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szlez · 10 months

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Hello Dean Dean & Cas, post canon

#destiel #nov 5th #spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel fanart #my art #dean winchester #spn fanart #supernatural fanart #fix it of sorts #castiel #casdean

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valeron99 · 10 months

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Tit for tat.

Rising for rising.

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gaytedlasso · 1 year

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A portal from the Empty opens up, as Dean emerges with Cas half-conscious and leaning on his shoulder. Unable to bear another step, Cas crumbles to the floor, bringing Dean down on top of him. The portal closes with a crash, and a silence settles in the room.

Cas' chest heaves below him, but Dean can't even take a breath. Cas. Cas is- he's here. He may be covered in Empty goo but he's here. Cas is home. His eyes flutter open and Dean slowly pulls them both up to a sitting position. Cas looks up in exhausted disbelief. Dean's gonna say it. He has to say it. He has to say the words that have been inflating in his ribs and threatening to burst.

"You stupid son of a bitch. Of course I love you." And before he can lose his nerve, Dean grabs Cas by the face and kisses him so hard he's sure that he'll taste blood any second.

Dean pulls away from Cas and finally takes the breath he's been struggling to inhale this whole time - instantly leaving his lungs the moment he opens his eyes to see Cas' face.

Cas looks stunned, maybe horrified. His face goes through the entire spectrum of emotions so quickly that it makes it all indecipherable. Tears in his eyes are so close to falling Dean isn't sure how they're still holding on. His mouth hangs open but not a single word comes out. Oh no. He doesn't want this. He regrets it. He sh--

Any thoughts of doubt were squashed immediately as Cas grips Dean by the shoulders and kisses him like his life depends on it.

It may be their second kiss, but it feels like their first. It's warm and soft and tender. Dean simulationeously relaxes and feels every inch of his body light up as Cas moves his hand to rest in his hair, empty goo be damned.

If he's honest, it feels like love.

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Finale, what finale?

I only know the post Empty rescue makeout scene

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hells-plaid-angel · 3 months

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Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.

As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.

Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.

Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.

Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.

The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?

Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.

In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.

Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.

Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.

"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.

"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.

"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."

"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.

"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."

People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.

"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.

"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.

"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."

"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.

"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.

"You haven't been very quiet."

Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?

"This isn't changing the subject."

"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.

He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.

"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.

"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"

They were fighting. Why were they fighting?

"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."

"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.

They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.

"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.

"Then help me understand."

"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.

"The problem is you keep dying."

He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.

Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.

"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.

How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.

"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.

Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.

There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.

He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.

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destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart · 3 months

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clicked on the article ONLY to see if they included spn

glad they did

i dont really agree with the Lisa and Ben part but everything else is damn right

burns me up

#dean deserved better #he wanted a normal life and you cant convince me otherwise #he wanted to be with cas and be like the new bobby #he filled out a job application for fucksake #jackles please fix this #season 16 #he did not deserve erasure of 15 years of character development #fuck 15x20 #finale what finale #jensen ackles #destiel #dean winchester #deancas #castiel #supernatural #spn

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dykeydean · 3 months

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should've been me x season 4 castiel + dean + anna

when i saw the girl looked just like me, and it broke my heart the lengths you went to hold me

#reupload of my first amv because i kept looking at it and needing to fix it #so here it is. slightly altered/fixed #mitskinatural #should've been me mitski #destiel #deancas #deananna #dean #castiel #anna #amv #spn amv #fan vid #supernatural #my edits #my amvs #my stuff #ezra posts

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littlebluejaydraws · 11 months

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Dean squints at him for a moment-- skinny and pale, jeans trying to slide off bony hips and almost drowning in a faded t-shirt-- and tries to work out something he's been wondering for a while now. Map of the World, Chapter 4

ID: Two digital drawings. The first shows Cas front on. He is standing and holding a bottle in his left hand. He is wearing baggy pants and a too large Devilskin shirt. The second image shows Cas and Dean facing each other. They are shown as silhouettes and in profile, with Dean sitting on a picnic bench and Cas standing. There are speech bubbles showing a conversation between them: D- "I know you're not taller than me," C- "?" D- "But sometimes you are anyway. How do you do that?" C- "Perhaps this is stronger than I thought." In both drawings, it is night and there are stars visible. End ID.

#castiel #cas #dean winchester #dta #down to agincourt #supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #for some reason i really dont like posting things in my drafts when I am not making new art #but since dta book club has started im gonna post the dta things i have done #and then hopefully i will get my tablet fixed/ get a new one before too long (touch wood)

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morallygreyintrovert · 3 days

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writing my spn Destiel fix-it fanfic, I constantly have multiple tabs open for random research purposes, one of them being ‘’description of a rotten corpse”.

The life of a fanfic writer be like✨so glamorous ✨

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sosaysdean · 2 years

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parallels

#it’s ‘are you giving me the last night on earth speech’ not ‘your’ but I digress #it cannot be fixed #anyway #spn #supernatural #spn edit #spnedit #spnvideo #spn video #destiel #deancas #sosaysdean.edits

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sheepstiel · 1 year

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post rescue kissy time

(click for better quality, full version here)

#sorry guys until the community labels are fixed i'll have to go with the cropped version #deancas #deancas art #destiel #destiel fanart #cw nudity #sheep draws

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szlez · 3 months

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New Beginnings

Prompt used: Starting anew (obviously ;)

As for a challenge to finish something I couldn't make before the end of the year. If you treat this piece as a continuation of that one then I guess the challenge can be considered completed (sort of).

For this thing.

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valeron99 · 11 months

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Once upon in Heaven.

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sluttyrippedjeans · 5 months

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Yeah the “maybe in another world, another life, we’re meant to be” tropes are great. They are sad and perfect and everything we want. But when this was the ONLY life in which it would work, the ONLY world that the angel rebelled against God, went against orders. And they STILL couldn’t have a happy ending. That isn’t just a sad storyline, that’s bad writing.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #dean posting #deancas #dean x castiel #I’m so tired of this ending #if there’s even a chance at season 16 #they’re gonna have to do a LOT to fix that ending #and with spns past idk man #idk if they’re gonna pull it off #jensen just release the tapes and shut off your phone #for the sake of all of us

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cockworkangels · 1 year

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I don't believe in destiny Or the guiding hand of fate I don't believe in forever Or love as a mystical state

I don't believe in the stars or the planets Or angels watching from above But I believe there's a ghost of a chance We can find someone to love And make it last

-> Ghost of a Chance - Rush

happy two year wedding anniversary to destiel and those who celebrate <3

(click for quality!!!! and see lineart under the cut :3 )

#it's two year anniversary of the internet mass hallucination of the destiel wedding i'm going to put a lot of sappy lyrics in this :)#also somethings wrong with dean's face and i've been trying to fix it for a month so this is how it's going to be i guess #destiel wedding anniversary #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #spn fanart #supernatural fanart #destiel fanart #my art #digital art #destiversary #destiversary s16

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destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart · 3 months

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“Dean’s eyes were still squeezed shut, but he was acutely aware of three things: one, his knees really fuckin hurt from that landing, two, the familiar smell of the bunker was filling his nostrils meaning their insane plan had actually worked, and three, Cas was back.”

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i woke up out of a dream and that sentence was in my brain…

i am now writing a fix-it that starts with it…

i have no clue when or even if it will ever be finished because i haven’t written a fic in over 10 years…

ill keep you posted

#fix it fic #15x20 never happened #fuck the finale #destiel #dean winchester #deancas #castiel #supernatural #spn #jensen ackles #cockles #jenmish #misha collins

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unanimous-anonymous · 1 year

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A digital piece from 2021 done for a DCBB season 15 fix it fic. This is Cas pulling Dean’s ass off that damn rebar 🥲🥲🥲🥲 Lots I would change about this now, but I still love the highlight of Cas’ face.

Wish I had more patience for digital works — my setup sucks 😂

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #jensen ackles #destiel is canon #fanfic #spn final season #misha collins #spn spoilers #spn season 15 #spnfandom #artists on tumblr #spn 15x20 #15x18 #digital art #fix it fic #canon divergence

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