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nickelkeep · 3 months

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DCAB Art Post - 1,2,3 Let's Jam

Hey! So I got to participate twice in this round of the DCAB. I had already agreed to beta @bleuzombie's amazing fic 1,2,3, Let's Jam, an amazing story based on the world of Cowboy Bebop, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I ended up doing a piece of art for it as well! It also means I got to work alongside the amazing @sketcheun, and like, holy shit, if that isn't intimidating. But truly, this was a great team to work with, and you really need to go drop everything and read 1,2,3, Let's Jam!

#dean cas anime bang #dcab #destiel #nickel arts #bang art post

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golby-moon · 29 days

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I have zero self-control when it comes to creature!cas in any form so I saw a selkie!cas option for the @deancaspinefest and all other thoughts ceased to exist uh

I tried a mix of two styles for this fic's art by combining my usual thick black outlines with the crayon pen on Flipaclip to create layered colors, as per my author's request. this let me do almost like a children's story book vibe here but I think that's just the name of the pen talking. either way look seal Cas hdhfndi (and my attempt at drawing a boat but ignore that as well as the weirdly tiny credits)

here's Dean rescuing Cas who looks like he just woke up from a nap or something there. Dean's expression looked better before I erased half of it to make room for Cas' head and I'm now unsure what face Dean's really supposed to be making beyond exertion meets determination. I originally had a lighter blue sky here (as well as in the banner) but the author assures me the sky in Scotland only comes in grey, which has the added bonus of making this whole atmosphere a little more tense

it took me forever to get a decent angle for this one it was just weirdly impossible for no reason and I only got this after trashing six other partially complete sketches and it still looks kinda weird but it was unexpectedly impossible trying to get a view where you can see Dean and Cas. also just now realizing that the pipe on the showerhead leads nowhere oops

*obligatory image of Dean falling in the water while marine flavored creature!cas saves him (or, well, looks at him ig)*

still very bad at drawing water but an attempt was made though Dean's pose could be better and Cas looks too small to really be able to swim Dean back to shore. let's just ignore...all of that uh. I intentionally made Dean's outfit here symbolic and all that. in the other pics, he's wearing reds and greys but now he's wearing a tan not unlike Cas' trench coat (albeit darker) and his flannel is a mixture of blue and green, representing both the ocean and ofc him and Cas (desitle colors gjkdhdgf) because I'm weak and Dean was pining for so long that he subconsciously starting wearing Cas Colors ,_,

so yay style experimentation and double yay for Dean and Cas being dumb again 🎉

the fic this is made for is called "all out to sea" by @s7jacket for the deancas pinefest bang

(04/10/24)

#my art #supernatural #spn #spn fanart #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #my bang legacy #deancas pinefest #creature cas #selkie cas #fic art #art made for other people #animal spn #animal cas #seal cas

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valleydean · 8 months

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The Beginning

Story by: valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) Art by: sidewinder @hawkland

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~118k

Tags/archive warnings: endverse, zombie apocalypse, graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, drug use, animal death, Dean POV, Cas POV, Castiel's loss of angelic grace, newly human Castiel, jealous Dean, fear of abandonment, angst, rough sex, body horror, internalized homophobia, denial, minor Cas/OC, drugs as a coping mechanism, sex as a coping mechanism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, slow build, codependency

Summary: One year ago, soon after Lucifer was freed from the Cage, Dean and Sam parted ways. Since then, Dean has been hunting on his own and, along with Cas despite his declining grace, searching for a way to prevent the apocalypse. When the outbreak of the Croatoan virus begins, Dean and Cas head to Bobby’s to plan their next move. On the way, as the contagion rapidly spreads through America, they must contend with the rabid infected, martial law, and humans who will do anything to ensure their own survival.

Preview:

Cas stepped to the other side of the door and turned around to face Dean. Dean stopped walking, looking forward at Cas and waiting for him to say anything at all.

When he did, it was, “In there.”

Dean pulled his brows together, his eyes flashing to the dark window panel in the door. The directional light of his flashlight bounced off of it, obscuring whatever was inside. The glass was a deeply black mirror.

His gut clenched, feeling like someone had shoved their hand into his intestines and was trying to rip them out. He slowly brought his face closer to the window. His transparent reflection stared back pensively. He looked beyond it, squinting and refocusing his eyes.

There were bodies in there—maybe three of four. He couldn’t really tell. Some of them were in pieces. Pools of blood soaked them, glinting like a knife in the moonlight that fought its way through the dirty windows.

Dean opened his mouth, about to ask what the hell happened.

Something slammed against the other side of the glass. A bloody hand. Dean jumped back, his shout echoing down the hall. It shattered the bubble of silence—so, too, did the banging on the glass as the man inside tried to beat his way out of the room. His dripping red fists pounded incessantly, leaving smears on the window. He was giving off animalistic grunts and hisses.

“What the…” Dean said, his heart still in his throat. He looked at Cas, demanding an answer. Part of him wanted to blame Cas, to ask him why the hell he slaughtered people and left them in a room. But maybe they weren’t people. Then, what? Demons? Monsters?

Something didn’t add up.

The man kept doing everything he could to bust through the glass. Dean noticed the paring knife clutched in his fist.

Cas didn’t kill those people.

“I led them here and locked them inside,” Cas said, as if he’d read Dean’s mind. “They killed each other.”

The lines of Dean’s forehead bunched up when he lifted his brows in surprise. There was something he was missing. It felt like a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue. A distorted memory from a faded dream.

“You’ve seen this before,” Cas supplied. “The Croatoan virus.”

The words hit Dean like a truck. Blanching, he said, “Croatoan? You mean, the thing that turns everybody into Jack Torrance?”

“No, the demon virus that triggers murderous actions in anyone who contracts it,” Cas corrected, and Dean was still too busy freaking out to tell Cas they pretty much said the same thing. Pressing his lips together, Cas turned his gaze on the door, and there was a subdued kind of despondency in them, like he was trying to control how much emotion he showed on his face. “It’s one of the signs of the apocalypse. This is Lucifer’s doing. He unleashed the Horseman Pestilence.”

“Pestilence,” Dean echoed, the word taking a long time to process. He remembered, thirteen months ago, when he and Sam cut the ring off War’s fingers. That had been the day he and Sam parted ways. Dean hadn’t seen his brother since. He’d only talked to him once on the phone, when Sam called him a few weeks later to tell Dean that Lucifer wanted him as his meatsuit.

Dean rattled his head, trying to shake loose any thoughts of Sam. He focused on Cas saying, “The entire town’s been infected.”

Dean remembered how quickly the virus spread—and how it spread. An infected person had to bleed into someone’s open wound. Once the blood mixed, that was it. Soon after, the victim would turn into a one-track-mind, bloodthirsty monster.

He glanced back at the doorway. The man was still standing behind the glass, looking at Dean like he was lunch, but at least he’d stopped pounding on the window.

“It isn’t the only one,” Cas continued. “There are pockets of the virus across America—possibly the world.”

How hadn’t Dean heard about this? His chest felt too small, like his ribcage was shrinking around his heart and lungs. “Where’d it start?”

“I don’t know.”

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest

#deancashorrorfest #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #endverse #siderwinder art #destiel fanart #deancas fanart #horror au #my writing #hawkland

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dcwildwestfest · 2 months

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Love is a Cowboy

By deancaskiss | @deancaskiss Art by thestarsmakemedream | @thestarsmakemedream-art

Coming to Ao3 on April 16th, 2024

Rated Teen | 8,200 words | No Archive Warnings Apply

Retirement. Something Dean never expected he’d get to have, especially with Cas by his side. But here they are, and Dean knows it’s finally time. After months of searching, when Cas finds them the perfect forever home to make their own, it feels too good to be true. But it’s real. And it’s all theirs to start something new together. What was once bags packed with weapons and salt becomes cowboy boots, baskets of homegrown herbs, and feed for the animals. But Cas knows there’s one part of the hunting business that Dean still needs. Saving things. And luckily Cas knows exactly how to make that happen to turn their ranch into a home to create their own found family.

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

“No,” Dean said, pushing the paper across the table with a frown. “We ruled that one out last week. You’re just getting desperate putting it back on the table.”

Cas dropped his head back, casting his eyes up towards the ceiling with a long sigh. “Dean. There isn’t anything else within a 50-mile radius that has enough rooms to fit everyone, and is the right distance between Sam and Eileen, and Jody, Donna, and the girls.”

Dean shoved his chair back, stalking across the kitchen and leaning against the sink with his back to his husband. “We discussed this, though. A million times, Cas. That house is too dark. It feels like this bunker all over again. And slap bang in the middle of a cookie-cutter neighborhood. That’s not us, man. We can’t do the whole ‘friendly with neighbors' crap. And if something ever does track us down, it just puts hundreds of people in danger.”

Taking a deep breath, Cas made his way over to Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist and dropping his chin onto Dean’s shoulder. “Then maybe we broaden our horizons. Look at something different?” he murmured against the back of Dean’s neck.

Dean tensed up for a second, before the frustration ebbed away and he turned in Cas’ embrace. Cas was the one to tip their foreheads together, and Dean let him, letting his eyes flutter closed as Cas’ hands slipped under the hem of his shirt to trace patterns along Dean’s lower spine.

“Like what, Cas? What could possibly ever feel like home after all the shit we’ve been through? Nothing on Earth feels safe enough and normalcy isn’t something we can just mold into.”

Cas’ hand stilled on Dean’s back for a moment, before he inched closer, pressing a ghost of a kiss to the corner of Dean’s lips. “Do you trust me?”

“C’mon that’s not fair, this doesn’t have anything to do with—”

But Cas shook his head, the movement separating their lips, leaving Dean with a sudden ache to feel Cas’ mouth against his own again.

“Answer the question, Dean. Do you trust me?”

And wasn’t that a loaded question? All the truth and lies over the years. The betrayals and the forgiveness. The loss and heartbreak, clashing with faith and love.

There was no one Dean trusted more.

“Of course I do.”

Cas smiled, rewarding Dean by bringing their lips together into a kiss. “I’ve got an idea.”

#dwwf #deancas wild west fest #supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #fic promo #dwwf 2024

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amaranthhiding · 1 month

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Indeana Jones and the Tear of Pele

My fic for the Dean/Cas Reverse Bang 2024 that I've been pouring my heart and soul into for the last few months.

Art by Aggiedoll

Castiel POV

"So…," Dean bridged the gap of their sudden silence. "What's on your bucket list?"

"What?" Castiel asked, wondering what would happen if he simply gave in to his fingers' itching desire to reach out and slide over Dean's arm. Now that he'd gotten another brief taste of it, the urge to feel, to sense, to touch was so much harder to rein in, lighting up the nerves in fingertips that were his alone again after all the time he'd spent locked into his own mind without any control over this body.

"Not in general," Dean clarified nothing whatsoever. "I sure hope you ain't gonna kick the bucket any time soon. Or, like, at all. I just mean while we're here."

Castiel had to admit that standing so close to Dean really impacted his ability to focus, celestial being or not. He could only make half a sense out of this string of words. If he didn't know any better, he'd think Dean was covering some kind of nervousness with the way he kept interrupting himself by adding more sentences. Only that there was no discernible thing for him to be nervous about. There was nothing but them and the open sea.

Dean POV

The frog chirped and hopped away with one long leap. Running on intuition more than any logical reasoning, Dean pushed aside the fern that the animal had disappeared behind, uncovering an opening in the ground. He pulled out his phone and activated the flashlight, shining down into what seemed to be a steep, narrow tunnel leading down into pitch black.

He hated narrow fucking tunnels. A small part of his brain still seemed to be functional enough to have his phone send Sam his coordinates with a brief 'Just in case'. Then he stowed the device back in his pocket and covered his face in his hands, dreading what came next.

Cas, he reminded himself. He was doing this to get Cas back.

Words: 32,679 Rating: Explicit Tags: Canon Universe, Post-Season 11, Beach Vacation, Fantasy Adventure, Humor, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fallen Angel Castiel, Castiel's True Form, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Dean in Denial, Dean Makes Up Excuses for Touch, Castiel Uses Sarcasm, Slow Burn, Castiel Goes Missing, Castiel and Dean Save Each Other

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Reblogs are much appreciated! <3

Taglist under the cut.

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mitskinaturalbang · 15 days

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Title: Gentle Wings for a Nervous Dog

Find artist here: @thestarsmakemedream-art

Find author here: @cowboylikecas

Song: Cop Car

Posting date: April 24th

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Any archive tags: None

Main Tags: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Season 15 Divorce Arc, But they are friends with benefits to make things even more complicated, Case Fic of Sorts, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Cain/Colette parallels but no one dies at the end I promise, John Winchester A+ Parenting, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Animal Metaphors

Summary:

Dean has been a mess since Cas left the bunker but he’s not ready to face him just yet. In an attempt to quiet his mind after a tough hunt, he decides to work on a salt-n-burn in what appears to be the western town of his dreams. Turns out running away from your problems will often bring you closer than ever to them.

Cas left the bunker two weeks ago and he’s been avoiding Dean ever since, but that doesn’t mean he can get him out of his mind. So when he hears about the ghost town in the news he can’t help but think about their time in Dodge City, just before everything went wrong. The last thing he expects is to find Dean there.

The town is not what it seems and it has lured them in, so they will have to work together to figure a way out (and try to figure themselves out in the process).

Note from the author:

Being part of this project has meant a lot to me. I have been reading destiel fics for quite a few years now, but I had never gathered the courage to publish my own work before. Mitski is one of my favorite artists, so when I first heard about the bang I realized I couldn’t miss the chance to participate in something so special.

The dog motif, which has become a recurrent theme in mitski’s music, always makes me think of Dean, so I figured the best company for a lonely dog would be a crow, as they are known to form lifelong bonds with humans despite being regarded as a bad omen in popular culture. Gemma’s beautiful art truly captures the way the dog and the crow echo in Cas and Dean’s relationship throughout the fic.

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Find artist here: https://www.tumblr.com/thestarsmakemedream-art

Find author here: https://www.tumblr.com/cowboylikesawyer https://twitter.com/evermorecas

#submission #mitskinatural #supernatural #mitskinaturalbang23

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ephemerastardust · 7 months

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[Monsterfluffer 2023] Bad Moon Rising

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❗ Please read the tags before scrolling down ❗

Tags: Bestiality, Dubious Consent, Alternative Universe - Supernatural Elements, Werewolf!Castiel, Hunter!Dean, Mating Cycle, Wolf/Human Sex, Rough Sex, Knotting, Happy Ending

My piece for Monsterfluffer this year! I am so lucky to be paired with @motherofdragonflies :D A spicy and fluff fic featured with a hunter and a wolf-werefolf!!

- Banner -

I had several sketches for the banner and all of them are Dean and wolf!Cas snuggling together haha Just cannot let go the idea of holding a big fluffy warm wolf :D My author chose this one and I love

- After -

hmmm 😏 You know what is under the censor mask :D

The wolf is sooo challenging (never really drew any animal before 😭) and it is even more challenging to make them *connected* :D but with some handwavy change of anatomy I kind of made it work.... 😏

(hide behind the keep reading line for possibly disturbing content)

- To my author and mods -

I want to say thank you to my author bexgowen! I loved the fic at first sight in the claim and I love it the whole time 😭 So perfectly spicy and sweet :D If it's your thing please go read it!!! And thank my author for the 😋 fic and always being so supportive when I was struggling with the art pieces 💕

And thank mods for organizing this bang which gave me a chance to challenge myself with something I love so much!

#monsterfluffer #destiel #deancas #casdean #destiel fanart #spn fanart #illustration #digital art #my art

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narutojuice · 20 days

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I participated in a fun little SPN fandom event, feel free to check it out below!

Collection: Destiel Shitpost Mini Bang 2024 Title: cat & mouse Author: qu33rbait (narutojuice on tumblr) Artist: WitchyWorm Rating: Mature Word count: 5,483 Summary: Not again! Dean, Castiel, Sam, and Jack are put in a wacky situation. Imagine that? Thrown into the 1940's American animated media classic created by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera, Dean is stuck struggling to save the day. He knows if he can just survive this bad-attitude cat, he can make it to the study, prop open a book with his miniature fingers, figure out the incantation, and be reunited with his family. On the other hand, Cas can't deal. He swears this mouse has to be scheming, it's like he knows something about what happened to the others. If Cas could just get his paws on that mouse… maybe… just maybe…. An ode to Tom and Jerry.

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#destiel #destiel fanfic #ao3 fanfic #destiel shitpost mini bang 2024 #supernatural #I don't know how to use tumblr properly and it shows

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punk-is-notdead · 14 hours

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @bayoubodycount, @eyesofatragedy67 and @queerwolfsstuff.

How many works do you have on A03? 115, but that will change soon

What's your total word count? 1,132,676 (how did that happen?)😲 this will also change soon

What fandoms do you write for? Amost exclusively Supernatural and Supernatural RPF, although I have written a fic for Cherry Magic, plus a crossover with Supernatural and What We Do In the Shadows

Top 5 fics by kudos: Long Friggin' Week (co-written with RidinCastielInTheImpala) 1,075 kudos; Closer (Fuck You Like an Animal (co-written with @anyreiart and @queerwolfsstuff) 891 kudos; Mistletoe Mishap (co-written with @anyreiart) 607 kudos; Stop and Smell the Roses 538 kudos; Friends With Benefits? Yeah, Right... 527 kudos

Do you respond to comments? I try, but I've gotten very behind with that lately. My next task is to do just that.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Angsty endings? I don't know them. 😁

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them, but in terms of happy ending compared to the level of angst in the story, I guess either Against the Light or Stop and Smell the Roses.

Do you get hate on fics? I've had the odd unhelpful comment, but I've only had hate once. The commenter didn't like what I'd written, but my dear friend @bayoubodycount quickly leaped to my defence.

Do you write smut? Yes, although lately my solo fics have been smut-free, but I can't really account for it. However, I've signed up for this year's reverse Bang Bang, so I will have to push myself to write smut.

Craziest crossover? What Destiel Does In the Shadows, which is a crossover @anyreiart and I wrote for @queerwolfsstuff's birthday a few years ago. Not just one pair of idiots in love, but two pairs of idiots in love. 😂

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, but it was so long ago, I can't remember what fic it was, or what language it was translated into.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ohhh, yes. About a third of my fics are co-written, and my biggest collaborator by far is the lovely @eyesofatragedy67, with 15 fics together and counting.

All-time favorite ship? Destiel... they're my OTP. I have other ships that I enjoy, and I'm happy to write Dean and Cas in poly relationships/situations, but destiel has a special place in my heart.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't have any WIPs... Not on AO3 anyway. On Google Docs though, that's a completely different matter.

What are your writing strengths? Um... dialogue?

What are your writing weaknesses? Description. I struggle with that, and when I read a beautiful piece of description, I wish I'd written it. Also, I'm guilty of endless micro-editing while writing, and despite knowing that I shouldn't do it, it's hard to stop.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? No, I wouldn't touch that unless I had help from a native speaker.

First fandom you ever wrote in? Supernatural.

Favorite fic you've written? Against the Light. I'm not ashamed to say that I go back and reread it every once in a while, and I think it's a fairly decent piece of writing.

I don't have anyone to tag, as they all tagged me first, or have already done this, but if anyone wants to participate please go ahead.

#tag game #fic writing

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 6 months

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Moment of true happiness: 6 Nov. Destiel Month

s9 au, human Cas, deancas ust

The apples piled in the big metal bowl made a fetching still life, their green and mottled red skins a mirror to the leaves on the maple trees Cas knew were lining the streets of Lebanon. He hated to peel away the vibrant, cheerful colors. The recipe didn't say anything about the skins being poisonous, or even annoying. He ignored the peeling edict.

He also discovered, quickly, that he didn't enjoy cubing anything. Who wanted to eat a mouthful of little cubes? Surely the apples would be soft by the time they were being consumed, but cubes still didn't seem appealing. He cut the apples through their cores and then made thin, or thinner, wedges of them. He liked the look of that.

He did remember to turn on the oven around the time he was slicing a lemon in half. The bunker oven tick-tick-ticked at him, like a scolding teacher. The lemon squirted juice onto his face, rudely, as he tried to douse the apple slices to keep them from turning a sad, bruised hue. He wiped off his cheek and tossed the slices with his hands, which is how he realized he had a papercut on one knuckle.

Cas hissed and went to rinse his stinging finger in the sink.

Next, sugar. The recipe called for white sugar. In the sugar canister, only a half a cup remained. He'd make up the rest with brown sugar. Or would he… The brown sugar he took from the large shelving unit near the door seemed to be a solid brick in a plastic bag. When he dropped it on the counter, it thumped strongly and a skillet hanging above the counter dove off the rack as if fleeing a bombing. Cas broke a large chunk of the brown sugar into the apple bowl and poked it repeatedly with a fork; the chunk somewhat came apart, looking a lot like a toppled sand castle.

The recipe said ginger, nutmeg, and allspice were essential ingredients. Cas found cinnamon and guessed a sprinkling or three would be acceptable. The recipe said to add a fourth of a teaspoon of salt. Cas threw in two pinches, which were probably close enough. He flopped in a little flour and then a little more for good measure; the bag said the flour had expired almost a year ago but he didn't smell anything strange or see any bugs. He stirred everything in the bowl with a large wooden spoon and ignored the trickle of sweat inching between his shoulder blades.

Taking one of the pre-made pie crusts out of its box and unfolding it into a glass pie plate was one of the most nerve wracking moments of Cas's long life. The softened crust drooped disconcertingly like the hide of an animal. He patted it down and shuddered. He scraped the apples into the crust, shook them into a single layer, and unfolded the second pie crust on top.

He would have to keep touching the unsettling dough if he wanted to, as the recipe recommended, "flute the edges prettily." He used a fork to smush the edges together and found the little lines the tines made pleasing.

Cas made three cuts in the top crust, right in the center like a star or – and he thought this was charming – a cross-section of an apple. He put the plate in the oven and set a timer for fifteen minutes, which was when a necklace of aluminum foil would need to be placed around the edge of the crust, ergo he had fifteen minutes to find the aluminum foil.

He let out a long, shaky breath of relief.

Ten minutes later, he was halfway to genuine grief: if there was aluminum foil in this cursed kitchen, he had yet to see it with his own eyes, and he'd rummaged through every bin, drawer, and shelf five times already. He was kneeling on the floor, scrabbling through a cabinet full of dubiously dinged-up Men of Letters era pots and pans and lab equipment, when Dean yelled, "Holy shit are you baking a pie?" and surprised Cas so badly Cas banged his head on the cabinet door.

"Fuck, sorry, man," Dean said at a normal volume as he dove down to join Cas on the floor. His palm was as cold as an ice cube as he placed it on Cas's forehead. His other hand gripped Cas at the shoulder and he was looking into Cas's face like he expected to find a gaping wound.

"I think I'm all right," Cas said, sitting back on his heels.

"Yeah, you're good; no bleeding." Dean gave him a sheepish grin and lowered his hands with what seemed like reluctance. "What're you looking for?"

Cas sighed. "Aluminum foil."

"Kevin or Sam might have the roll. They've been up to something they think can help us track Gadreel." Dean glanced up at the stove. "You're making pie though?" His eyes were amazingly green.

Cas ignored the clench of his heart and started to climb to his feet. Dean helped him up and stood very near, as though worried Cas's skull was more damaged than initially assumed.

"I saw a recipe and thought it sounded simple enough." Cas hoped his face didn't look as warm as it felt. "I wanted to contribute to the household."

Dean's smile was like a kid's, genuine and full of light. "You already have been, but don't let me stop you from expanding your roster." He seemed happy to keep looking at Cas. "Next time, I want in on the action."

"Help me find the aluminum foil and you can help this time." Cas took a chance at not breaking eye contact, even though he wasn't quite sure why saying something innocuous felt…coy.

"Sure," Dean said easily and took Cas's hand, like leaving the kitchen's safety required a buddy system.

Maybe lots of things did. Cas let himself be pulled along; by the time they located the roll of foil on a library table beside two rabbit skulls and a vial of crushed banshee teeth, he was gratified to note that Dean's hand was much warmer than it had been earlier.

The pie turned out to be edible. Kevin, Sam, and Cas each ate one piece, and Dean ate three. Cas wondered if Dean would taste of spice and apple and hoped nothing of the wondering showed on his expression.

(Later, he conceded it must have. But being softly kissed by Dean was well worth the failure.)

#destielmonth23 #destielmonth #deancas #destiel #spn #fic #snippetfic

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otter-spnfam · 1 year

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Your favorite supernatural quote part 1

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rauko-creates · 10 months

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LAST LINE TAG GAME

Thanks for the tag @all-or-nothing-baby!

Right, so...the last several fics I've worked on were for bangs (DeanCas Anime Bang, DeanCas Bang Taylor's Version, and the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang) and I don't think I can share much about them yet...but please accept the last line I wrote for the next chapter of Gripped Tight (my empty rescue fic):

Dean brushed a thumb over Cas’s cheek. “We’ve got a lot to talk about—and some we might even end up yelling about—so I’m gonna need you to wake the hell up and come home with me so we can do that, okay?”

Tagging (only if you want to):

@petrichoravellichor, @wanderingcas, @deaniewithalittleweanie, @sunshine-zenith, @kelsstiel, @raimykeller, @banshee1013, @lazarus-rose, @samrubygf, @nickelkeep, @mbqnoyolo, @deancodedcastielenby, @columbocas, @grim-work, @whitster-lizzy, @king4aday, @as-lost-as-sams-shoe, @golby-moon, @twinone1221, @soloarcana, @hectatess, @bleuzombie, @astralpenguin, @deanabean, @astermacguffin, and whoever else wants to play!

#tag game

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golby-moon · 4 months

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I am a very simple single brain celled-organism: I see pokemon, I click. this time for the @deancasanimebang whoo

due to having way more artists than authors, this bang had kind of a weird system where two artists were paired to each fic. for this one, @keikakudom did the banner and some bonus character designs (and also had the idea to do pixel art to reference the game which was definitely a fun change) and I did some silly art pieces for it

here's Dean and Cas meeting in the fic. I'm not too great at pixel art really since my style in general is pretty two dimensional and I don't do much as far as shading or color blending goes but idk I think it turned out okay. I especially like how Cas' Cubone turned out here since it actually kinda looks like a Cubone. Chansey too really though most of it is off-screen. tried to do a simple Pokemon Center-y background that keeps the colored line art thing I had going on originally before swapping it to black outlines (which is a lot more eye-catching)

I did another little piece for this fic with Dean and Cas walking out of Raphael's gym and off into a new life together (with Chansey and Cubone ofc). I kinda based the background off of Pokemon Platinum's Veilstone fighting type gym with the tires and punching bags and...boxing rings? idk fighting types man who knows

but yeah it was fun collaborating on this. never worked on a team before this bang so it was fun to try that out

the fic this is made for is called "Catch" by @nickelkeep for the deancas anime bang

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valleydean · 7 months

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Story by: valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) Art by: sidewinder @hawkland

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