all the destiel

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Grind

     Weight braced by the ropes that bind, Dean allows himself to give in. To descend. To fall with dirty fingernails anchored against Cas’s chest. In return: the most gorgeous music. He’s fucked to Zeppelin a hundred times or more, but the chords and riffs he pulls from the angel are more precious, more beautiful. 

     He descends into the moment, headfirst, a swan dive. Plunges into water, comes up drenched in sweat and shivering in pleasure as clothed hips grind desperately against his companion’s cock. This, and this, and this. Just so. Fingers curl into the rope, wrists tug at his restraints. He remains bound, shackled to his high, and to his love.

     To give. All of himself. His everything. Arms above his head, just as Cas had asked. He can be good, too, from time to time.

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Husk

      You remember huskin’ corn down in Indiana. Dad was gone a lot that year. Job didn’t pay for shit, but helped you get by when the money was tight. And money was always tight. 

      You spent fifty cents tryin’ to win your pops a watch out of one of those claw machines. You don’t say ‘I love you’ in families like yours. Practical gifts are permitted. A bottle of beer, a candy bar from the grocery store, given’ your kid brother the last bowl of Lucky Charms.

      You didn’t win the watch. You won a medallion instead with an angel on it. Said ‘angels are watching over you’, same thing your mom used to say before she died. You tossed the coin in the river. Used it to make a wish. The angel hears you, but it’s not your time yet. The world isn’t ready for you.

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Star

     He’s a star, and you’re his satellite. He’s lost, somewhere out in the vastness of the universe, and you’re sending signals to find him, never knowing if they’ll reach him. They are prayers and they are desperate.

     Your hands bleed from wringing them, and from clawing at the Earth to demand he comes back to the home he never knew he had. The one with you. The one where you erase the last few chapters, and when he tells you he loves you, you say it back. When they wrote your story, you always knew it would be a tragedy, but you’d hoped they’d spare him the same.

     Breaker, breaker, one, two…

     Breaker, breaker, one, two….

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Dean + Cas + concealed weapons

[id: 10 pictures representing people that sam has lost in one way or another with a quote from the adventure zone overlaid. 1 - jess: “when someone leaves your life,” 2 - jack: “those exits are not made equal.” 3 - rowena: “some are beautiful,” 4 - cas: “and poetic,” 5 - bobby: “and satisfying,” 6 - jo and ellen: “others are abrupt” 7 - charlie and kevin: “and unfair.” 8 - eileen: “but most are just unremarkable,” 9 - mary: “unintentional,” 10 - dean: “clumsy.” end id.]

south ; by hippo campus

On nights like this, when everything feels overwhelming, Castiel enjoys coming to the roof where it’s quiet and peaceful—just him and the vast emptiness of the sky.

Tonight is one such night, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Watching the stars has always calmed his mind, and tonight is no different.

Castiel loses track of how long he stays there, deep in his own mind, until the silence is broken by careful footsteps.

“Thought I’d find you up here,” Dean says quietly as he sits down.

They don’t talk after that—just lie side-by-side, looking up at the stars, together.

yeah i got weird fucked up cas drawings you want digital or traditional? ah take em both kid this one’s on the house

🌱plant dad cas (ref)🌱

To Hold In Your Hands (T, 6k)

reverse!verse, angel dean, hunter cas, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

written for tiamatv for the @profoundnet gift exchange

some cas in black doodles from last night

Happy birthday zee!!!