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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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Hi hello Bex Jasmine @angelcaswinchester congratulations again on the 6k!! Let's party this weekend. :D

So, based on your prompt list, have some jonasbrothersnatural! (I apologize in advance, but you know I would have to be physically restrained to not make things about Midam, sooo....)

Got lost in your halo (halo)

I just wanna know

Now who's in your head, in your head?

“Michael?” Adam sighed as he stepped up to the stereo system, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can we listen to something else?”

Letting the eyes of his projection settle on Adam, Michael considered the question. “Do you know all the lyrics, then?”

Another sigh. “No.”

“Then we should keep listening.”

“Michael... We really don't need to know all the lyrics by heart,” Adam complained, soul reaching out to Michael's grace in their chest just as his hands reached for Michael's projection.

“Jack said it's crucial for us to be able to sing along to all the songs,” Michael reminded him sternly. It wouldn't do to be only half prepared! What if people made fun of Adam for not knowing all the words? Michael would have to smite them, and that might spoil the fun.

“Yeah, but Jack has never even been to a concert. He's just saying what Claire told him, and she was probably trying to mess with him.” Adam sat down on the armrest of the chair Michael's projection was in. On instinct, Michael reached out to put a hand on his leg, and Adam's arm slung around Michael's shoulders.

In contrast, Michael's next words were far less gentle – they were true, though. “You've also never been to a concert.”

Adam gasped, then punched Michael's arm. “Hey, low blow!” He pouted, and, despite his clear discontent, moved to drape his legs over Michael's lap. “You know I just didn't have the money and stuff.”

“I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you know just as little about concerts as Jack does.”

“Buddy, I've spent more time on Earth than you two combined. I think I know a little bit more about everything.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Everything,” he said flatly, just so Adam would roll his eyes.

“Not literally. Shut up.” Another punch to the arm. If it were anyone else, Michael would have been offended, but he could feel Adam's amusement ripple through their bond, saw his soul shining brightly. He would forgive him just about anything.

Quite unlike his brother, who chose that very moment to appear in their living room.

“Sup, buckos.”

“Woah!” Adam jumped, his heart rate elevating as he scrambled up from the chair (or rather Michael's lap). “Jesus, you scared me!”

Michael glared at his brother. “What do you want?”

“Keep your angel blade tucked, bro, I'm just here to deliver a message.”

Michael had made no move to draw a weapon. Not that he would need one to fight, necessarily. “Going back to your roots, then,” he said dryly, tracking Gabriel's movements. Just because he wasn't a threat didn't mean he wouldn't cause chaos.

“Not so much messenger of God these days, you know.” Gabriel shrugged. “Then again, who's even God anymore, right?”

“No one,” Michael said. Since Jack had given up a good part of his power and had separated from Amara (now also powered down), there really wasn't anyone who could claim that title.

“Anyway, Sam said to tell you there'll be some kind of barbecue or whatever.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Some kind of...” Adam and Michael shared a look. “Okay. Do you know when?”

“Uuuuh, he probably mentioned it, but...” Another shrug.

Michael huffed. As an archangel, Gabriel's memory was extremely good. If he didn't remember, or didn't say anything, that was probably on purpose.

Maybe Sam wants us to call him, Adam said through their bond, so only Michael could hear him. We have ignored some of his texts.

We had better things to do. Michael didn't feel bad for ignoring the Winchesters in the slightest. Their relationship with Adam was still tender, more born of obligation than anything else, and he wasn't sure if it would ever become warm. Didn't really care if it would.

If it wasn't for Jack, Michael would have gladly forgotten the brothers' existence altogether.

“Okay, I gotta ask,” Gabriel said, weighing his head as he listened to the most recent song in the playlist, “what are you listening to?”

More to love when your hands are free Baby put your pom poms down for me Come on shake it up 1-2-3 Baby put your pom poms down for me

The song has changed while they'd been talking. Adam groaned. “Don't ask.”

“They're a very popular band,” Michael said, as much for Gabriel as to chastise Adam on his reaction.

“Yeah, boy band,” Adam grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Not for nothing, but you're starting to sound like Dean-o.”

As Adam's face scrunched up, his emotions whirled all over the place for only a moment. Them he clamped down on them. “Bullshit.”

“See? You should learn to appreciate all forms of art so you don't end up like your brother,” Michael told him.

“Half-brother. And I'm not like him at all, okay! For example – we got cookies. You want some cookies, Gabe?” Adam moved towards the kitchen, where he'd stashed the cookies he'd baked the day before. It took him a moment to find them, because the little tin box was, to his surprise, at the very back of the wall cabinet – just where Michael had put it. The intention had been for Adam not to see the box, and possibly to forget about it until the cookies were spoiled. This tended to happen with other things, where Adam would no longer think of them as long as they were out of sight, and Michael sometimes had to remind him of them.

With putting the cookies away, Michael had hoped to keep Adam (for once) from eating too many sweets.

Apparently it hadn't worked.

Gabriel grinned as Adam handed him the box. “That's why you're my favourite brother-in-law.”

“We're not married,” Michael said distractedly. The notion was absurd – neither of them technically existed, from a human legal standpoint. Adam's fake ID said 'Adam Miller', a fact he grumbled about on a regular basis. But he also didn't want to ask Sam for a new one.

Unimpressed with that answer, Gabriel raised a single eyebrow at him. “You keep telling yourself that, bro.”

Michael wasn't telling himself anything. It was simply a truth.

Annoyed, Michael tuned his brother out and listened to the music instead.

It's only human, you know that it's real So why would you fight or try to deny the way that you feel? Oh, babe, you can't fool me, your body's got other plans So stop pretending you're shy, just come on and Dance, dance, dance, dance, oh

Well. Maybe the music wasn't any better.

“... Castiel and Dean to invite us if they get married,” Adam was saying when Michael shifted his focus back to them. “But only if they have an open bar.”

“Not sure they'd invite Michael, honestly.” Gabriel seemed amused by the idea.

“Well, they just need to invite me. People can bring a plus one to weddings, right?”

“Ya know, usually a plus one isn't an archangel who lives in your head.”

Adam made a throwaway gesture. “Screw usual.”

Gabriel grinned. “Are you gonna invite them to your own wedding too, then?”

“We can't get married,” Michael repeated. Neither could Castiel and Dean. This was all very silly.

“Michael, you know marriages are basically just promises, right?” Adam asked, smiling but still with a tight lid on his emotions, inwardly.

“No. They're legal contracts that ensure mutual support and that both people take care of any potential offspring, as well as providing tax benefits. I looked it up.”

“... You what?” Gabriel asked, eyebrows riding high on his forehead.

Of course Michael had looked into it. It was a human custom, and since Adam had been rather vague about it even though he loved movies with weddings in them, Michael had taken it upon himself to get more information.

Instead of answering Gabriel's question, Michael said: “The benefits are superfluous for us, and neither of us legally exists, so a marriage is off the table. We also don't need a contract – we already have an agreement.”

While he spoke, a smile started tucking on Adam's lips, and even though he obviously tried to keep his amusement under lock, Michael could still feel it through their bond. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Okay, you lost me,” Gabriel admitted. “What agreement?”

Adam and Michael exchanged an amused look. “Oh, just something we came to while we were in the Cage,” Adam said lightly.

“A mutual understanding,” Michael added.

“And what was it you mutually understood?” Gabriel prompted, seeming impatient.

Another exchanged look. Adam was barely holding down a grin.

“Well. After careful consideration on both of our parts, we came to the conclusion that...” Michael made a dramatic pause, just so Gabriel would become exasperated. It worked. “... we like each other.”

Gabriel blinked at him.

“Admittedly, it was born out of the fact that we were the only ones in the Cage. If you discount Lucifer.” Michael shrugged.

“So what, did you make promise rings for each other? Friendship bracelets? What exactly is your relationship, anyway?” Gabriel frowned.

“Our relationship is very good,” Michael said, leaning back in his armchair. “Thanks for asking.”

Adam bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“But what is it? What do you call each other?”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Well, I mostly call him Adam, since that's his name.”

Gabriel groaned in frustration. “Let me put this as clear as possible. Do you smooch or not?”

“I don't see how that's any of your business,” Michael said simply. Of course he knew what Gabriel was asking, but he had no intention of discussing such private things with him. Besides, his relationship with Adam could hardly be described in such simple terms as romantic or non-romantic. There was so much more depth to it that-

Without warning, Adam changed the song on the playlist.

We go together Better than birds of a feather, you and me

Ah. Michael liked this one. Adam had made jokes about the 'feathers' line and Michael's wings the first time they'd listened to it, but Michael had long since forgiven him. (Besides, it had been kind of funny.)

I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

Adam grinned as he leaned back against the armchair.

He liked that one, too, even if he would never admit it.

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

Maybe that song was a good summary of their relationship, actually.

All he knew was that if they played this song at the concert, they were both going to sing along loudly.

And that was all anyone else needed to know, too.

#Listen I don't think I had ever heard a single Jonas Brothers song in my life before writing this #But #There are some songs that make me go 👀👀 thinking about the blorbos #Which is why I couldn't choose just one and instead went for several #Anywayyyyy Adam and Michael are kinda salty about the Winchesters but I think they have the right #No one is doing mlm/mlm hostility quite like them <3 #Sooo enough rambling I hope you enjoy this a 'lil #👉👈#Okay bye #Midam #Implied Destiel #Quick writing #angels6k #Idk yet if I can make it for the other two days but I'll try!#Ah I forgot to say I was going for a QPR kind of vibe with Adam and Michael if anyone was wondering :D #Not sure if I succeeded lol

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werepires · 1 year

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#my art #castiel #castiel fanart #supernatural #supernatural fanart #spn #spn fanart #destiel #destiel fanart #implied in this one #but they are married

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casdeans-pie · 6 months

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There's this really dumb season 5 era fic that I really want to write

I got this really vivid image of Dean going into Bobby's kitchen in the middle of the night because he heard a noise and he can hear the rustling of cutlery in the kitchen drawer and he's got his gun ready and he flips on the light and Cas is just standing there clutching one of those big salad forks to his chest.

And Dean is like ?? Cas????

And Cas is just staring at him like a deer in the headlights. and they just keep staring at each other cause thats what they do

And finally Dean is like Shall I leave you alone with your... fork???

But Cas is super cagey and Dean just gets more suspicious and playful about it. He manages to make it so that Cas says he 'needs a fork' and Dean is like Snort. Oh yeah. I'm sure. A good fork.

Cause yknow. fork sounds like

Anyway he manages to find out that Cas has an itch on his back that he just. can't. reach.

Which is what he needed the fork for.

Turns out that Cas is molting but the other angels are still actively hunting him so he can't go back to heaven to do it properly with real wings so he just has to suffer in his vessel with the phantom itch. Dean feels bad for him and does eventually agree to scratch his back.

Because of the intricate rituals. And that's what friends do. Friends help each other. They help their angel boy best friends during their angel wing molt thing.

So Cas is like Thank you Dean and takes off his coat and his jacket and his tie and his shirt and Dean is having a minor crisis.

He maneuvers Cas to brace his hands against the counter and Dean stands behind. He doesn't know what he's feeling but he's feeling a certain way about all of this. He starts to rake his fingers down Cas's shoulder blades and immediately Cas is like YES. THERE. HARDER. and Dean is like Jesus Cas! You'll wake the house shut up man! while trying not to show how unbelievably turned on he is

Just as the sexual tension between them really heats up Cas flies away.

And then there's a massive flash forward to present day where Dean has retired from hunting and Cas is still an angel and they're happy and alive and living together and so in love and Dean wakes up in the middle of the night because he can hear noises from the kitchen.

He goes down and flips on the light and Cas is there holding a spatula. And he's like Dean why do we not own any salad forks.

And Dean gently takes the spatula from him, kisses him, and is like Let me help you scratch that itch.

#i want to write this soooo baaaddd #castiel has molt problems is one of my favourite tropes #destiel #destiel headcanon #destiel ficlet #castiel #castiel's angel powers #deancas #pie's projects #winged castiel #sort of its implied lmao

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diminuel · 1 month

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Charlie at the DeanCas wedding~ ;D

Another prompt from this ask game!

#Supernatural #Charlie Bradbury #Fanart #implied Destiel

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sinnadone · 1 year

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[Image description: a fifteen-panel digital Supernatural fan-comic, which begins with the last ever shot of the show, of Sam and Dean Winchester gazing wistfully over a river while leaning on the railing of a bridge with the Impala in the background, as the camera floats up and away from them. The four panels depicting this recede into darkness, which continues for a bit, until it is interrupted by the sound effect of a snap and dissolves to show the brothers waking up on the floor of a motel room, Sam with a headache and Dean with a startled “What the-”. The full, panel-by-panel description is under the read-more.]

Happy anniversary! here’s how gabriel can still win

[Image description, panels 1-4: the last ever shots of the show, receding into darkness until it is interrupted with a snap.

Panels 5-6: the darkness fades away to show Dean bolting awake with a cut-off yell of “What the-”. He is on the wooden floor of a motel room with a dark green-and-brown interior. Sam is on the same floor, in the background to Dean’s left, propped up on one elbow and touching his forehead with a wince. “Hell...?”, continues Dean, quieter, as his hand hovers over where the rusty rebar should be sticking out of his chest, finding nothing of the sort. In the meanwhile, Sam notices that the skin on his hand looks as young as the day Dean last died.

Panel 7: the brothers turn to each other in silent disbelief.

Panel 8: a voice from off-screen draws their attention to the upper left: “A terrifying little nightmare, wasn’t it?” They face the direction, Sam with shock and Dean with a raised eyebrow.

Panel 9: the camera turns 180% degrees to reveal Gabriel, casually laid out on top of the motel room’s desk, looking down at them with a smirk. His torso’s propped up with an elbow, both legs slightly bent, one parallel and one perpendicular to the desk’s surface. The hand of the arm doing the propping up is hanging off the edge of the desk and holding a can on whipped cream, while the other hand is leaning on his raised knee. On the wall behind Gabriel is a large framed painting of many golden wings. He continues, “This is where the fuck you’d be without Cas, blah blah blah...” . The panel stretches down to include the space under the desk, a bit of the floor and the Winchesters’ legs up to the knees.

Panels 10-11: a close-up on Gabriel as he snaps his fingers and a strawberry pops into existence right over his thumb and index. He sprays a dollop of whipped cream onto it, closing one eye in concentration.

Panels 12-13: the camera moves behind Gabriel, looking over the Winchester brothers staring up at him. Leaning the hand holding the berry back onto his knee, he exclaims: “So saddle up, boys!”. The background goes out of focus as he throws the strawberry into his mouth with a flick of his wrist.

Within a half-circle-shaped panel #14, the dome of it intersected by radiating lines, he savours the taste, smiling with his eyes closed.

The camera zooms in on his face, lit up from below by bright flames he is suddenly surrounded by, eyes glowing gold. Looking down and somewhat at the viewer, he says: “We’re going to Super Hell.” End of the main description, only background details and appearances after this point.

The comic is styled to look as if drawn on dark brown craft paper. It is fully colored but completely unshaded, except for the last drawing of Gabriel surrounded by fire, which features fully rendered lighting and flames. The motel room has dark green walls and dark wooden floor and furniture; on the side of the room closest to Sam is a one-person bed, and on the side closest to Dean is a two-person. All three men are white and vaguely in their thirties-to-forties, and all three are wearing jeans in various shades of blue. Sam has dark shoulder-length hair parted in the middle and wears a dark jacket over a red plaid button-up, Dean has dark blond hair in an Ivy League-type cut and an army-green jacket over a dark T-shirt, and Gabriel has blond combed-back waves and a purple short-sleeved shirt with the top two buttons undone. End of description]