Reblogged deancrowleycas
lines that do get to me a little i will admit
housenatural
hiring these two for the reboot
real reason jimmy agreed to get posessed by an angel was because Amelia couldn’t cook for shit
Reblogged friendofcarlotta
Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “half a world away”
Author: loversantiquities @tragidean Artist: @witchy-worm
Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length: 19,000 words Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Finale, Injuries, Getting Back Together, Gracefic Relationships: Dean/Castiel
Summary:
Blood--All Dean remembers of the incident is blood, and all he feels is the pain of wounds he can't see unless Sam holds a mirror up to his back. Banishing Castiel away from Billie and the Entity worked, maybe a little too well. Meanwhile halfway across the country, a mysterious man washes up in the middle of a freak storm off the Florida coast, paralyzed and mute, but with the ability to tell his nurse just who he is.
Almost half a world away, Castiel crashlands, and Dean believes in his heart that he killed him. But the world is small, and maybe, just maybe, for once, Dean is wrong.
Excerpt:
The second time, he wakes slower, with the sun pouring through the slats in the blinds and a warm, heavy blanket wrapped around him, so close to smothering that it would almost feel suffocating, if not for the cotton in his head. And his legs, and his arms, his limbs lead weights atop the mattress. He tries, once, to wiggle his toes, and sighs aloud in relief when they move.
So I’m alive, he thinks, blinking up at the acoustic tile ceiling. So it was all a dream.
Lifting his hand, a needle tugs under his skin, and a cold tube brushes against the hairs dotting his arm. Over his shoulder, Dean notices the machine at his side, monitoring his blood pressure and heart rate, along with other numbers he doesn’t understand. A set of plastic bedrails catch his attention—that, and the gray weighted blanket wrapped around him, from his toes to his neck. Keeping him comfortable—keeping him still.
“Am I dead?” Dean asks the empty air. He manages to free his other hand and rubs between his eyes, his movements sluggish, heavy. Stubble dots his jaw. How long have I been out? “Feel dead.”
“Last I checked, you’re breathing,” a man answers from the corner. Turning his head, he spots Sam sitting in a chair by the window, the skin beneath his eyes dark and his hair in desperate need of a wash. He sets the magazine in his hands down atop the small adjoining table; his shoulders slump, the tension finally bleeding away. “How’re you feeling?”
Dean hums a noise, still idly petting the beginnings of a beard on his face. “What’ve they got me on?”
Sam sighs and makes his way to his feet, the chair creaking under the strain. One of his knees pops; if he were more awake, Dean might laugh. “Morphine and a sedative. You’ve… Do you know where you are?”
Posting date: February 2, 2026
Reblogged friendofcarlotta
Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Countdown”
Author: @friendofcarlotta Artist: @universalcas
Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 45,000 words Tags: Inspired by Countdown (2025), Getting Back Together, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Brief Castiel/Meg
Summary:
LAPD Detective Dean Winchester has spent months investigating an underground smuggling ring. In chasing a new lead, he discovers that the smugglers are part of a plot to detonate a dirty bomb in downtown LA. When he shares this information with his superiors, he’s unexpectedly taken off the case.
Determined to keep investigating on his own, Dean soon finds more than he bargained for. All signs point to the mastermind behind the bomb plot being someone Dean hasn’t seen in years: his ex-boyfriend Castiel Novak.
Excerpt:
Dean’s hands still haven’t steadied when he gets home. He’s shaken, pent-up, confused. Part of him always hoped that he’d see Cas again someday, just from a distance. Just so he’d know that Cas was alright.
Careful what you wish for is a cliche for a reason.
He drops his keys by the door, toes off his boots and shrugs out of his flannel. Off to one side of his crappy one-bedroom, he’s installed a workout corner to help him channel his frustrations. It’s kept him from putting his fist through a wall more than once.
Walking to the pull-up bar, he reaches up and grips it with both hands. His muscles strain as he lifts his own weight up, up, just high enough to clear the bar with his chin.
One, two.
Cas grinning at Dean in the passenger seat, eyes hidden behind sunglasses he stole from the glove compartment.
Three, four.
Cas at Santa Monica Pier after midnight, pulling Dean down onto the beach, waltzing with him in the moonlight.
Five, six.
Cas wearing a suit and a flasher coat, looking over bomb schematics like he’s studying them.
Shit.
Dean makes it to ten before he drops back down to the floor, as frustrated as ever, and now also sweating. He strips off the rest of his clothes, not bothering with a hamper. He just needs to relax. Distract himself for a few minutes so he can get his head on straight.
The flash of ink in the mirror as he walks into the bathroom doesn’t help. He thought he was done letting it bother him, but today brought it all back. Every single thing he’d hoped he was done feeling.
Maybe he should finally get the damn thing lasered off. Cas probably did his long ago.
Posting date: February 3, 2026
Reblogged uhoh-spn
one of these is not like the others...
Reblogged
I bet this is a take someone has already said but I believe the real reason destiel became a ship so hard is cause Jensen cant stop looking at mishas lips! Im not even try to make it a cockles thing (even tho I do ship it) but like why is there so many scenes where Dean just stares at castiel's lips!!! And not even in a "I cant hear you very well" no like a "brain is empty, lip look amazing" typa way!
LIKE THOSE WERE DEFINITELY NOT IN THE SCRIPT!!!
((I did not make these gifs))
Reblogged bloodydeanwinchester
yesterday someone told me “you look like someone who genuinely watched supernatural.” what does that mean ???
i fear this is worse than calling you the f slur
Reblogged sheepstiel
there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago
me cross eyed and seeing double:
Reblogged armandgender
Okay, I am really obsessed with this joke. I literally reblog it every time I see it.
prev has infected me and i’m now legally obliged to reblog this every time i see it
Reblogged jemariel
In love with the fact that Dean met an angel of the lord and was immediately like ‘yeah, I want to make him think about me having sex with my huge dick’.
I love that matching Cas’s energy was just Dean lowering his voice and casually mentioning his dick
Dean Winchester the man that you are
Reblogged onward--upward
Truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it.
