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tsukiyo-7 · 5 months
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I go off like a gun,
Like a loaded weapon,
Bang, bang, bang,
Grip me in your hands...
So here we go again,
It echoes in my head,
Bang, bang, bang,
Grip me in your hands...
So I can feel you here with me...
Soaked in sin,
Baptized by your kiss and now I'm born again.
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youchangedmedestiel · 2 months
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So apparently it has been a year since I started this blog/joined Tumblr, according to Tumblr itself.
And today I got inspired so I draw. I hope you'll like what I did. I'm very shy about this, I considered giving up multiple times because it wasn't perfect. And there is a lot of amazing art out there. Plus, it has been more than a year since I draw something and even before that it was years ago, anyway I'm out of practice so I'm not so confident about my drawing skills anymore.
I never know when I should stop adding or deleting a pencil stroke. But whatever, even if it's not great I have nothing to lose, and this goes for everybody (maybe I'll inspire someone else to get back to drawing or even start doing so for the first time).
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It's a pic from my phone so the quality is what it is, sorry. I also didn't have a pencil sharpener with me.
Anyway, here's my little sketch book that I should fill and the pic that inspired me:
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malevolent-muse · 13 days
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quinneleanor · 11 months
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I've always been fascinated with Dean's general blind spot towards Sam, especially in regards to that whole dark 'Boy King arch' we were denied due to the 2007 writer's strike.
It's like when Sam was possessed by Meg in season 2 (Born Under a Bad Sign) and Dean was like, "DESTROY THE EVIDENCE. BURN IT! BURN IT NOW." Like, what the hell, dude? You're just gonna let Sam get away with it? And when Dean's like "I'd rather die" than stop Sam from hurting not only other people, but himself, well…that just about sums up Dean's mentality.
I can just imagine Dean turning a blind eye to everything. The demon they're hunting is yeeted across the room and obliterated, well, that's divine intervention. A bartender flirts too heavily with Dean and ends up going home early with "strange stomach pains." Oh, well. At least Sam is paying attention to him and not the game blasting on the TV overhead. Sam comes back to the motel late one night, teeth stained red and Dean is all like, "Sammy must've gotten a slushie from the 7/11 on the corner."
Come on, Dean would be the king of denial.
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wigglebox · 2 years
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Suptober - Day 1;
Maze/Maize
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“No,” Castiel disagreed coming around the table leashing his hand around Dean’s wrist and practically dragging him to Dean’s bedroom. He shut the door and turned to face a stunned-into-silence-Dean. “No, Dean,” he moved into his personal space and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You…” he kissed the cut on Dean’s lip and a flutter of grace warmed Dean’s lip, healing the injury.
Dean swallowed at the innocent kiss and heal, eyes remained on his best friend.
“..did not deserve it,” the Angel kissed the cut next to Dean’s left eyebrow, warmth flooding and soothing the now once split skin. “You did what you…,” Castiel proceeded to kiss Dean’s left bruised cheek applying soothing warmth into his Hunter’s skin and muscle healing the injury he made on contact, all the while continuing to unbutton Dean’s shirt. “…thought was right at the time, Dean,” he removed the ice pack from Dean’s hand, threw it behind him blindly, and placed another healing kiss on the bruise at the left corner of his lip.
Dean nearly came out of his daze until he felt Castiel’s barely-there-kiss upon his lips and the warmth lingered, tingling on his skin, as emotions overwhelmed the righteous man.
“You acted with the knowledge available,” he kissed the bruised jaw, washing away with healing grace from his warm lips. The Angel pushed the open shirt off his shoulders and pulled Dean’s undershirt above his head.
The hunter easily allowed the removal, remaining in silence, heart racing and hoping for another kiss, healing or not.
Castiel’s piercing blue eyes skimmed Dean’s bare, bruised chest. His brow furrowed at the damage he caused. “Dean,” he whispered, leaned forwar, and placed another healing kiss on this beautiful soul’s collarbone, lingering a moment longer than before. He looked up through his own dark eyelashes at Dean’s brilliant, green eyes brimming with tears that watched his every movement. “Being wrong does not mean punishment, Beloved,” Castiel placed another warm and healing kiss next to his right nipple, lingering again. His grace lingered a moment more as well before he moved to lay a kiss upon a dark, large bruise on his right lower abdomen.
He straightened back out facing the man before him and continued, “It means, my love, learning to do better next time.” He took Dean’s jaw in both his hands, closed his eyes, and placed a gentle kiss upon Dean’s lips.
Dean forgot how to breathe. He felt sweat forming on his scalp, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood roared on his ears, and Castiel’s lips against his. Tears flowed without permission down his cheeks. His body finally at his command: he grabbed the Angel’s shoulders and brought him closer, touched chest to knees, and he tilted his head changing the chaste kiss into a heartfelt one.
[I blame @tedrakitty for the inspiration and their inspirational muse catnip. It works too well. You know I really love you.]
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mean-vampyre · 7 days
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Dean taking baby Jack to the meadow with him to visit Cas. Dean telling him about his dad in hushed tones where his voice breaks. Dean coming back week after week as Jack gets big enough to pick his head up and look around with bright, curious, achingly familiar eyes. Dean bringing a blanket eventually for Jack to sit and crawl around on as he gets bigger. Dean catching himself laughing at the way Jack will tilt his head and stare at something he finds perplexing, like the bumble bee that just dove face first into a flower. Dean talking about Jack to Cas as though he's there with them.
Dean packing up early on the one year anniversary because Jack is fussy today. Dean praying to Cas as he tries to soothe an increasingly screaming baby, begging him to come back because "I can't do this without you, man. He needs you. I need you." Dean nearly jumping out of his skin when Jack's eyes start glowing and his cries reach a painful volume, laced with grace. Dean making it to the Impala only to fall, unconscious, in the back seat, Jack cradled against his chest, his ears bleeding.
Dean waking up to a familiar blurry shape standing over him, head tilted in question and brows furrowed with concern. Dean sitting up so fast he gets dizzy, and feeling the grip of those hands steadying him, finally finally finally finally. Dean blinking up at that blur until it resolves into dark hair, blue eyes, tan coat....Cas. Dean saying his name in a broken whisper, unable to believe what he's seeing.
Jack peaking out shyly from under Dean's arm, dragging Cas's eyes away from Dean's with great difficulty.
Cas asking, his voice strained, is that...?
Dean smiling, blinking back tears, as he moves Jack to face Cas and tells him yeah...this here is Jack. Jack...this is Castiel. He's your...your other dad.
Dean and Cas's eyes catching and holding as they stare at each other, the implications unfolding between them, neither one willing to speak and dispel this moment of possibility, when they can see a future where they're happy, and together, and raising this child.
Cas finally breaks it when he moves forward. Draws Dean out of the car with Jack in tow. Stands there, only a breath between them. And asks a question with his eyes.
Dean's nod is barely perceptible, but it's more than enough. Between one moment and the next Cas is closing that gap between them, his arms around Dean and his lips pressed to Dean's and Jack cradled between them, looking from one to the other with a wide-eyed, toothless baby smile. And they stay like that for a long time, just reveling in this miracle, this perfectly answered prayer.
Until Jack finally gets fussy again and they have to break apart to go feed and change him. But it's different, now. It feels different. Like the distance between them is temporary, and full of promise.
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runraerun · 5 months
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So I decided to continue writing my Amish!Cas fic & I just posted chapter 2! I’m very proud of it. ☺️ Please enjoy if you think it’s something you would vibe with!❤️
Salt of the Earth by runraerun
Summary:
In his Amish family, Castiel is often cautioned to be wary of being a weed sown amongst the good seed by the Enemy. And so Castiel carefully tends to the garden plot of his Soul, that he may bear fruit as the good seed sown in good soil. But sometimes, he feels like he is the one being choked by weeds. When Dean appears in his life, Castiel is unsure if the man is the Sower or the Reaper, with whom he will bear fruit a hundredfold, or be cast into the fire.
Or, a Good Samaritan helps Castiel when he’s stranded on the side of the road, and a profound bond quickly grows.
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bcrntortured · 11 months
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"Alright, cut the crap," dean had grabbed the other by the arm and pulled them into the hall outside the morgue. "I know you're not a FBI agent, asking questions like that." His voice drops above a whisper, a tone there that barely gave away how pissed he was for another hunter to step in on his case. "You're a hunter, aren't you?"
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junawashere-art · 2 years
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day 17 - muse
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mintconditiondean · 8 months
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I rewrote the ending montage of 15x20 so that everything is almost the same but also, I think, a lot better -
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DEAN: Enters Heaven. Finds Bobby outside of the Roadhouse. Has their conversation. Bobby points him towards the Impala, which is waiting for him on the road. Dean stands.
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SAM: We see Sam standing next to a burning pyre; the wrapped body burning on it can only be Dean. As he stands in shocked silence, the first notes of "Carry On My Wayward Son" start to play. The song continues, a montage, as we watch what happens next.
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SAM: Grieving Dean. He looks around the bunker. It's empty; no Cas, no Jack, and now no Dean. Sam decides that he refuses to isolate himself anymore. He packs his things and leaves. He gives the bunker one final look before closing the door. The bunker lights goes dark behind him. He'll pass the key on to someone else.
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DEAN: He walks away from Bobby and the Roadhouse towards the Impala. Runs his hand over the black finish as he walks slowly to the driver's door. He opens it and gets in. He's in Heaven now, and he's supposed to rest; but he didn't want to die, and he's not ready to stop living- changing- growing. He starts the car and drives. He has a lot to think about.
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SAM: He knocks on a house's front door. He looks nervous; he's holding all of his personal effects in the bag on his shoulder. Everything he wanted to keep of Dean's, Cas's and Jack's is in the trunk of the Impala. When the door opens, Eileen is on the other side. They look at each other, both silent. Their expressions are of unbearable sadness and infathomable hope. After a moment, they embrace. Both are crying.
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DEAN: He's been driving for a long time. He doesn't know if it's been moments or years. The scenery shifts from mountains, to boundless fields of yellow grass, to dense and lively forest, to a desert, to an ocean cliffside. He's been thinking; thinking about what he wants. What he thinks he deserves.
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SAM: We see Sam and Eileen host a dinner party with Donna, Jody and the girls. We see Garth visiting with Bess and their kids. Sam and Eileen look happy. There are photos of everyone they've ever loved hanging on the walls throughout their home.
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DEAN: The Impala rumbles to a stop on a bridge overpassing a mountain stream. Dean gets out of the car and walks to the rail to gaze out over the flowing water. He hopes that Sam is doing well without him, but Sam's happiness isn't Dean's priority anymore. Dean wants his own happiness. He's had time to think, and he's ready to go find something of his own, something he wants for himself. He can't be alive anymore, but that doesn't have to mean his journey is over. Thing is, he doesn't want to travel it alone.
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SAM: Sam and Eileen have a baby. We watch as they raise it. The baby grows from an infant to a young boy. Sam smiles with fondness and sadness at a framed photo of himself, Dean, and Bobby sitting on the hood of the Impala while he carries his son to his bedroom. When Sam tucks the little boy into bed, we see that the child's personalized headboard reads "DEAN". We can assume that Sam is going to live a long, happy life.
[The last notes of "Carry On" plays as the camera rises, panning up and away from Sam and Dean Jr., before returning to Heaven; to Dean. There is no music anymore, just the ambient sounds of the rushing stream and the forest.]
DEAN: The camera is on Dean in profile. He's still looking out over the water, arms braced against the railing. He looks content, and a little determined, but not fulfilled. It's not over, yet.
Suddenly, though we hear nothing, Dean seems to sense a new presence behind him. He straightens, and a knowing expression crosses his face. The camera pans to follow Dean as he turns around. There, in the middle of the bridge, standing next to the Impala, is Castiel.
Castiel gazes at Dean with a warm, soft smile, and even softer eyes. He's been waiting a long time to see Dean Winchester again, but the wait was worth every single moment. Dean is every bit as beautiful as Castiel remembers.
CAS: "Hello, Dean."
The camera is back on Dean, showing his head and shoulders with face centered in shot. He stares past the camera at Cas for a moment, eyes filling with wonder, before a broad smile breaks across his face. He looks to be overflowing with love. This might be the happiest we have ever seen him.
[Fade to black. Credits.]
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notwithd · 2 years
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Suptober22 Day 17: Muse
Draw me like one of your french girls
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malevolent-muse · 6 days
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cas-coding · 1 year
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the idea of dean discovering and becoming okay with more traditionally feminine parts of himself through jack is lovely. like cas and jack have no concept of gender norms and dean is this hypermasculine guy whos clearly really afraid to not be masculine
jack wants to paint his nails and dean is like no!! you are a boy!! but really hes just scared someone will (physically or emotionally) hurt jack and hes projecting that. cas will get jack nail polish because theres no harm in that. dean will realize woah nothing bad happened and jack is happy. thats great!
jack really likes necklaces and he wants one. dean gets him a shark tooth necklace and jack likes it alright (because its a gift from dad!! which means its cool!!) but the next time he and dean are out shopping he begs dean for a silver one with a little heart on it. dean almost says no but he caves, and jack is so so happy and dean knows that jack is safe and there’s no harm that will come to him from wearing a “girly” necklace.
“cas, am i a bad dad?” dean asks one night, jack already tucked into bed, “i feel like i’ve done something wrong. i know he’s safe and he’s fine and he’ll be alright but there’s something inside me that’s so against letting him try out things. like, girly stuff, even though he’s god or whatever and can’t really get hurt. there’s a part of me that doesn’t like it and it’s not fair to him because he’s so happy with that girly stuff.”
cas sighs and puts a hand on dean’s shoulder. “you’re not a bad dad, dean, but stuff doesn’t have a gender. it’s just stuff. you think it does because of how you were raised, and that’s fair, but it’s different now. jack is safe and he can do whatever makes him happy with us, okay?”
“i know he’s happy, so why am i so against it? why am i so scared of what will happen to him if he wears nail polish or certain necklaces? he’s safe with us and i know that but i’m still terrified, cas, i’m terrified,” dean says, and he is terrified.
he’s terrified someone will make jack think it’s not okay to do what makes him happy because that was what people did to dean when he was younger. that was why dean was like this, and that’s why dean is making jack feel like he’s not allowed to be happy with this stuff.
dean exhales and looks at cas, understanding. “jack isn’t the problem, i am. because stuff doesn’t have a gender. it’s just stuff, and i didn’t realize it sooner because i’m scared of what it means for me if stuff is just stuff. did you know that when i was younger, purple was my favorite color? because it was my mom’s favorite color? and then she died and it was even more my favorite color until i went to school in some shitty town and got bullied for it. and jack is safe with us and that won’t happen to him. but it happened to me. and if that hadnt happened to me, who would i be? what would be different about me?”
cas just smiles, leaning his head against dean. “i know i’d still love you.”
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lunarwildrose · 5 months
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I got Sam Winchester on "What Supernatural character loves you?" https://quotev.com/quiz/11133213/t/q329648
mah wuv :3 ♡
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