#dreamydrabbles

[casdeans-pie]

Dean can’t remember when the dreams started, really. He thinks he’s been having them for a long time. But ever since he got Cas back from the Empty, they’ve been more frequent. And more vivid.

Intense.

Heat. Lips. Dark hair. Dark feathers…

Dean runs a hand over his face as his heartrate slows, expecting the dream to bleed and fade away. But if he closes his eyes, he can still almost feel the solid muscle and silky feathers of two huge wings beneath him.

‘I love you’, Cas said before he died again.

‘I love you too,’ Dean said when he brought him back. ‘You self-sacrificing sonofabitch.’

It’s the soundtrack to his dreams now: IloveyouIloveyou.

He knows they need to talk about it. He does.  

He’s getting kinda sick of starting the day with a cold shower.

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#137 words it was so hard to make it so small! #dreamydrabble #destiel #destiel drabble #deancas #dreamydrabbles #dreamydrabble day 1 #pie's projects #I'm a week late but better late than never right? right??? #destiel fanfiction #also I'm still very new to writing these characters and nervous about it so please be kind asdsfghjkl #I've always wanted to write a wingfic so these drabbles are all going to be linked by a wing theme ehehehe

[prosopopeya]

Drabble Day 4: Memories

Prompt from @deancaskiss 's drabble challenge.

Dean's a good bed sharer; he's used to staying crammed on his side. Cas is a rough sleeper, and sometimes Dean gets woken up with an elbow in his face. (Which is probably why they keep rotating out who gets stuck with Cas.) 

He wakes up when the bed shakes as Cas rolls around; a few seconds later, he rolls over again, the bed squeaking. Cas's breath hits him in the back of the neck when he sighs, loud and frustrated. 

"You got problems?" Dean asks. Behind him, he can hear Cas regret waking him up.

"Sorry." 

He glances over his shoulder to see Cas, framed in the moonlight sneaking in through the gap in the curtains. Insomnia's not new for Cas--well, not for human!Cas. He looks apologetic for it, dropping his eyes to the bed.

Dean shifts over, and Cas lifts his arm so he can rearrange the blankets, and then they're facing each other. Their body heat creates this warm space in the bed between them, but Dean's face is just outside of it, where the overly cool air of the motel's AC almost stings.

"It's my--my thoughts. I can't get them to stop." 

Dean knows what that's like. Knows there isn't much anyone can say. Still, he tries to think of something, until he lands on a memory and huffs. "Too bad I can't help you the way you helped me." 

And then Dean--3-AM-not-thinking-things-through!Dean--reaches out and lightly touches Cas's forehead, a parody of Cas touching him, of Cas helping him to sleep. Dean's fingers linger longer than is probably wise, until he pulls his hand away, something anticlimactic about it. 

"You help," Cas says, then turns his eyes, pale blue in the dim light, up to Dean's.

virginia is for lovers: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

#dreamydrabble #dreamydrabbles #profoundnet #deancasfic #destielfic #dean pov #supernatural #a more profound bond #my fic #still not a drabble but it IS. becoming a series.

[lifblogs]

Prompt: Summer @deancaskiss Okay, this is a little over 15o words, so maybe it still counts as a drabble? Maybe not? Couldn't cut it down. Here ya go!

“Cas, have you ever been to a beach?”

“Well, I saw them get created, so--”

Dean cut him off, even putting a hand over his mouth, that Cas playfully shoved away.

“Doesn’t count.”

The sun was shining, birds singing, all that good stuff. But what Dean really wanted today was the beach. He’d never been either. The soft sand, the lapping waves and cool water to wash away the summer heat… It seemed perfect.

“Come on, let’s go. We can pick up bathing suits--and don’t you dare get out of letting me see you shirtless--”

Cas started to mumble, “You see me shirtless plenty of times.”

Dean ignored him, and went on, “We pick up Sam and the kid, and we go have a good time. Do you think ice cream will be there? Jack needs to try ice cream.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find ice cream for you, Dean. I promise.”

Dean smiled at Cas’ odd sincerity, and then held his hand, looping their fingers together before driving off down the road baking in the sun.

#dreamydrabbles #spn #supernatural #destiel #destiel fanfiction #destiel drabble #drabbles #not my best #but i haven't written in forever #so i thought i'd give it a try

[official-wayward-noctis]

Roadtrip

Dean loved driving but sometimes he needed a break. It had been a week of travels without going back and being on the road and stopping here and there. The cases weren’t anything that would be his normal so he left those for the real police and FBI. Cas was with him and that was enough but it still was tiring after a while. He pulled over and asked Cas to watch as he took a nap. Cas was surprised as Dean hadn’t said he was tired so Cas watched as Dean slept. Dean was a light sleeper so Cas tried to make little noise as he played on his phone trying to understand the thing. Dean grumbled some words before one became clear.

“Cas,” Dean moaned. Cas was confused. Did Dean need him? Dean mumbled some words before turning his body away. It must have been a dream. Cas continue listen to Dean mumble his name occasionally eventually Dean woke and they were back on the road.

“What did you dream about?” Cas asked.

“Probably sleeping with some chick,” Dean said which brought confusion to Cas not that Dean noticed. Cas thought about it before he put two and two together. He didn’t say anything though. He would wait until Dean was ready to talk about what he really dreamt about.

#dreamydrabbles #dean winchester #deancas #destiel #castiel #supernatural

[deancaskiss]

Dreamy Drabble Day 1: Dream

“Do angels dream?” Dean murmured, lips brushing against Cas’ throat tenderly.

Huffing quietly, Cas muttered back, “Angels don’t sleep, Dean.”

“You sleep,” Dean countered, kissing Cas’ collarbone.

When Cas shook his head, the movement dislodged Dean, and he let out a grumbled noise of protest before tucking his head back against Cas’ shoulder.

“I’m not an angel anymore.”

Frowning, Dean pressed another kiss behind Cas’ ear. “You’ve never stopped being an angel to me.”

Cas shook his head again, minutely this time, so as to not disturb the path Dean was making with his lips.

Brushing his nose under Cas’ jawline, Dean amended his question: “Do you dream?”

The question hung between them as Cas chased Dean’s mouth into a kiss. When they broke apart minutes later, Cas replied softly, “I do.”

Nudging their noses together, Dean spoke his next question against Cas’ mouth. “What do you dream about?”

Cas didn’t need to think about it as their lips melded together in another achingly slow kiss. “You.”

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #dreamydrabble #bex writing #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userda #usermoogs #archervale #thisisapaige #anztag #deanncastiel #spxcekya #emeraldcas #scottstiles #feathersforcas #useralison

[hornystiel]

lies + touch

“It won’t work, stop.” Dean doesn’t even look up, too focused on the maps and reports of the last croats/demons combo special attack. 

“Your majesty…(Dean’s eye twitches) I’m not doing anything.” Yet hangs heavily in the air. Castiel is circling closer to the end of the table, where Dean is holed up, frowning. 

“You’re trying to provoke me and that won’t work. Don't you have some orgy to attend to?” Dean finally lifts his gaze and sees how loosely the shirt is hanging on Castiel, exposing the bite mark on his shoulder. He knows this one too well. He averts his eyes, the numbers jumping on the crumpled paper. 

“Oh no, today I have a private call,” Cas whispers in Dean’s ear, suddenly very close and here. 

A moment later they’re making an absolute mess on the table, Dean leaving even more trails behind, convincing himself that it doesn’t mean anything and failing like every time before. 

#dreamydrabble #destiel #destiel fic #destiel ficlet #deancas fic #deancas ficlet #spn fic #endverse #crawling up here from the mental hole i'm currently in to drop this bye #hashtag writing

[thigholstercas]

stars

"I prayed to you, you know," Dean broke the silence for the first time in a while. He enjoyed the silence, after years of loudness anyway, but he loved talking to Cas.

He wouldn't tell a soul, but these are the moments he treasures the most. Sex is good, don't get him wrong, but the peace he feels afterward is incomparable. Listening to Cas breathe while he kisses each of his freckles. "You have stars on your skin, constellations are formed all over your body, and each of them deserves to be worshipped," Cas would tell him, making him blush because who says those things.

"Every moment I could, I prayed to you," Dean repeats after Cas stops kissing him.

"Mhm," Cas mumbles with a happy sigh. "I'm listening. Keep talking." Cas takes Dean's hand and starts kissing his knuckles.

Oh, he was doomed.

#destiel #dreamydrabble #day 3: stars #spn #deancas #this was way longer lol #this is a snippet of what a 1k fic would look l

[freetobecelestial]

day 3 of @starcrosseddeancas drabble event : stars

“Show me which ones you created again.” They both know it's a ploy to get Cas to lay even closer to Dean in order to point at the stars, but neither mention it.

Dean is only half listening, having heard that same explanation hundreds of times before.

“Do you have a favorite?” Another question Dean asks nearly every time, but Cas’ answer is always different. Sometimes pointing to one or another, sometimes saying he has no favorite.

Today, he turns to face Dean, their faces barely inches apart.

“Yes.” Castiel replies, gazing into Dean’s eyes but apparently not feeling the need to elaborate.

“Which one, Cas?”

“These two.” And before Dean can even open his mouth to reply, Cas lifts his head slightly, softly kissing Dean’s eyelids just as they drift close. Once Dean opens his eyes again, he finds Cas gazing at him lovingly.

“Sap,” Dean whispers back.

#spn #destiel #spn art #castiel #dean winchester #ky writes #destiel fanfic #fanfic #dreamydrabble #stars #established destiel #star gazing as a love language #still stuck in an air port #will be till 5 am #also it’s technically still the 7th for me so i count this one as being on time #fluff #destiel fluff

[castiel]

dreamy drabble day 3: stars

—

dean slid onto the hood of the car next to cas. mimicking the angel, he too tilted his head to gaze at the heavens above them.

“sure is quiet out here,” he remarked, feeling the need to fill the silence with something.

cas hummed. “for some, perhaps.”

“what do you mean?”

“i can hear them,” cas tipped his head towards the sky.

“the stars?” dean asked incredulously.

“mhmm.”

dean looked at cas in awe for a moment. “what do they sound like?”

closing his eyes in thought, cas was quiet. “they’re all different but… a bit like souls. crackling fire and a softer sound on top… almost like tiny bells.”

searching the sky, he couldn’t help but ask. “is there one that sounds like mine?”

when he didn’t hear a response he finally looked over to find cas staring at him.

“none sound as lovely as yours.”

#destiel fic #deancas fic #dreamydrabble #jenn writes

[hauntedpearl]

Prompts Days 7&8: Tied-Up + Adventure for @starcrosseddeancas

"Do you miss it?"

They're leaning against the railing of the back porch, shoulder to shoulder. The lake stretches out before them, glinting in the moonlight, a world of glass.

His brother's asleep somewhere upstairs, but Dean hadn't been able to sleep. Cas had found him here, after a while. Had stayed.

Now, he's looking at him, curious. Waiting.

"No," Dean says, "I don't know. Maybe."

Cas laughs, soft and low, and Dean basks in the warmth of it.

"I don't miss the pain, you know? Getting beaten, tied-up, shot at, whatever. But sometimes —" Dean sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. (Sometimes he's just — restless.) "I don't know."

Cas hums. Presses his shoulder against Dean's.

"Do you?"

"No," Cas says. Then, "I don't know. Maybe."

"Cas."

"I—" Cas turns his face skyward, closes his eyes. Picks the words from the air with a smile on his face. Dean watches his profile, limned in silver light, and waits.

"I think about the things I could've done differently. The mistakes I made." He turns to Dean, shrugs. "But we've closed that chapter of our lives and — and I don't want to go back. I like this, whatever we've made of it. It's just — something new. A different kind of adventure."

Dean looks at him, at the softness in his eyes, the bittersweet uptick of his mouth. He could lean forward, kiss the corner of that mouth, and he wants to. But he doesn't do it.

Not yet, he thinks, not just yet.

"Yeah," he says, smiling back at Cas. "A different kind of adventure."

(Thinks, but soon. Real, real soon.)

#dreamydrabble #doe's writing #spn drabble #destiel #post canon #whatever fluff whatever #they haven't talked about it yet btw #UH. HAPPY LAKEHOUSE ENDGAME?

[goblininawig]

There’s a pattern to their touches now, built up over days and months and years of little moments. Dean patting Castiel as he pushes a plate of food in front of the protesting angel. Cas holding his palm spread-wide over wounds Dean suffers when they hunt together. Fingers touching with every book passed in the bunker’s library, beer in the kitchen, or snack in the Impala’s bench seat. How Cas grabs Dean’s shoulder to reassure him. The way Dean spreads his fingers wide across Cas’ back to do the same. Dean knocking against Cas when he laughs because he just can’t contain himself. Each of them is meaningful beyond any mission heaven gave him, and forever recorded in Cas’ memory. When Dean is sleeping he pours over them, marveling at each moment leading inextricably to the next, as if mapping out a path that leads to his most precious person.

Written for Dreamy Drabble, Day 4: Touch

Read the rest on A03

#dreamydrabble #spn #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #destiel ficlet #drabble #goblininawig

[prosopopeya]

Drabble Day 12: Date

Prompt from @deancaskiss 's drabble challenge. I missed the last 3 days of the challenge so will post the remaining drabbles tonight as I finish them up!

Dean spent a while during this hunt trying to decide if they'd ever had a hunt at a zoo before. They must've, right? Though, he guesses, this is less a zoo but not quite an aquarium either, and tonight it also happens to be a wedding venue, which is maybe another first. Have they ever had to solve a thing during a wedding? 

Luckily, it all went fine. Killed the bad guy, saved the otters. Sam's reporting to the bride's family because he didn't fall into the marsh; Dean and Cas are mostly not dripping on the walkway in the cypress swamp exhibit, this two-story glass-walled room filled with different authentic habitats, trees and plants, tanks for fish and turtles to swim around in. A bird ruffles its feathers somewhere, flies by them, mostly a shadow because the sun's setting outside, sending orange and pink light filtering in over the water. 

"You think a bird ever poops on someone?" Dean asks, but when he turns around, Cas is-- 

Cas has mud dried on his forehead, and his shirt is still drying in patches, and he's watching the turtles with the sunset playing on his face, and he's got that look that makes Dean glad he's here, and makes Dean a little less terrified that one day Cas is going to decide he hates being human and run away. 

The wedding music trickles in, soft and gentle, and the song switches now to something slow. An idea pops into Dean's head, and when the follow-up thought isn't an immediate fear seizure that Sam could walk in, Dean decides that's all the green light he needs.

"Hey." He slips his hand into Cas's and pulls him away from the edge of the walkway, tugs him smoothly into Dean's arms if Dean says so himself. Before he starts them moving, Cas tilts his head, still smiling lightly, and Dean holds onto that for a second because it doesn't look much different from how Cas had been watching the animals and nature or whatever, except maybe it's a little warmer. 

Dean hasn't danced with someone in so long that he absolutely forgets how you're supposed to do it, but they manage anyway, with Cas leaning into him, smelling of salt water and sludge, as the sun sets outside.

virginia is for lovers: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

#dreamydrabble #dreamydrabbles #profoundnet #deancasfic #destielfic #dean pov #supernatural #a more profound bond #my fic #shout out to the virginia living museum which is a gorgeous wedding venue #(tho not where i got married)

[asleep-in-the-impala]

Dream

A little piece for @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabble Day 1:

Cas is human now.

He lays sprawled out, taking up most of the bed. Arm tucked under the pillow, knee hiked up to the side. Face turned toward the desk where Dean sits.

He looks peaceful in a way Dean has never seen. The usual furrow of confusion is gone, his brow smooth, skin soft. His lashes brush his cheeks, his full lips parted with breath.

Dean stops looking at his lips.

Instead, he stands to leave, shutting down that train of thought like clockwork. Maybe he can sleep now that his buddy is safe.

As if to confirm Dean’s thoughts, Cas lets out a soft sigh. The hunter pauses, no longer creeping toward the door, and turns to look again.

Cas’s eyelids flutter. His breath hitches slightly.

What do angels dream of?

Cas sucks in a deeper breath.

“Dean.”

#This is my first time really making something for the fandom #I'm excited to wander away from the sidelines #and these prompts are a great way for me to explore! #hopefully i'll have something for the other days #but we'll see :) #dreamydrabble #destiel #drabble #fics #em writes <3

[official-wayward-noctis]

Trust

Trust was something Dean never gave freely. He took years to gain his trust but it took Cas less time to gain it. Cas always had Dean’s trust even when he lost it, Dean never let it all slip away. It was there in the back of his mind as he felt betrayed by his best friend - scratch that - his soulmate doing something to lose his trust. Dean always knew Cas would realize he was wrong and come back. It was a cycle with them. Cas would do something to save the day that Dean disagreed with and than Dean would find out.

“Damn it,” Dean said again annoyed at finding a journal that was Cas’s apparently. The angel had been hiding something and Dean needed to know what. He found the journal and decided to take a peek. What he found seemed to be a surprised date for some lucky girl. Dean thought they were on the same page about slowly falling in love when Sam was not looking but apparently not.

“You weren’t suppose to see that,” Cas told him. Dean paused about to confront him but Cas grabbed the journal. “I wanted it to be special when I told you I loved you.” Dean’s mind stopped. Cas loved him?! Dean looked at Cas who was sheepish about it and moved in and kissed him. He always had Cas to trust even if he never wanted to admit it.

#dreamydrabbles #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #supernatural

[deancaskiss]

Dreamy Drabble: Lonely

For millennia, Cas didn’t understand what companionship was. What family was. What love was.

Sometimes, not knowing is better than the alternative.

Because now… now Cas knows what family means, how companionship feels, what love truly is.

Sitting in the nothingness of the Empty, Cas longed for Jack, Sam, and Claire.

But mostly, Cas ached and yearned for Dean. Reminisced about Dean. Pictured companionship and love with Dean.

For the first time in his existence, in a pit of inky blackness, Cas was truly lonely.

~

“I dream about him. Every night,” Dean whispered one evening, the words so quiet Sam barely heard them.

Closing his book gently, Sam asked, “Cas?”

Nodding jerkily, Dean confessed, “Always the same dream. He’s in the Empty… and it’s like he’s calling out to me without saying a word. I get all these-” he broke off, clearing his throat, suddenly thick with tears.

“Images. Things we could’ve had. And I try telling him how I- I scream until my voice is gone. But he can’t hear me. He just… he feels so… lonely.”

#dreamydrabble #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #bex writing #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userbon #usermoogs #userda #archervale #emeraldcas #spxcekya #deanncastiel #thisisapaige #anztag #inacatastrophicmind #feathersforcas

[hornystiel]

for @deancaskiss writing challenge

prompt: thunderstorm

dean knows cas can blow out all the lights when they have sex (and likes this so disproportionately much), knows that flowers start to grow around, when cas is really happy or pleased.

what dean didn't know is that cas can cause thunderstorms too.

now, lying in some alley and surrounded by some low life demons, dean has a front seat to witness how a bright blue sky has turned almost pitch black in a second. thunder booms and huge shadows of wings are seen when the lightning strikes where cas is preparing to beat the living shit out of everybody.

dean's first thought is 'holy fuck' and he's sure he'd be turned on if he wasn't so roughed up.

dean's second thought is 'safe' when cas effortlessly lifts him and carries away from the wreckage, the world going blissfully dark.

he has his own lightning to show the way.

#just a quick thing written on a bus ride to work #dreamydrabble #destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas #deancas ficlet #spn #mdni #i guess? #thisisapaige #spxcekya #usermoogs #deancaskiss #hashtag writing