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mishoru · 1 year
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My @deancasbigbang 2022 art for @seasidemeow 's fic Wishing on Alphard.
I had alot of fun working on these! ☺️☺️💚💙
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and-stir-the-stars · 2 years
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Between Desperate and Divine
Summary: Young Castiel tries to escape Naomi in Heaven.
/ The air burned in Castiel’s throat, and he only just managed to muffle his sob. The fingers tightened around his chin as the other angel heard it. He tried to look away from the angel's eyes, but he couldn't. He just couldn't.
"And Castiel? I can make the pain go away. But you have to want it. You have to choose it." \
tw: child abuse & gaslighting, blood
ao3
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Castiel’s wings were lying limp against his back, the tips of his black feathers curling uncomfortably against the pristine white floor. 
His face was wet, and there was a smell in the air. Something thick and electric and strong. Something coppery. One day Castiel would come to be familiar with that smell in the way only a soldier could be, but not yet. One day the smell of blood would thrill Castiel as much as it frightened him– one could not reign victorious in battle without spilling blood, after all– but now, the smell only made the young angel's head spin. 
Through the blood stinging his eye, Castiel could make out a door in front of him with a door knob within reach, but he didn't reach for it. Just the thought put a throbbing in his head, one so powerful he was half-afraid his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets from the unceasing pounding. 
For a while, Castiel just stood there. Trembling, crying softly from the pain in his head. He couldn't even remember where this door was supposed to lead anymore, or how he had gotten here or why.
A feathery rustle sounded behind him, followed by the click of approaching footsteps. Castiel still could not move, though the air itself seemed to stiffen at the newcomer's approach. 
"Castiel." The newcomer's voice was sharp, controlled, crisp. He knew that voice, though he couldn't quite remember how he knew it. His head was pounding too much. 
"It hurts, doesn't it?" The newcomer moved so they were standing right beside Castiel, but the fledgling still could not drag his gaze away from the door. It felt important, somehow; so important that he couldn't bring himself to look away despite the throbbing it brought unto his head. 
The newcomer kneeled down. Their gaze on him felt like a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, even though no one was actually touching him. 
Castiel bit down on his cries, though the pain was so intense he could feel it throughout his body, wrenching at his Grace and ripping a great hole in his chest and reverberating through his fingertips. 
"Do you know what it is, Castiel?" 
Castiel tried to answer, but the words all felt wrong in his head, like a misshapen, clunky, unwelcome thing. The most he got out was a choked off, meaningless sound. 
"It's not the feeling of a headache, or a tear in your Grace, or even of a broken wing. It's the feeling of doing wrong."
Castiel blinked hard, trying to clear the blurring out of his eyes as he realized that the angel was right. He'd felt a similar feeling before, right after the time he had told Balthazar he didn't want his brother around anymore if he was going to continue dragging Castiel into trouble and disrupting his training. This was the pain of going too far in a fight, of watching tears stream down your loved one’s face at some cruel thing you said and knowing you could never take it back or make up for it.
The angel wrapped their fingers around Castiel's chin, lifting up and forcing the fledgling to meet their stern eyes. "It’s the pain of a mother who told herself she’d do anything to protect her child but stands frozen in fear as she sees her child torn to shreds by a merciless beast. It's the pain of turning and fleeing and abandoning your siblings to die in battle behind you. This is the pain of doing something so egregiously wrong, you betray yourself and everything you stand for."
The air burned in Castiel’s throat, and he only just managed to muffle his sob. The fingers tightened around his chin as the other angel heard it. He tried to look away from the angel's eyes, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. 
"And Castiel? I can make the pain go away. But you have to want it. You have to choose it."
Castiel wanted it to stop. Oh, Father, he wanted the pain to stop so much; he wanted everything to stop. But the pounding in his head was so strong he could feel his very wavelengths quivering before it, threatening to collapse; he couldn't think straight, and his chest was a gaping, all-consuming hole that numbed his entire body from his fingers to his wingtips. Nothing could stop it, no more than anything could stop a black hole. This was all that was left of him now. 
"I can make it stop," the other angel murmured as though hearing his thoughts. "All you have to do is move away from the door." 
The… door? Why did the door matter? For all Castiel knew, it could lead to something useless, like a closet or to a storage room or to… to… to something, something important. No. He couldn't leave the door, even if he didn't understand why, even if so much as looking at the door made him want to collapse from pain.
But why would he go to something that was only hurting him?
No… no, this didn't make sense. The door, how he had gotten here and why– it was a blur of confusion and hurt. The one thing that made any sense of it all was this angel, who had looked at him and somehow knew exactly what he felt when even Castiel could barely figure it out for himself. Castiel had thought the angel was familiar when they first appeared, and this must be why: this angel understood him in a way Castiel had not known was possible.
Castiel moved. One step away from the door, one step closer to her. Her. Not them.
The newcomer's wings arced up behind her as though in invitation. 
Another step closer and the angel was wrapping her wings around him like a warm, safe cocoon. Her soft feathers brushed against Castiel’s wavelengths and entangled themselves against Castiel’s feathers as the fledgling buried his head against her. The pounding in his head eased slightly and Castiel sobbed from the sheer relief as Naomi wrapped her wings around him. Naomi. Naomi. Naomi.
"You're improving," Naomi murmured. "There was a time once when you would have escaped through that door without a thought." 
Castiel tried to speak. The words were like barbs prickling inside Castiel’s head; it hurt trying to string all those sounds together and assign meanings to such abstract concepts. But Castiel tried anyway. "I-I did good?"
Naomi looked down at him like she was surprised the croak had left his lips at all. "I didn't say that. You still tried to escape."
"I was afraid," Castiel whispered. He could still feel the blood on his face. It was drying now, caking against his skin so thick that it tugged in all the wrong ways every time he moved the muscles of his face.
Naomi's mouth twisted. "You cannot be afraid." Disgust dripped from every word, and the nails of her hands dug painfully into Castiel’s flesh. "Everything an angel does or endures is a part of God's will, and to be afraid is to express doubt in His will. To be afraid is to distrust and disavow God Himself."
"I didn't mean to–" the words were blades shredding the insides of his throat, and Castiel cut himself off with a pained cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." 
Naomi wrapped her wings even tighter around him as Castiel started to sob again, harder than before. "You will learn," she whispered. "One way or the other, you will learn."
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bluelikesad · 4 months
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Looking at the fireworks
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ezzasaurus · 1 year
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Two husbands; one angel, one (current/former) demon, and their adopted son who is the biological son of Satan
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virtu4l-di4ry · 5 months
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the future is bright and its fucking queer- dan and phil are out and making gay jokes, castiel canonically is queer and loves dean, the doctor is openly queer/gender-fluid.
the future is queer- the past was too we just didn’t know it yet.
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rroextra · 10 months
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Timelapse ⬇️
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a-rainbowmess · 11 days
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I said it once and I'll say it again: GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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collarbjt · 9 days
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Im newb, still watching s06, but I already know the ending of castiel and also saw the script “But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”,
I cant stop imagining whatIF-Cas and Dean’s alive and getting older with his angel….
Maybe there will be some day, Dean realise that how Cas thinks about him
After so long, when he’s being an old man, maybe one day, he‘ll asks his angel wryly, “Still beautiful?”
And ofc Castiel will answer with his voice, “Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”
Maybe it’s Dean’s last day on earth so with Castiel’s real voice, Dean close his eyes, and right after that moment, Dean’s soul and Cas have an eye contact, and they’ll laugh
No ripper’s required, he’ll go to the place wherever he can go with Cas.
Inspired by Lana’s “Young and beautiful” song
SBSD
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hitori-alouette · 1 year
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have some love  by fullvoid
This painting is a commission I did for @casgore​‘s fic "have some love", which is part 4 of their series "you’re my favorite kind of night"
If you are a murder husbands enthusiast, don't miss this fantastic series!!!
AO3 Link
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deancaslover · 8 months
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We need more season 1 dean meets season 15 castiel fanfics.
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yellowthelemonboy · 2 months
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i wrote a silly little prom au one-shot
Castiel hadn’t expected to have fun at all at prom, he thought it would just be some music playing and people being loud and annoying, but looking back at the night, it’s the most free he’s felt in a while.
Dean had requested a song, castiel didn’t pay attention to what the song was until the beat started to blare through the speakers in the cafeteria turned into a dance floor, dean smiling when it came on and yelling “this is my song! It’s my song! We gotta dance!” Giggling 
castiel stared at him, what had said “we have to go to the dance floor” weren’t they already on it? It didn’t matter, Dean had the biggest smile cas had ever seen and that was all that matters, keeping that big silly smile on the Winchester is face. 
When he realized the song he smiled as well, getting into a groove and dancing with dean, following deans moves and hugging himself when the song said “here in my arrrmmmss” and he definitely made sure to jump-stomp like dean had done when the sound played on the speakers, he absolutely made the most of the night, even if he didn’t mean to.
Dean smiling and screaming every lyric, castiel didn’t even care everyone was looking at them, honestly he didn’t even notice it, deans happy and animated dancing, his silly moves when the song slowed, his fake-flirting with cas and looking cas up and down when it said “that magic in your pants it’s makin’ me blush” and his goofy eyebrow raise all together had cas a smiling, sweat soaked mess, so glad he didn’t wear that shit his mom wanted him to.
Castiel knew this part by now, it has played enough in the song he knew the words, and his body moved without needing to be told, leaning in face-to-face with dean and singing the lyrics “I feel your hea~art beat to the beat of the drumbs!” Stomp stomp. “Oh what a shame that you came here with someo~one!” Dean threw his arm out on either side of cas, not touching him, but obviously making it seem like the song was about castiel. Dean and cas leaning back to ‘hug themselves’ when the lyrics “so while your here in my ar~rms!” Castiel was smiling ear-to-ear, dean screaming every lyric by heart, he was so happy with his song playing. 
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arcanespillo · 4 months
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the holy trinity
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kissmyassbxtt · 11 months
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these photos of Jensen are just…hot as hell🥹💗🤠
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gouachegoth · 7 months
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Young Jensen Ackles sketch I did!! Dean Winchester is my baby and I was going to do him but I found a pic of 90s Jensen so I said fuck it let’s do this instead hehehe
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deanwinchestersgirl87 · 8 months
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