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  • destielwrite
    24.06.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    dean making cas a burger and cas just looks at it with questioning eyes because dean knows that angels can’t taste anything. cas plays along biting into it and smiling just so dean can feel like an official meat man. later on that day, the hunter brags about it to sam who just throws a look over at cas, and cas simply

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  • plantdadcas
    24.06.2021 - 25 minutes ago
    #usually if I read strictly sam pov it's still a destiel fic or it's a sam & cas fic #i can do a rec list for fics with sam pov if anyone is interested send me an ask #ask#anon#fic talk
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  • sobsicles
    24.06.2021 - 1 hour ago
    #literally why would you say that to me #im putting my fingers in my ears and going LALALALALA really loud jsyk #destiel#fic talk #sobs says things #nonnie
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  • dothwrites
    24.06.2021 - 3 hours ago


    Tags: Queer Eye!AU, Reality Show, Fab Five replaced with angels, Coming Out, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Dean Winchester gets the love and support that he deserves, Dean Winchester needs about five thousand hugs and he gets them here, First Time Bottoming, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean

    Summary: Dean Winchester's life is a mess. All of his friends agree. His brother thinks that he's so bad that he nominates Dean for the reality show More than a Makeover. Dean will be their newest star, and for a week, five gay guys are going to come in and tell him everything that he's been doing wrong. Could there be anything more humiliating?

    Then the Fab Five show up and smash all of Dean's expectations to smithereens. He wasn't prepared for any of it: the support, the acceptance, but he really wasn't prepared for was his crush on the hair stylist, Castiel Novak. It hits right at a part of himself that Dean hasn't ever dared to accept, but for the first time in his life, he thinks that maybe he could.

    Can Dean and the Fab Five manage to turn his life around in only a week?

    Preview: Dean looks over to see Castiel emerging from his en suite bathroom with… is that his robe he’s wearing?

     “The Dead Guy robe!” Cas exults, playfully twirling the end of the belt and slapping Michael with it. “I found it, which means I get to keep it!” 

    Dean manages to tear his eyes away from the sight of Cas smacking Michael’s ass with the belt of the rope (his brain conveniently replaces Michael with himself, and he has to shift as his pants get a little too tight). Covering up his momentary discomfort, Dean scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “Come on. It was an estate sale, and it was five bucks. You have to admit, it’s really comfortable.” 

    Castiel walks up to him, his blue eyes wide and earnest. Dean doesn’t collapse when Castiel cradles his cheeks within his large hands, but it’s a close thing. “Dean,” Castiel says, his low voice turning the simple syllables of his name into a caress, “there are things called stores. In stores you can buy many robes that are just as comfortable as this one, with the bonus that these robes have never touched another human’s body.” 

    #destiel#destiel fanfic#destiel fic#deancas#deancas fic#dean winchester#castiel #if you were wondering what i've been doing for the past whatever months #well this some of it #this fic is subtitled : give dean some love #enjoy
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  • sierraxnevada
    24.06.2021 - 4 hours ago

    I just read one of the best fics ever

    We’re Not Muppets, Dean

    "Dean, what is the name of the last woman you had intercourse with?"
    "Geez, Cas! Would it really kill you to just say 'had sex with' or 'fucked'? And... I don't know! Kristy? Kristina? Something with a K.”
    "What was the last meal I had before this?"
    "What?" Dean frowned, not understanding where this was going but having long learned that Cas' seemingly random lines of thought usually had a way of connecting to something meaningful to him. He sighed. "You mean like a meal meal?" Cas only shrugged so he took his own liberties. "I made you pot roast with potatoes and glazed carrots the other day... You've been on that cinnamon toast crunch kick the past few days -- but I don't know if that really counts. And you had beef jerky and chips for the car ride. Speaking of which, you gotta eat a vegetable today, Cas, or you're going to be stopped up like nobody's business.”
    Cas smirked back at him, something sparkling in his eyes. "My point," he accentuated. And then when Dean still looked confused: "I don't care who you fuck, Dean."
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  • destielplayshockey
    24.06.2021 - 5 hours ago
    #destiel #destiel hockey fic
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  • duoblogs
    23.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    in the shadow of your wings is making me feral fuuuuck

    #this is like... #the jealous dean fic of my dreams #itsoyw#destiel fanfic
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  • risencas
    23.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

    just finished reading the dean winchester beat sheet. may or may not have envisioned beat sheet dean as andy samberg most of the time.

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  • destielwrite
    23.06.2021 - 9 hours ago

    it’s raining and dean slips, landing ass first on the floor. cas peers down at him, confused, he copies dean, laying down next to him. rain drenching them both.

    “cas, I fell, it was an accident. you didn’t have to do that- now you are all wet” dean explains, he laughs, shivering at the coldness of the pavement. his clothes clinging to him. “I figured it was an accident, I just didn’t want you to fall alone. That would be embarrassing” Cas says, he shrugs quickly zapping himself under a roof. Dean isn’t zapped though, he has to run towards the Angel, keeping steady so he won’t slip again. when he gets to cas, the trench coat is back to being dry, and dean is shaking in his boots. “Give me some of that Angel mojo here man, I’m going to get a cold” the hunter says whining, two fingers are pressed to his temple, he’s dry again.

    “Even if you do dean. I’ll be there to help. My angel mojo will take care of it.”

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  • you-cant-spell-subtext-without
    23.06.2021 - 11 hours ago


    I need Dean POV first person fic recs if you have them.  Yes this is for Angels.  Don’t ask questions.  All Shalt be Revealed on the Sixth Day, etc.

    #angels dont fear the reaper #Angels inspo #fic rec request #destiel#spn#supernatural#deancas
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  • pointyearedelvishprincling
    23.06.2021 - 13 hours ago

    The Council Of Charlie Bradbury

    Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury/Stevie
    Audience: Teen And Up
    Description: Told in alternating third person POV of Dean, Cas, & Charlie. Set after 15x18. The one where Dean goes to a gay bar to have his love confession crisis and Cas watches LOTR to have a Dean crisis. They need to use their words and Charlie (and everyone else) is determined to make that happen.


    “Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur’s heir, not Isildur himself.”

    Cas’ attention picked up as the handsome, albeit rather dirty-looking, man turned from the broken sword to face the elvish woman. Charlie nudged Cas’ ribs, whispering that her favourite part was coming up.

    “The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.”

    Cas squinted at the television, measuring the pain in the eyes of the man who would be king. He wondered perhaps if it was a human trait to bear irrational fear of the blood in your veins. Dean certainly displayed this behaviour; this belief that there was weakness in his blood. A thread of fate passed through generation, dooming him to the failures of his father.

    Humans, Cas had grown to learn, lived in fear of failure and success in almost equal measure. Once an agent of fate, Cas had broken free of god’s plan. Had disobeyed and rebelled against his own father so thoroughly that Chuck could no longer write his story. Cas’ failures were his own to bear. He was not bound by the sins of his father despite being his creation, just as he was not bound by those of Jimmy Novak, despite finding a home in his former body.

    Over the years, Cas had often wished there was a way to prove to Dean that humans are cast beyond their DNA. That, beautiful as he may be, it is only flesh. It is the soul that counts. Each soul came into this world a brand new thing, and Dean’s may be wounded by loss and scarred by the deeds of his father, but it was not made up of the same thing.

    Charlie’s palm gently beat against his shoulder and Cas snapped to attention. His brows rose in amusement. Even through her playful assault, Charlie’s eyes never left the screen.

    “This is the best part!”

    Cas tilted his head, frowning at his friend. “You said the same thing about eight other parts.”

    “And I’ll say it again, dude, now shush.”

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  • bottomdeanbigbang
    23.06.2021 - 15 hours ago

    Title: Visionary

    Author: @verobatto (BENKA79)

    Artist: @soleeryx

    Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

    Rated: Mature

    Lenght: 5,570 words

    Warnings: N/A

    Tags: Tags: Sci Fi AU, police officer!Dean, genius!Castiel, AI invention, cyber terrorists, hacker!Castiel, action, strangers to lovers, socially awkward Castiel.


    When the incredible AI Angel contacts officer Dean Winchester in his own computer, the newbie cop didn't expect he was about to live such an incredible adventure. There's a cyber attack coming to his country and he needs to seek for Castiel Novak, a young and famous genius who's the one that created AI Angel. He is the only one that can stop this attack. Will Dean be able to find him on time?

    Link to Fic

    Link to Art

    #bottom dean big bang #bottom!dean #bdbb2021#destiel art#destiel fic#masterpost
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  • astermacguffin
    23.06.2021 - 18 hours ago

    Angels function as a symbiotic "hive" species (not necessarily a hivemind) in canon, which makes Falling from grace such an intense (if not painful and traumatic) experience. This is why I'm so fascinated by how different fics confront this fact. This might translate into Castiel's desire to have more children, either through adoption (or really just stealing other people's children) or, in more explicit fics, a desire to procreate and breed.

    There's one specific interpretation of this that fascinates me, though. It's when Cas literally just replaces the Host's metaphysical role in his existence with Dean, creating a two-person Heaven. This doesn't necessarily mean that they literally worship the other as God (though metaphorically & romantically it comes close), but that they literally create a Host-like symbiosis with each other. Anyways, go read this fic if you wanna see Dean & Cas recharging through each other's grace/soul.

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  • maleyah-givemetomorrow
    23.06.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Pure (A Destiel fix-it fic)

    Rating: Teen and up

    Tags: Fix-it, human!Castiel, domestic, fluff, comfort

    Wordcount: 699

    Series: part 6 of the season 15 codas

    Residing in a sleepy thousand-yard stare, Dean is dimly aware of the bird activity outside their window dwindling as daylight finally recedes. The deep calm of night is still out of reach on this humidity-heavy Saturday night. He sighs when the curtain moves, as if a cooling breeze intended to pick up. Not yet. They’re stuck with this for another week.

    At long last, Cas is asleep. He’s lying on his flank, one arm dangling off the side of the bed from when he petted Miracle to sleep, soothing himself. These hot summer nights take it out of him. The discomfort that comes with being human. With the stress of moving house and the realization he’s not as immune to all those little discomforts as he once was.

    Dean runs his thumb over the sweet spot between Cas shoulders. On either side are the scars. The moment he touches him, Cas goes lax, his breath heavier under the caress. Cas’ ribcage rising and falling under the soft inside of Dean's arm, he holds still to enjoy the sweet intimacy of the moment. Theirs alone.

    No cases. No other residents besides Miracle. A garden. Dinner every night at 7pm, like clockwork. Television cuddles on the couch. Sitting on the deck with a drink, watching the sun come up or set. Tinkering on his car and bike. Tending their vegetables, flowers and bees. The ease of being in the same room together, each doing their own thing. Cas bringing in swag from his solo walks: pretty rocks, feathers, flowers and leaves. They gather some in glass jars, others in the flower press. Dean sharing the oddest bits of literature and pop culture. Playing tug-o-war with Miracle, though he is getting old. Actual weekends. A normal job.

    Dean runs a small scrapyard-slash-repair shop and Cas works at the local flower store. They host dinners for Jody, Donna and the girls. They have board game and movie nights with Gabe, Sam and Eileen. They attend conventions with Charlie and Stevie. Not everyone is alive, but finally, it feels as if everyone is here. Present.

    Life is good.

    He closes his eyes, nose pressed to the nape of Cas’ neck. He smells like rain, even though not a drop has fallen in over a week. They showered together before bed, Cas pressed up against him, the tiles still balmy at his back. A quiet affair, all wet kisses and slow. Dean likes them slow. The languid feel of their entwined bodies, gasping on each other’s lips. The affinity he’s developed for every pitch in Cas’ breath. How his entire being expands under Cas’ touch, a slow-building wave of emotions and he’s whispering endless praises. Every time.

    The love he was unable to express has turned into an endless source of words. Whispered, spoken purely, questioned in fear, yelled in anger, and whispered in adoration over and over, to every part of Cas, visible and invisible alike.

    Every time, Cas’ soul seems to emanate the grace of angels, and Dean dies and revives a little inside. He stopped blaming himself years ago. Now it’s an endless loop of revival. Rebirth, growth, and scorched soil, all that holds them together blooming time and again, stronger and deeper each time.

    His breath escapes between trembling lips. He stares through the open window over the slope of Cas’ shoulder, the fan bringing a remote sense of coolness inside. The sky is a greyish blue, the late summer light fading to make way for the stars. He inches closer until they’re pressed together. Cas tends to flee body heat during these hot summer nights, so he takes what he can get while he is awake. He breathes in his husband’s rainy scent and traces his lips over the meaty part of his shoulder.

    Today is a whisper. “I love you.”

    Cas always responds. Or maybe Dean likes to imagine he does. That Cas chooses to confirm their bond, even while in a deep sleep, and Dean is wide awake, their minds separated as far as human minds can be. On a hum, Cas presses against his chest. Dean cradles him, arms like wings, until sleep eventually comes for him.

    Read other installments on AO3

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  • trueformlesbians
    23.06.2021 - 20 hours ago


    If one were to seek an expert on Men, for what godforsaken reason one might need one, Dean Winchester isn’t the healthy choice, but he is the most knowledgeable one.
    This isn't a story about building a man.

    [read on ao3] 1.8k words

    For @transnaturalweek Day 2: Outfit

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  • destielwrite
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    dean lifting weights in the bunker while cas watches. “you should work out more often cas, vessel or not…a little muscle won’t hurt” and the angel huffs standing up from a bench. he goes over to dean’s weight bar and puts a hand on it, barely putting pressure downwards. the hunter finds himself struggling to lift it against cas’s hand and gives up halfway. “I’m a celestial being, Dean. I won’t be taunted by a human who works out and goes to stuff his face with bacon cheese burgers.” dean rolls his eyes, wiping his face with a towel. he throws it at cas.

    “Alright, Alright…you just look wimpy”

    “I am not wimpy. I can assure you. You have seen me in battle.”

    “Cas, I’m just joking, lighten up man.”

    “Considering all things, you on the other hand have put on weight. Your stomach is an oval shape.”

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  • pluviophilicas
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    listen, if you need a feel-good, pick-me-up, literally-made-me-cry-happy-tears fic:

    "You and Us" by casloveshisfreckles on ao3

    basically dean and cas were high school lovers and meet each other again twenty-five years later at their reunion. dad dean and dad cas, soulmate shit. literally no angst at all, just happiness, some smut, i cannot put into words how happy this fic made me. i will never need another fic ever again
    #supernatural#fic rec #pluviophilicas fic rec #dean winchester you deserve the world #destiel fic rec #dean winchester#spn #this fic made my period cramps go away #deancas #god this is literally everything to me
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  • biwinchester
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    ok guys guys guys listen to me

    i'm currently reading tell me about the dream by playedwright on ao3 for the first time

    i'm in chapter 7/11 and i am SAD causa it's nearly over but i'm also EXTREMELY HAPPY


    i'll probably read it all over again as soon as i finish it

    (unfortunately i couldn't find the author's @ so if anyone knows please let me know)

    #i mean i can't even begin to explain to you how much i love it #it's this SLOW slow burn #but it's also fluff #IT'S DESTIEL #AND CLAIRE IS THEIR DAUGHTER #IT'S POST SEASON 5 AU #IT'S PERFECT I PROMISE #also human cas #and it has their little family dynamic #it's great i love it #please read it #please please please #also my english is probably kinda weird rn #but it's my third language and i'm VERY tired so bear with me #destiel#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#deancas#fic rambling#fic recommendation
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  • mybrainproblems
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    Cas has thousands of eyes and turns every single one to Dean. Counts every individual freckle and catalogs its location, follows the scuffed wrinkle of skin over each knuckle, watches the metronomic beat of his heart pulse through his cells.

    He already knows by name every cell in the hand that now reaches out. A gentle brush of a fingertip on the wrist and a quiet request.


    #destiel#spn #fic i will not write #fic idea #trueform!cas
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  • mybrainproblems
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    Dean at a wrestling show. That's it, that's the fic. It's just vignettes of Dean at wrestling shows through the years and it's just little snapshots of him at different times.

    1988: Shoulder aches and he winces at the sudden shriek of feedback from the MC's mike and remembers how his dad hates it when he flinches on the recoil

    2021: Shoulder aches from holding Jack up so he can see the ring better, Cas slides their fingers together and the ache dulls

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