#suptober 2019

[winchester-reload]

The Suptober23 Check-In!

As you may have noticed, today (October 15th) marks the last consecutive day of our prompt list for 2023, and that means no more daily reminders. But that doesn't mean it's all over--and I'm not just talking about that day 31 prompt either! If you're anything like me, you've still got a few days to catch up on (including today's haha oops!) Or, maybe you wanted to join, but you missed the start and thought you couldn't. Jump on in and post those things! Use the rest of the month to get them done! And don't forget to add them to the Ao3 Collection. Also, hey, keep on using that #suptober23 tag so we can find your stuff!

If you managed to knock this challenge out of the park and complete all 15 prompts already, this doesn't mean you have to stop creating. If you're still hungry for more, I'm betting you can find some prompts on old suptober lists, or from friends, or, hey, you could even jump onto the #inktober prompt list if you wanted! The sky is the limit, and you've unlocked God Mode. Congrats to you, my friend. I am envious of your time management skills.

I want to give a massive shout out and thank you to all of you who have worked so hard these last two weeks to bring us such a treasure trove of new art and stories. Thank you for the time you spent creating, and thank you to all the people who've been so kind and encouraging to each other throughout the event. Suptober only is what it is because of all of you. And it is pretty incredible, if you ask me.

Now, how about a few resources? Prompt Lists

2018

2019

2020

2021

2022

2023

2018 Archive

2019 Archive

2020 Archive

2021 Archive

2022 Archive

2023 Ao3 Collection/2023 Tumblr Archive

Still got questions? Send me an ask!

See you all again on the 31st!!!

[julesthequirky]

Misha and Characters

Brat: Series; In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.

Call Me Master: Oneshot; A helping hand turns into an ownership of a lifetime. PWP. (Castiel x Reader)

No Alpha of Mine: A/B/O Series; Reader denies the connection with her Alpha. (Castiel x Reader)

The Last Omega: A/B/O Oneshot; Reader is an Omega on the run from a ruthless leader. (Castiel x Reader

The Big Empty: Angst oneshot; Reader enters The Big Empty to save her favourite angel (Castiel x Reader

Grace: Fluff, light angst, oneshot; Castiel home alone with a baby. (Castiel x Reader)

Murphy's Law: Drabble, high angst; Things turn bad during a hunt. (Castiel x Reader)

Right Alpha, Wrong World: A/B/O oneshot; Running back to the rift the Omega reader has an uncanny meeting in the forest. (Castiel x Reader)

Suptober 2019: Short episodic drabbles including Castiel and reader in a will they, won't they? relationship. No smut, no angst (maybe). 

Owned By Sin: Smut, Mini-series: Whilst occupying Castiel’s vessel, Lucifer plays on a weakness of yours. They don’t call him the original tempter for nothing… (Casifer x Reader)

Part One. Part Two

Last Christmas: One shot, very violent and gory; Reader is unaware of her friend's true identity as Christmas becomes closer. (Casmodeus x Reader)

Lead Me Into Temptation: Smut, Series; Reader has a crush on her neighbour. (Misha x Reader)

Daddy's Brat: BDSM- hardcore smut, series; Misha and reader have a DDLG relationship.

Homewrecker: High angst, series; Reader makes a mistake, is cast out and disowned and sleeping rough. (Misha x Reader)

Forget Me Not: Mini-series: Reader wakes up after hitting her head, as her character on Supernatural. (Misha x Reader)

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Crazy In Love: Angst, drama, series; Reader is charged with the abduction of Misha but the case doesn’t seem to be all that black and white.

All Her Stars Broken and Stripes Worn Through, It's the Red, White and Whiskey Blues: EXTREME ANGST, series; Reader had a mental breakdown and quickly became estranged from her husband, Misha. Every day is a fight when there’s no reason to live any more.

The Alpha's Intent: A/B/O oneshot; PWP in the den. With sweaty Misha.

Kisses Have Consequences: Angst, series; A heated kiss between friends is shared causing the beginning of all their problems. (Misha x Reader)

Classroom Humiliation: Explicit oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Misha x Reader)

[foolondahill17]

Day 5: Portrait

Decided to do a redraw from my first suptober back in 2019. I was hoping there'd be some obvious improvement, but I don't think there's much 😅

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 4 - Commencement

Castiel completes his training with Rowena, and it all goes very fast after that!

A new part to my 2019 series Rowena's Shop

Suptober prompt: Nimbus Flufftober Prompt: Cinderella Moment Fictober Prompt: “Do you even know what this means?” Inktober Prompt: Dodge

(Read on AO3)

“Oh, well done, Castiel! Very well done, indeed! You've gotten it exactly right! Look!!”

Comfy and dozing in his overstuffed armchair, Dean can hear Rowena's words of effusive affirmation drifting in through the curtained doorway to the back of the store. The cooing, approving tone of her voice is one she's never used with him, of course, but Cas has been drawing it out of her more and more often lately as he's neared the completion of his studies. From the sound of it, he's just ticked another box on the list of spells he needs to master before he “graduates,” whatever that word means for a literal sorcerer's apprentice in the Year of our Lord 2023.

He's starting to doze off again when his boyfriend comes bursting through the doorway, a wide, gummy grin on his handsome face.

“Did you hear?!? I did it!!” he trumpets.

Dean stands to give him a hug. “I heard, honeybee! Nice work!! Does that mean you guys are done for the day, or are you taking a break? Maybe we could go grab a late lunch...?”

Cas gives him a firm, full-bodied squeeze, then pulls away, shaking his head. “No, beloved, I did it. That was the last one. I'm finished. Do you even know what this means?”

Dean watches, mouth agape, as he murmurs a few sibilant words and flicks a finger. The cozy glow of the shop's chandelier dims as a nimbus of luminescent power gathers around Cas's head. The blue highlights in his hair coil and eddy, then the color surges, flowing down the man's body and draping it in a floor-length brocade cloak that perfectly matches his gorgeous eyes. It's a Cinderella Moment if Dean's ever seen one.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

“Indeed,” Rowena intones sarcastically as she walks into the room. “Eloquent as ever, I see.”

“Hey, screw you, Broom Hilda,” Dean snipes back. “Forgive me for being in awe of my boyfriend the fucking wizard.” He rolls his eyes at her and turns back to Cas. “So, what happens now? Can we celebrate? Go out for a nice dinner? Or should we just skip to dessert?” It's a cheesy line, but God help him, that little display of power got him so freaking turned on. If Rowena wasn't here he would 100% be on his knees right now.

Cas seems to be on the same wavelength, because he's got a dirty smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to respond, but Rowena throws up a waggling finger.

“Ah ah ah, there'll be plenty of time for that sort of business later. Right now I need your help with the last o'my cases.” She gestures behind her, at a teetering pile of steamer chests that definitely was not there a minute ago.

And the same-wavelength thing must still be in effect, because the two of them reply in unison, “Wait, what?”

“I've been stuck here long enough, boys. Now that you're ready, Castiel, I'll be goin' walkabout for a bit.” She points again at the trunks, an imperious quirk to her brow, and the two men scramble to fill their arms.

Rowena herself picks up the tiniest, daintiest little handbag and leads them, shuffling under the immense weight of her luggage, out the side door to the alley. Her car, like her a sporty little compact number of indeterminate age, make, and origin, seems much too small to hold so many massive cases. But of course, like magic, it all fits neatly into the boot, with ample room to spare.

Dean slams the lid down, then rounds on her. “So, what, Cas finished his training five minutes ago and you're getting outta Dodge? How long are you gonna be gone? What's gonna happen to the store? Wh–”

Whatever other question he'd been about to ask dies on his tongue when she snaps her fingers. (He's honestly not sure whether she did a silencing spell on him or he's just terrified of her.)

“It's tradition, you utter gowk. I've nothing more to teach our Castiel, and the shop practically runs itself, has done for centuries. And, much as I loathe to admit it, you've become quite an exemplary assistant in all the years you've been lollygaggin' around here waiting for your fella to do his lessons. The pair of ya'll do fine. And I'll be back around, in a few months or years or... Well, eventually. Cheerybye, boys!”

And she's gone, in a puff of sweet-smelling exhaust.

Dean and Cas stare at each other for a full minute, slack-jawed and stunned. Finally, Dean gathers himself enough to break the silence.

“Honeybee,” he says hoarsely. “What the fuck.”

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Suptober 2023 Day 9: Starlight

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ksEK61p by Destielevator When Dean wants to meet Starlight at a fan convention, Castiel becomes SUPEr jealous. Words: 1624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), The Boys (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Starlight | Annie January Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Suptober 2023 (Supernatural), One Shot, Castiel/Dean Winchester One Shot, Jealous Castiel (Supernatural), Crossover, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000, Wordcount: Over 1.000, Dean Winchester is a Fanboy read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ksEK61p

[lizleeships]

I had initially removed this post because I was self-conscious about some of the art mistakes and the short fic that went with it, but a friend convinced me to put it back up. I’m having some “I HATE EVERYTHING I’M DRAWING” issues lately which are really messing with my vibe, but nevertheless, here this is back again with an actual proper Ao3 link, for anyone interested since I noticed a few people were asking about it. 

This was of course based on the marvelous Winchester-Reload’s Suptober prompt, Battered and Bound (minus the Bound I guess.)

PS: I’m mostly putting it back up to have it in my collection, so don’t feel forced to reblog/like if you’ve already seen it. Sorry for being a spazz. 

[fandom-ed]

demon!dean. 

for suptober 2019 prompt ; Day 2 - EYES

still incomplete but didnt want to be late for day 2 prompt.

@winchester-reload

[naitiaclo960writings]

Day 14 - Fire

A rustle of blankets. A sigh in the dark. Dean slowly turned in his bed, entangled in the sheets to protect himself from the cold that was beginning to infiltrate the bunker this October. The man had taken a little nap in the afternoon in order to make up for his last nights of insomnia, it was not as if they had work to do anyway. The monsters and other psychopathic killers seemed to have decided to take a break and Dean had every intention of taking the opportunity to rest his sore body from the last hunt.

He couldn’t have slept more than a couple of hours, which meant he had to be around 5pm. Nevertheless, Dean had no plans to get up right away, with his sheets pleasantly warm against his skin and, for the first time in a long time, sleep finally being cooperative with him. He knelt more against his pillow and put up a piece of sheets on his shoulders. While he was finally getting ready to plunge back into a deep sleep, something came to disturb his tranquility.

He did not know immediately what had bothered him, so he frowned slightly without opening his eyes and pricked up his ears, the sleep gradually leaving him as he forced himself to become more alert. It was like a bad feeling slowly taking hold of him until he could no longer ignore this impression of wrongness. Dean tensed softly into his bed, but kept his eyes firmly closed. It was dark in the room anyway, what could he possibly have discerned? He relied on his other senses to inform him of what was going on, having learned to trust his instincts after all these years of hunting.

However, he opened wide panicked eyes when he finally understood what had brought him out of sleep. Fire. A smell of smoke was spreading through the bunker and had reached Dean.

Without thinking, Dean abruptly pushed the sheets and threw himself out of bed, his heartbeats accelerating singularly in his chest. The first thing he managed to get out of his throat was the most obvious thing.

- "SAM!" He shouted, rushing blindly to the door of his room.

The smell, however light in the air, seemed to take hold of him all and made him dizzy, as if he had already swallowed whole liters of smoke. He refused to surrender to the painful memories that were passing through his mind when he finally found the door handle. The smell of burnt flesh. Flames. Tears. Cries. Take your brother outside as you fast as you can. Don’t look back. Now, Dean, GO!

- "Sammy!" Dean called in the hallway, his eyes desperately looking for any clues that the bunker was indeed on fire, that they had to get out of here as quickly as possible.

He discerned a net of smoke building up in the corridor and wondered vaguely why the smoke detectors had not yet activated. You couldn’t trust a high-tech bunker that was over 60 years old. Dean coughed poorly although the smoke wasn’t even thick enough to crawl into his throat and burn his lungs. It was as if his whole body reacted automatically to the sight of the fumes and drove him back into the middle of a fire. Again.

The hunter desperately wanted to go in the opposite direction and run as far away as possible from this place, but not without Sam. Not without his baby brother. This mission, to protect his younger brother at all costs, was literally his reason for living — had always been— and he preferred to die in flames rather than abandon Sam in a damn underground furnace. As a result, Dean stopped breathing as if by reflex and ran towards the smoke, following the trail to the source.

There was a time when Dean wanted to be a firefighter. Saving people, preventing other families from experiencing what he had experienced… He would have loved it. However, he would have laughed at himself considering how traumatized he was when he smelled the slightest hint of smoke if he were not so busy shouting Sam’s name.

His footsteps led him into the kitchen. Here, his entire vision was blurred by the amount of smoke in the room, covering everything with a gray and smothering veil. He had seen no sign of flame in his frantic course, but nothing was able to silence the frantic beats of his heart. He allowed himself to release his breath only when he saw Sam crouching on the ground in front of what seemed to be the oven.

- "Sam! What the hell is going on?" Dean exclaimed, failing to mask his obvious panic and anxiety.

Sam immediately turned his head towards him, in the door frame, his face hidden in the hollow of his elbow to protect himself from the smoke that came out of the oven in large quantities. At the same time, Dean noticed more movement to the right in the kitchen and recognized Castiel, his eternal trench coat and costume jacket having left his shoulders and leaving him only in a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up. He tried as hard as he could to ignore the burning chills that rose up on his body, licking his ribs.

- "We have to get out of here." Dean says, categorical, and he stepped forward with determination towards the two other occupants of the room to help them advance to the exit.

- "No, it’s okay." Sam said immediately. "I reversed the air pumps, we’re safe, we just have to…"

He does not finish his sentence, concentrating completely on the contents of the oven. With one hand, he grabbed potholders and plunged into the furnace, coming out a few seconds later with the grate, burning and completely blackened. On it lay a large, formless, charred mass from which much of the smoke escaped. Without further ado, Sam got up and brought the grate into the sink, throwing it and its contents into the sink before turning on the cold water tap as much as possible.

Straight away, the thermal shock caused water vapor while the grate finally cooled to the bottom of the sink. Sam and Castiel breathed a sigh of relief.

- "What the hell is going on?" Dean asked, having followed all the action with panicked and lost eyes.

Immediately, his brother and the angel exchanged a guilty look before Castiel turned to him, his eyes avoiding his own.

- "I… believe I tried to cook. And I obviously forgot to come and get the chicken and potatoes before they burned to the ground." He admits in a very small voice. "I’m sorry, Dean…"

Dean frowned at me.

- "What?" he said because he was still having trouble getting the information into his brain.

- "Everything is fine, it just made a lot of smoke, but we managed to avoid the worst." Sam shrugged, looking at what was left of the chicken with a disgusted face. "Well, I think so…"

- "I swear to you that the recipe did not stipulate that the meal could try to kill us if we did not show it enough attention." Castiel lamented, shaking his head with a defeatist air.

Dean put one hand in his hair and turned his back on them. A freaking, motherfucker chicken. Holy shit. A goddamn chicken with potatoes. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down while Sam tried to reassure Castiel behind him. However, he remained silent long enough to draw attention to himself again, with Dean now pacing the kitchen to regain some semblance of control over himself.

- "Dean?" Called Sam, raising an eyebrow at him.

- "Don’t ever do that again!" Dean said, pointing an accusing finger at Castiel with a severe face.

The angel seemed wounded, but nodded in spite of everything, looking down again like a child being scolded.

Dean sighed and passed a hand on his face, clearly on edge. He softened slightly before resuming his speech.

- "Next time just… wait until I show you how to use the oven. Please."

Castiel looked at him and nodded again, observing him for a long time as if he were trying to understand something particularly difficult to get. He doesn’t say anything though.

Dean nodded as well and turned a blank look at the still smoking oven. Okay. All he had to do was find something else to eat for tonight. He wasn’t even hungry anyway, his stomach still too tied up in the idea of losing his little brother and his best friend in something as stupid as a house fire. Traumas suck…

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@winchester-reload

Here you go :). I wasn’t very inspired with today’s word, so I’m not truly satisfied with this one, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway ^^. Also, thank you for all the kind comments on my other Suptober days, you are awesome! See you tomorrow ^^

You can check my masterlist for the Suptober 2019 here

Tagging peoples cause why not :

@echooz @aliceollormusic @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover@styggtroll@thanks-tacos@petrichoravellichor@iamcharliebradburylevelperfect@ladywaywarddsc@hellfire37 @didnt-survive-twist-and-shout @destiel-221b-sabriel @aloha-cowgirl@alexia-kline-winchester@destielhoneybee@mylifeisbrulette@dysfunctional-destiel@ozonecologne@doofcas@castielrisingabove@zoerayne2426@tibbinswrites@naomishamiga @vicmc624 @thegirlofstarlight @berrieseveryday @staycejo1 @certaindeanwinchesterforcastiel

[castielscarma]

15x03 Coda: Make-up

Dean's words haunted Castiel.

Jack's death haunted him.

Sam's sorrow haunted him.

Chuck's actions haunted him.

The cold outside the bunker pierced through his trench coat and the darkness of the night was above him. The dark path, littered with gravel was below him. It seemed lately that he had trouble even remembering how it felt to be an angel of the Lord. But that was a lie.

He remembered. Grace filling up his being. Hands that healed. A mind that was certain. A heart that was shielded.

He'd almost forgotten.

Now. Grace was leaving his being empty. Did that mean that he was empty?

Some of the night's creatures were out, echoing their songs into a darkness where no one listened. Dean hadn't listened. And now Cas had to listen to his words. Over and over again.

To be an angel was to have purpose. Who was he if that purpose was stripped of him? Castiel pondered that question. Twirling with this familiar parable, he found that he didn't gain any new awareness.

He was a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. He had intention. Was it possible to direct his intention, his purpose to something else?

Cas stopped and found a patch of thick grass. Easing himself down on the ground, he sat there. He closed his eyes.

Hours later, his eyes were graced with darkness still. Some thoughts spoke louder in darkness. And silence.

Cas was not Dean's. He was first and foremost his own. He loved Dean. As much as he could, but that love would not fill him up, just expand him. And how could he expand emptiness into something substantial?

Regret filled him as thoughts about Sam came to him. He'd just left without explaining himself. He'd be worried. And hurting over Rowena. Cas' sighs left his mouth in puffs of mist. Slowly, steadily.

It seemed his whole life had been an act of balancing impossibilities on top of each other.

Jack. It was hard to bring those thoughts to the forefront of his mind. He was a being of intentions, still, even with his grace waning and powers fading. The grief and regret he felt threatened to consume him. Not once, but twice had Jack been taken from them, from him. It was painful losing a son and losing a son twice. That was a sorrow he'd carry for eternity.

Cas got up from the ground. The cold had settled in his limbs, turning them slow but he allowed anger to flare through his body, enough to chase away the worst of it.

God was a monster.

God was his Father.

God was dead. He just didn't know it yet.

Looking ahead, the road was empty and deserted. Looking back, the road seemed empty and deserted. Looking inside, his heart was empty and deserted.

Cas glanced up at the multitude of stars again. They dotted the night sky, belying the fact that the distance from one star to the next was vast, almost incomprehensible to a human intellect. Yet, they shined surrounded by darkness, spreading light.

Cas would take the emptiness of his heart and fill it with light of his own making. In time.

Exhaling slowly, he made a decision.

As he walked his path, a flickering of a call came to him. A pure intention. A prayer. He knew that vibration of energy, that flickering of thought. He had put it back together after all.

Cas kept on walking. https://archiveofourown.org/works/20927594/chapters/50480738 if you wanna leave a comment, kudos or just say hi @winchester-reload

[fandommagpie]

Decided to give Suptober a try in my rough sketchy doodly kind of style.

So here’s Day 1: Autumn

[winchester-reload]

You know why I love #suptober? Because it’s 31 days of grueling art vomit and I don’t have enough time to double think my pose, joke, or concept. Most of what I end up posting are things I would have backed out of if it were any other time of the year. And most of them I love in retrospect (maybe not at the time though).

That’s why you should do suptober too. Art, writing, edits--whatever it is you do to create. Join in this 31 day hell with me and see what horribly wonderful things you can create if you can just get past your own inhibitions. 

The full prompt post drops Sept 28th.

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[julesthequirky]

Masterlist

Please assume that all works on this blog are aimed at those 18 and over. For those under, please do not engage.

Supernatural

Jensen: Includes all Jensen fics and any character he has played.

Jared: Includes all Jared fics and any character he has played.

Misha: Includes all Misha fics and any character he has played.

Chuck/God

Creedence Creek Trilogy

The Boys

The Vampire Diaries

Threesomes and Moresomes

Bingoes

SPN Kink Bingo 2019

Heaven and Hell Bingo 2019

Suptober 2019 (It is not a bingo, but it's going here, anyway)

Jules' Fic Recs

[unholy-boi]

playing catchup, here’s day 7 of suptober + goretober (battered and bound + something behind u) with trueform gadreel and metatron

@vomltbreath @winchester-reload

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Suptober 2023 Day 9: Starlight

Suptober 2023 Day 9: Starlight https://ift.tt/OWSa81y by Destielevator When Dean wants to meet Starlight at a fan convention, Castiel becomes SUPEr jealous. Words: 1624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), The Boys (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Starlight | Annie January Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Suptober 2023 (Supernatural), One Shot, Castiel/Dean Winchester One Shot, Jealous Castiel (Supernatural), Crossover, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000, Wordcount: Over 1.000, Dean Winchester is a Fanboy via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/CgIebAp October 09, 2023 at 09:33AM

[theheartchoice]

Dean: Woah, woah, back up— you did what?

Cas: I.. married the Djinn queen.

Dean: ...

Cas: Or, rather, I was married to her. I was more an offering that she accepted. Although, I didn't actually know I was being offered up.

Dean: And did you consummate this surprise matrimony?

Cas: We partook in refreshments.

Dean: Oh, you imbibed alcohol?

Cas: I still wasn't awar— she was a very gracious host, Dean. It would have been rude to refuse.

Dean: Riiight..

Cas: As it turns out, the sharing of that particular drink was traditional for a wedding ceremony.

Dean: ...

Cas: ..Dean?

Dean: SAMMY!— We needa find out how to divorce Cas from an ancient monster homewrecker!

[fandom-ed]

John Winchester’s Journal.

for Suptomber 2019, Day 4 ; “Books”

i finished this at 1 am last night and tried to upload but tumblr kept crashing. so i gave up at 2 am. SO here’s day 4 prompt a day late.

@winchester-reload