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[kingdumbass]

Presented to you in full, for @bleuzombie and @spn-mediabigbang A love story inspired by the cult classic The Crow:

A year after the murder of himself and his fiancé Dean, Castiel comes back to life to exact vengeance against the people who killed him.

Working on the art for this was so fun. Goth Cas lives in my heart forever. Now, PLEASE go read the fic, it’s equally as fun as the art was to make!!

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[sketching-fox]

SPN MEDIA BIG BANG 2021!

Finally my posting day for @spn-mediabigbang

My pleasure to show here my arts done for FALLOUT:SUPERNATURAL

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An amazing crossoveer writen by 

MaggieMaybe160 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/MaggieMaybe160)

and Insominia (https://archiveofourown.org/users/insominia/pseuds/insominia) .

A dystopian story based on the game Fallout: Las Vegas.

Enjoy it! ^_~

[beezybeeart]

Dean hesitated, feeling like the acceptance of this offer wasn’t just accepting a joint, but something else entirely. Accepting...Cas, accepting the life that being his partner would entail. It felt like he was agreeing to something, agreeing to a transformation. Dean had been the sole financier of a marijuana grow operation for about a week, but it still didn’t feel real. If he smoked with Cas, if he smoked the strain that Cas had been personally cultivating for years...that would make it real.

Dean felt a pressure building in his chest, a nervous ache, unsure of what to do and terrified of making the wrong decision. But like he told Cas, he was his own person. And sink or swim, he would deal with the consequences of his actions as they came.

Before he could change his mind, Dean reached forward, taking the joint from Castiel, and holding it gingerly between his first finger and thumb. He ignored the sharp inhale of surprise Cas tried to cover up with a cough. Dean brought the joint to his lips, inhaled slowly, deeply. He pulled it away, still breathing in. Dean looked down at the joint he was holding, something he thought he would never see again. He held his breath, feeling a tension behind his eyes, forcing them closed. He’d known what Cas’s weed smelled like at every step of the grow process at this point. But even knowing that, Dean never could have imagined it would taste like it did, sweet but peppery, a hint of diesel on the back of his throat. He continued to hold his breath, already feeling the heavy weight settling over his body.

Dean looked at Cas, jaw clenching and eyes focused, saw him watching and gauging Dean’s reaction. He brought the joint back up to his mouth, watching Castiel as he breathed in the smoke, held it, and let it out of his nose slowly. 

“Hey, Cas?”

Castiel tilted his head to the side, eyes squinting as he reached forward and grabbed the joint from Dean’s hand.

“Are you leaving?” Dean was timid. He smoked with Cas. He had to stay.

Cas huffed, one corner of his mouth began turning up in a smile. “If I was going, I’d be gone.”

Dean looked down at the ground, closed his eyes and let the high wash over him. He felt calm. He felt safe. He looked back up at Cas, smiling, “We’ve got two hours to kill until our relief gets here. What do we do?”

Cas handed Dean back the joint, burning close down to the filter. “Watch the grass grow.”

My second (and probably favorite) for the SPN Media Big Bang @spn-mediabigbang along with a second sneak peak at @bre95611 ‘s comedy drama fic Little Boxes: A Weeds AU. The fic will start posting in early May! You can find the first excerpt and artwork here

[soluscheese]

Eventually, after walking for quite some time, Dean stopped in his tracks. He watched as Castiel stopped too, looking over at him with a bemused expression.

“What is it Dean?” He asked. “Do you hear something?”

No, Dean wanted to say as he stared into the distance. He didn’t hear something.

He saw something.

Up ahead, more than twenty feet from where they stood, something glowed.

Dean was entranced by it and began to walk towards it. It stood out like a sore thumb; the bright, ethereal glow creating a dichotomy of dark and light within the woods. It looked so magical, so inviting that before he had even thought about it, Dean shoved his torch back into Castiel’s hands and began to run, moving towards it as quickly as he could.

He heard the prince shout and chase after him. But for once, Dean ignored it.

The grass turned into stone and Dean almost took a tumble as he ran up onto the platform. It was there that he saw what was shining, as it was clearly unmistakable up close. There, half-buried in the stone, was a sword. It was a large sword, much larger than his own. It had a shiny blue hilt, with a diamond encrusted into it. The blade was similar to silver in colour, but with a slightly icy hue. Dean was unsure whether it was meant to look like that, or if it was the light that seemed to radiate off of it.

Without thinking, Dean reached forward and grabbed the hilt with both hands. He heard Castiel’s faint cry of, “what are you doing”, but found he couldn’t answer him. Instead, he began to pull, attempting to unsheathe the sword from the stone with all his might. The air around him became cooler and a shiver ran down his spine. He pulled at the sword, at first feeling a fair amount of resistance from the weapon. He kept trying, tugging, ignoring the sting of his hands and arms, the tension in his shoulders, the sweat beading on his forehead. For some reason, all his mind could tell him was that this sword was his. He needed it. He was to take it.

The sword resisted for awhile, until all of a sudden, it was as if the stone turned to mush. Just like magic, that resistance was gone and Dean gracefully was able to yank the sword up, pulling it completely free from the stone.

Around him, the darkness dissipated and light immediately began to shine downwards from the sky above. The whole area illuminated, so that Dean could see the trees and grass around him and the other elements of wildlife scattered around. He came back to himself, away from the hyper focused state he had been in from the moment he saw the sword. He blinked a couple of times, glancing down at the sword in shock, before turning to make sure the prince was alright.

Castiel stood a few feet away, both of the torches now abandoned on the ground, no longer lit. He looked over at Dean with a mixture of emotions: awe, surprise, bewilderment. When he first took the sword, he had no idea why it was so important or why it was just abandoned here in the middle of the woods. But as he saw Castiel’s face, the prince’s eyes trained solely on the weaponry, he pieced it together all at once.

Oh no.

This is my second piece for this year's SPN MBB. Stay tuned to the SPN Media Big Bang Tumblr @spn-mediabigbang for final posting in late April to early May. This fic by thatpeculiarone is a Royalty/Fantasy AU story based on The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.

[sissyray84]

excerpt

The days are long; rehearsals, sound checks, concerts, back on the bus to a new city to start all over again. Dean’s tired. He sleeps whenever he can, curled up under a few blankets flat on his stomach trying to keep his left leg from dangling out of the bunk. 

And like Dean, Castiel also sleeps whenever he can, that’s when he’s not making sure Dean’s eating. He sleeps during the movies they watch as a team in the front of the bus, he sleeps in the lounge curled around a book, and he sleeps splayed out in his bunk. Shirt always rucked up, unknowingly showing Dean the smooth dip of his lower back and the crest of his butt. The watercolor wings fluttering below his t-shirt, calling out to Dean like a siren song, their beauty tempts Dean’s fingers. 

 So, upon receiving a polite fake-knock on his curtain, Dean really doesn’t expect the goof that is whispering “Knock, knock, knock” to be Castiel standing there. He’s barely seen the guy awake outside of work or mealtimes. 

 “Hey man,” Dean’s voice hushed, to not disturb the others sleeping in the front of the bus. 

 “Hey, I saw the light, what are you watching?” 

 “The Untouchables,” Dean replies, pulling one of his earbuds out of his ear. The long cord is plugged into the DVD player in the ceiling of his bunk. 

 “May I join you?” 

 “Of course, buddy,” Dean smiles nervously and scoots over, “We haven’t gotten to hang out much lately. I’ve missed you.” 

 “Touring is more exhausting than I remember,” Castiel whispers and scoots into Dean’s bunk, a blush tinging the tips of his ears. 

 The bunks are big enough for two people, tightly pressed up against each other. Hesitantly, and awkwardly, Dean wraps his arm around Castiel’s shoulders and they share the space. Handing over one of the earbuds, he resumes the movie. Faces close together, sharing the space. Dean can smell the shampoo Castiel uses, it's a minty fresh fragrance that tickles Dean’s nose along with his earthy sandalwood soap that is so soothing. Castiel fills Dean’s senses and he’s quickly becoming addicted. 

 Dean hands over an earbud and starts the movie up again from the beginning. Dean commits himself to immersion in the story, getting caught up in repeating his favorite lines and even noticing something that he didn’t catch the last time he watched the movie. But his traitorous brain registers that Castiel watches Dean’s profile as much as he watches the movie, his gaze soft. 

 When the movie is over, Castiel bids Dean a quiet goodnight and rolls out of his bunk. Dean can only nod goodnight, feeling that a highly intimate moment had passed between them and he was left hanging, wanting more.

hi are you wanting more?  then please  Stay tuned to the SPN Media Big Bang Tumblr @spn-mediabigbang to see more art in April! Full fic posting in late April to early May. Hello, Everyone! by @ioascc  is a romantic drama based on The Wiggles! 

[fresh-young-soybean]

SPN Media Big Bang 2021 Preview Part Two @spn-mediabigbang I had a lot of fun making this one! Learned some new stuff ^_^ Excerpt by @haybibi-qq

“Do you remember the first time we came out here together?” Of course he did, but Dean wanted to hear what Cas had to say about it, so he shook his head. “Oh. I suppose we have come out here a lot.” He propped himself up on the tree log a little and looked up into Dean’s face with a beery half-smile. “Well, after my first full week house keeping for the Chicken Ranch, you thought we should celebrate. This was the only place in town we could go to drink the six-pack you stole from Bobby.” He laughed, turning his head to give the lake a dreamy, far off look. “Three beers each was enough to make swimming at night less terrifying. We were just getting into the lake when Texas was hit with one of the biggest meteor showers the state had ever seen. ” Cas had been beautiful that night with wild hair, sun kissed skin, and muscles that still stood at attention from a full day’s work at the ranch. Dean’s heart ached from just the memory of the soft look of wonder on Cas’s face and the way his eyes brimmed with tears as he looked up at the sky. Dean fell in love with him instantly. Cas frowned and said, “It’s a shame you don’t remember it.” Dean jumped in, “No, No, I think I remember that. It was your first time seeing a shooting star, right? Hell of a first time, Cas.” He looked up at the sky as if he could still see the afterimage of them twenty years later. “What was it you said it looked like? ‘Angels falling out of Heaven’?” “Something like that.”

[ioascc]

It’s been 46 days... and I’m still in love with my @spn-mediabigbang fic. Catching up with @sissyray84, we decided to shout about this fic a bit more. According to them, every word is “pure gold.” They may be just a tad biased since the art created for the fic is devastatingly beautiful. 

Tagging some of my editing queens because they definitely deserve it! :D @feathers750 @emblue-sparks

You can read it here. 

A little humorous NSFW snippet from this fic under the cut!

They embrace in the shower, Cas’ hands are soft and sure while he touches down Dean’s back reverently. Soft kisses become more heated and they finish their shower quickly, practically tumbling out, kissing desperately while they dry each other off. Eventually, their limbs tangle as they fall onto the bed.

Slotting together, hips undulating in perfect rhythm, Dean grasps and pulls on Castiel’s bottom. The dry drag of their members together is delicious, but… lube is definitely needed. He loves jacking them off at the same time. He whispers this against Cas’ lips making the other man groan loudly.

“So lube?” Dean questions after Castiel works Dean’s bottom lip between his teeth.

With no poise, Cas untangles himself and retrieves the lube from Dean’s duffle, in his eagerness Cas’ feet catch each other and he hits the floor with a thud. After assuring that he was actually ok, Dean can’t help but laugh loudly… Cas joining in laughter from the floor. Dean snorts and giggles watching his usually cool and reserved lover fumble the lube bottle a few times, laughing too hard to even stand up straight.

The whole thing is made funnier by Cas’ arousal jutting up and bobbing with every ungraceful movement and waving in time with the belly laughs. Castiel stops at the edge of the bed, smiling widely with good humor, he wipes his eyes and is still chuckling.

“Well, fuck,” Cas laughs, “I wanted to come across a little bit more elegant and sensual but uh, that went completely out the window.”

“Yeah, man. That was probably the least graceful thing I’ve ever seen you do,” Dean admits, crawling on the bed towards him.

“Damn,” Cas laughs, carding his fingers through Dean’s hair. They kiss, more teeth than lips because they are still smiling too hard.

“Well, Dean, this is probably the most I’ve laughed during sex in years.”

[deanwinchesterwebsite]

My art for @spn-mediabigbang for the fic Haunted by @emblue-sparks !! Good old fashioned highschool AU with a twist, based off of the cutest animated short, In A Heartbeat.

Go read this fic, it’s truly delightful and written by a wonderful person :,) also thanks to @aceriee-art for her art beta help!

Link to Masterpost

[kingdumbass]

One for Sorrow

"People Once Believed That When Someone Dies, A Crow Carries Their Soul To The Land Of The Dead."

***COMING THIS DECEMBER***

From the mind of @bleuzombie and illustrated by me, @kingdumbass​ A story inspired by the cult classic THE CROW And brought to you in accordance with @spn-mediabigbang

Castiel grabs a tin of lighter fluid and squirts it all over the counter. It pools and spills onto Crowley’s suit pants. “Now you are going to tell me where to find the rest of Remiel’s friends.”

“The Gin Mill. Azazel rents the room above the bar. Talk to him.”

Castiel chuckles bitterly. “Azazel.” He can see him, cutting on Dean, touching him. “A whole demon club with silly demon names.” Castiel uses the butt of his shotgun to smash the glass display. Crowley groans as he finally manages to tie the pocket square around his hand. “Hold still.” Castiel points the gun at him. Crowley raises his hands and doesn’t move. “These,” Castiel flicks a ring at him, “each one of these,” Castile flicks another ring at him, hitting him in the face, “is a life.” Castiel flicks two more rings at him. “A life you helped destroy.” 

Crowley falls to his knees. “Please. Please don’t kill me. I just bought the ring. I didn’t hurt anyone!” 

Castiel smiles, “I’m not going to kill you. Your job is to tell the rest of them death is coming for them.” Castiel cocks the shotgun. “Tonight.” He grabs the tray of rings and dumps them into the barrel of his shotgun. “Tell them Castiel Novak sends his regards.”

[sketching-fox]

My 2nd piece for SPN Media Big Bang - @spn-mediabigbang 

Stay tuned to see more arts  and the full fic posting in late April - early May!

This fic is FALLOUT:SUPERNATURAL

by MaggieMaybe160 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/MaggieMaybe160)

and Insominia (https://archiveofourown.org/users/insominia/pseuds/insominia) .

A dystopian story based on the game Fallout: Las Vegas.

And a little piece of the fic for you:

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“Don’t say yes to Michael.”

“I got that, Cas.” Dean finds he’s smiling in spite of himself and shakes his head. “If I say yes to Michael, don’t they still need to get Sam to say yes to Lucifer? Wear us both?” 

“That is the general idea, yes.” Dean likes that he can feel Cas looking at him. He can feel his eyes tracing his profile. No matter how much he wants to turn his face so he can look into his eyes, he sits still just to keep the feeling.

“Then we gank ‘em both instead,” Dean says with finality. 

 “You want to kill two archangels?” Cas asks with alarm. 

 Dean finally turns to look at him and grins. “Yeah. You with me?” 

“Yes.” 

Now might be the moment. They’re alone and have just decided to take down to archangels together in some weird probable suicide pact and the sun in his eyes makes them more impossibly blue. Sam is going to be okay, or at least he hopes. Dean can breathe and he can feel the warmth from where Cas’ arm rests against his spreading through him. Now would absolutely be the perfect moment to kiss him. He could lean in, gently cup his jaw with his hand, let their lips brush before fully kissing him. Maybe he’ll kiss back. 

And why not? He’s more than just gorgeous. He’s strong and smart and has helped Dean on more than one occasion. Hell, he’d just helped figure out that Sam was a Legion spy, jailbreak the kid, and drag his ass all the way here even though none of this was part of his plan. He’d ditched his plan a long ass time ago. If he thinks he only dropped his orders the other night when he told Dean the truth, he’s been lying to himself since he met up with Dean in Novac. 

 Dean’s eyes flicker between Cas’ eyes and his lips as he leans a little closer.

[beezybeeart]

Dean liked learning about the drug business. Although medical and recreational weed was legal in California, due to some truly idiotic laws regarding the licensing lotteries, the black market was still thriving, and Dean liked pretending it was a world he fit in to.

The brothers were all milling about the room: Balthazar at the table, tossing small green nugs of flower onto a scale in front of him, bagging them, and setting the bags aside to be vacuum sealed. Gabriel throwing handfuls into bags, not bothering with a scale. He’d been doing this a long time. Alfie was hovering, moving back and forth wherever he was needed by his older siblings. Castiel was wearing linen, a blue shirt and cream pants. He sat at a table by the stove feet propped up  as he drank his coffee and smoked a joint. He never helped weigh, and he always had a joint in his hand.

As Dean made his way into the kitchen, the smell of Gabriel’s cooking hit him. Cornbread, maybe? Dean would have to ask for the recipe. 

“Jesus, Gabe, that smells incredible.”

“Answer’s still no, Dean-o. I won’t part with my cornbread recipe. It dies with me, I swear.” Gabe shook his head, sandy blonde locks falling into his eyes. 

“Don’t mind him, Gabriel, Dean’s on the Master Cleanse. Ain’t that right?” Castiel looked up at Dean from the corner he was seated, his intense, icy blue gaze causing Dean to blush. He never should have told Cas about it.

“I miss carbs,” Dean rested a hand on his lower stomach, right on top of the little bit of pudge he was hoping the cleanse would help him shed. His eyes wandered to where Alfie was bagging up his order, putting ounce after ounce into the old Army duffle Dean used to carry around his stash.

“Hey, that last bag looks a little light…” Dean said. His voice was thick with confidence he didn't actually feel. He wanted to be impressive.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the room erupted in laughter.

“No way are you calling out Gabriel’s eyeballing!” Balthazar sounded almost impressed.

Cas tilted his head to the side, searching Dean’s face for something before looking back to Gabe, gauging his reaction.

Gabriel didn’t say a word, just looked at Alfie and nodded once, short and sharp. Alfie threw the baggie on the scale.

The room was silent as the weight settled and the numbers on the scale flickered.

28g

Laughs all around at Dean’s expense, the blush on his cheeks renewed, Dean nervously moved around the kitchen, fixing a cup of coffee, while the cacophony around him continued.

“Never question Gabriel’s eyeballing, Dean. Rookie mistake,” Alfie was laughing animatedly, looking around at his brothers, “that’s the Rain Man of Weed, right there!”

Cas muttered softly, almost too quiet for Dean to make out, “Writing checks your ass can’t cash, Winchester.” Cas winked. Dean floundered.

“Alright, alright! I stand corrected!” Dean shouted into the room, to all of them and none of them at once. He wasn’t angry. Dean’s ignorance of illegal dealings would always be a little funny to the group, a fish so far out of water.

I can finally share this piece for the SPN Media Big Bang @spn-mediabigbang It’s been amazing working with @bre95611 on their comedy/drama fic Little Boxes: A Weeds AU based on the TV show Weeds. More art for this fic will be out mid-April, and the fic will start posting on their ao3 late-April/early-May so stay tuned, you definitely won’t want to miss it!!

[haybibi-qq]

TWENTY FANS WERE TURNING (THEY WERE TURNING). TWENTY FANS WERE TURNING IN EVERY ROOM. FEVERS WERE A' BURNING (THEY WERE BURNING) AND THEY HAD TO FIND A WAY TO COOL DOWN.

The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas || Explicit || 33026 Author: lovemuppet Artist: Name DaddysGracelessAngel

“Texas has a whorehouse in it! God have mercy on our souls!”

Gilbert, Texas is the friendliest town in America. Life is slow and easy and things have a habit of staying the same: the bus from Amarillo has always stopped in front of the hardware store, the Harringtons have always owned a malt shop, and the town has always had a whore house.

Castiel plans to keep it that way.

He doesn’t care how many Twitter followers Crowley has or how hot the handsome Sheriff’s blood runs, the Chicken Ranch is the closest thing to a home he’s ever known.

Source  Link to fic and art Pairings:

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester

past Dean/Anna

past cas/ others

rumored dean/lisa

Warnings: No major archive warnings. Brief mention of Suicidal Ideation.  Tags: Friends with Benefits, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, Prostitute!Cas, Sheriff!Dean, Dad Destiel

[sissyray84]

excerpt 

Castiel stands close, but not in the way and out of Dean’s field of vision. Dean doesn’t technically need a spotter for this, his aim is repetition and he’s doing weights lighter than what he’d normally do. He can still feel Castiel’s presence. Can still smell the earthy scent of his cologne mixing with the clean sweat of his skin. 

 “No roots?” Dean grunts, the count in his head displaced for a second but he starts up again. 

 Castiel hums, “No, Anna lives here and she’s the closest thing I have to roots here recently. I was in New York for a while after school. Then I was in Mumbai dancing, that’s when Gabe asked me to come home.” 

 “Mumbai?” 

 “Bollywood.”

 Dean lets out a noise of surprise, his hands faltering and Castiel’s hands are like lightning grasping the bar from Dean’s hands. Arms flexing, Castiel stabilizes the bar while Dean adjusts his hands. 

 “Bollywood, huh?” 

 “Back up dancer,” Castiel explains, his hand leaving the bar hesitantly. 

 “I’m gonna have to see this, my sister-in-law loves Bollywood movies,” Dean chuckles, finishing his rep and hanging up the bar. He hops up on the bench, looking up at Castiel. Baseball cap backwards, shirt still clinging to him. Dean meets Castiel’s eyes, steady and so fuckin’ blue. Fuck him.

 “I enjoyed my time there,” Castiel says, leaning against the bar relaxed as ever, “But I’m glad to be home and doing this with you all. Ready to start the newest chapter of life, it’ll certainly be different touring… becoming a sort of celebrity. Interviews start soon, that’ll be an interesting experience.” 

 Dean nods in agreement, wiping his hands on his gym shorts, “Yeah, it’ll be weird being known but I’m hoping that they won’t become too intrusive. I just enjoy music, I like hanging out with Charlie and Gabe again. It seemed like a good move to me.” 

 Castiel smiles, “Finished?” 

 “Uh yeah, going to hit the showers and then home. Tomorrow is choreography? Know anything about that?” 

 “I do, 'Rock-a-bye Your Bear' tomorrow. Gabe wanted me to come up with the hand movements and the dance we could all do,” he says and leads the way to the gym locker room, pulling out his bag from the locker. He starts stripping in front of Dean, peeling his sweat-drenched shirt slowly off his body. 

Standing only in the tiniest shorts and sneakers, Dean’s tongue feels like it's going to flop out of his mouth like a lovesick cartoon. Spotting a breathtaking tattoo, its black lines and with show-stopping watercolors curling around the top of Castiel’s shoulders and down the slopes of his back. It’s gorgeous, light and dark mixed together in a vibrant dance of color that makes him want to trace it with his fingers and follow with his tongue. In his imagination, he can almost feel the skin beneath his lips, the strength of the muscle between his teeth, and taste the salt of Cas’ skin on his tongue. 

 “I can’t sleep through this one?” Dean grunts, grabbing his own bag to distract him from the dark Adonis and his wings in front of him. He wills his body to cool down and not to stare too much at the beauty in front of him. 

 Amusement shining in his face, Castiel clasps a hand on his shoulder and shakes him slightly, “You’ll be fine, Dean. I promise I didn’t make it too difficult.” 

 With that, Castiel leaves him to take his shower, all sinew and grace. Dean watches the muscles in his back flex as he walks away, thinking that Castiel Novak is so graceful with his vibrant wings that he might as well be flying. 

Hi... are you wanting more?  Then please stay tuned to the SPN Media Big Bang Tumblr @spn-mediabigbang to see more art in April! Full fic posting in late April to early May. Hello, Everyone! by @ioascc is a romantic drama based on The Wiggles!

[fresh-young-soybean]

SPN Media Big Bang 2021 Preview <3 @spn-mediabigbang

Really excited to be a part of this project! Hope this is enough to get you hooked and look forward to the finished product :) 

Excerpt by @haybibi-qq

“Charlie Bradbury. I just got off the bus from Amarillo.” She pointed towards the bus stop, frowning. “Why does the greyhound stop in front of a hardware store?”

The red vinyl bar stool sighed as Dean chuckled and sat down with Charlie taking a seat next to him. “There used to be a cathouse over the hardware store, back before there was even a bus stop. They almost moved it once when Lily Sunder bought the Chicken Ranch and moved the whole operation just outside town. ” Dean said, turning his nose up at Sam's salad. “I guess Lily said that would be bad for Gilbert’s ‘proper businesses’.” Dean snorted as though that sentiment was particularly ridiculous. “Ajay must make a mint taking people out there in his taxi,” he muttered to Sam who chuckled.

“Wait. It’s still out there? The brothel,” Charlie asked leaning over to look at the town officials incredulously, “Isn’t that... illegal?”

Dean waved his hand noncommittally. “It mostly travels under everyone’’s radar because it’s just an itty bitty country place. They figure, compared to whatever's going on in Austin, it’s really not much to see.” A cute looking waitress put down the biggest looking burger, shake, and fry combo in front of Charlie who’s stomach gurgled expectantly. Dean picked up a fry from her plate and cocked his head to one side thoughtfully. “‘Sides, Gilbert’s had a whorehouse in it for more than a hundred years! Place should be counted as a state historical site if you ask me. Or one of those weird museums people can’t seem to get enough of.”

Sam chuckled, “I’d like to be in the room when someone suggests that.”

Dean continued brightly, stepping over his brother’s snicker, "Cas owns the place now. He's my best friend and-" the waitress almost dropped Dean’s plate as she put it down in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to look down his nose at her. Gruffly he asked, "You alright, Sunny?"

The waitress pulled away from the counter quickly and turned to fiddle with the milkshake machine. "Oh, hmmhumm yep." She winked at Charlie in the mirror.

“Anyway, Castiel owns the chicken ranch now. He’ll put you up while you figure out what you’re going to do now that you’re in the good town of Gilbert.”

[deancodedcastielenby]

“One Night At Freddy’s”

An SPNMediaBigBang Production

Coming in December!

Inspired by Five Nights At Freddy’s

Author: @geeksheek89 || Artist: @deancodedcastielenby

Excerpt:

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Without warning a loud bell rang out through the venue, accompanied by the scream of joy from the children on the climbing frame. The apparatus emptied in an instant, kids seemingly popping out of any entrance/ exit they could find, all running towards the stage. The curtains pulled apart to revile three animatronic animals. To the right of the stage, the blue rabbit holding a red guitar. To the left, the yellow Chicken holding what appeared to be a bucked tooth cupcake. And front and centre, Mr Freddy FazBear himself, microphone in hand as he serenaded his young audience.

The animatronics seemed to be fixed to the stage, each joint looking like they were posable, yet none of them was really moving. Only their mouths mime along to the song, eyes blinking occasionally and the rabbit's hand simulated a strumming motion like it was playing the guitar, it was the platform they stood on that did all the work. Rotating each figure in time with the cheesy melody, while stage lights overhead flashed different colours. The song was over as quickly as it started, the animatronics stilling, cold eyes staring blankly over the audience as the children clapped and cried out for more.

They had visited haunted hotels, abandoned warehouses and graveyards by the plenty. Seen the depths of hell and enough gruesome deaths to send any sane person to the nuthouse. But looking into those cold stoic plastic eyes of those animatronic gave Dean the creeps. He was almost certain they were watching his every move, like one of those paintings that gave the optical illusion that the eyes were following you around the room.

“I take back everything I ever said about you and clowns,” Dean mumbled quietly to his brother as he watched the purple curtains close, thankfully hiding the creepy robots on display.

[kingdumbass]

One for Sorrow

“Real Love is Forever.”

***COMING THIS DECEMBER***

From the mind of @bleuzombie​, illustrated by @kingdumbass​

A story inspired by the cult classic THE CROW, brought to you in accordance with @spn-mediabigbang​

“You are such a dumbass,” a voice laughs. Castiel opens his eyes to see Dean sitting on his headstone next to the crow. His golden skin shines in the light of the fire, smoldering around them. He’s wearing his gray sweater, the collar of a white shirt peeking out of the top. His jeans are so faded they almost look white, his white sneakers somehow untouched by the mud and grim around him. “I mean, seriously? You really think that you failed?” Dean’s laughter is the most beautiful music Castiel has ever heard. 

“Dean-” Castiel reaches a hand towards him and then stops. He drops his hand and turns away. “No. Can’t. Need to-,” Castiel swallows, “need to hurt more.” 

“Cas, you don’t need to hurt.” 

“Yes.” Castiel gasps for a breath. “Punish.” 

“I’ve watched you dump buckets of bullets into those guys, slit throats, cut limbs off. You just snapped a chick’s neck. I’ll admit it was fun to see but you’re done. It’s time to come back with me.” Dean hops off of his gravestone and walks towards Castiel. He’s even more beautiful than Castiel remembered. He wants nothing more than to reach out to him but instead he shrinks in on himself. He doesn’t deserve peace. 

Dean stops in front of him and huffs. “Right. I get it. This is the last part. You gotta forgive.” 

Castiel laughs bitterly, the sound feels like glass in his throat. “Never,” Castiel spits. 

“Not them, idiot!” Dean snaps. “Yourself, Cas! You couldn’t save me.” 

“Should’ve.” Castiel turns aways. He doesn’t deserve to look at someone so righteous and pure. He deserves to struggle for breath here in this graveyard until the sun expands, killing everything. 

Dean crouches down next to Cas, his hand on either side of his face, tilting Castiel’s head up to look at him. “There was nothing to be done Cas. You did everything and more. I had a good life. And you just saved Sammy and my mom.” Dean grabs Castiel’s bloody hand and brings it to his face, opening his palm and rubbing his cheek against Castiel’s palm. “Please don’t leave me. Come with me. You have to let this go.” 

More tears fall down Castiel’s cheeks, carving clear streaks of flesh through the blood and grim covering his face. He presses the pads of his fingers into Dean’s cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Come home, sunshine.” Dean smiles sadly. “Come with me.”