dinner

a Supernatural reboot where everything is exactly as I want it to be

more CEO assassinations

hot water that lasts longer than 15 minutes so I can take long showers

my cat’s travel anxiety/motion sickness to go away so I can take him places without traumatizing him

My social anxiety to leave

[bloodydeanwinchester]

jensen dancing to all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

spn nash 2024