d e s t i n y ;
we ripped up the ending... and rules... and destiny... leaving nothing but freedom and choice.
In the light of ‘Cas has always been in love with Dean’, I just randomly thought about how he tried using his “real voice” in Lazarus Rising to get to Dean bc “special people can perceive my true visage” and “I thought you would be one of them” like imagine his sheer EMBARRASSMENT when he realised he had basically just been…….screaming inhumanly at his crush. Over-excitement for his completely new feelings maybe?
Cas in 4x01:
“he’s cute act normal aaAAAHHḢ̸̢͉̺͓̰͎͎͈̦́͌̔͆̍͌̂͋̔̽̈͑̚̕͝͠ ̴̢̥̥͚̩̲͍̝̱̦̱͌̎͂͛̄̃Ḥ̷̭̝̖̥̇͑̏̔͂͌̉̆̔͐̄̄̒͐͗̕ ̷̢̞̠̬͖͍̣̠̹̳̝̰́̀̒̔̿̈́̾͗͋͘͝͝͝ͅE̴̢̛̛͈̅̃̃̀̒͗͐̂̄̈̎̾̌͛̽̑̐͠ͅ ̶̧̡͙̪̰̠̥͇͑̕͝ͅL̸̨̡̬̰̭̼͙̺̹͐͐͆̋͋͆̈́̀̂̔͐̓͆̎͊͘̚͝͠ ̷͔̍͑L̷͕̯̺̙̦̃̈́͗̾͆̽̓̅͝͝ ̵͎̮͋̓̓̅̍͋̋̓͊̕Ọ̴̢̡̡̮̼̞̞̙̘̖̤̱̮͔̓̂͋͝ͅ ̷̻͛̏͐̋̌̀̿̊͋̂̈́͌͒̌̄̂̌̇̚̚ ̶̨̨̘͔̹͓͚͙̪̔̅̽̎͑̀̈̊͊̽̈́̍̔͌̋̀͂́͝͝ ̵̨̻̟̖͙̦̘͍͙̰̩̣̤̜̙̗͇̤̈́̉̀͒͑̍͋̉̃͆̋͆͐̇̿̿D̴̢̛̛̠̹̯̖̜̳̗̱͐̔̈̀̈̽͂̀̑̌͋̑̚͠ ̷̫̭̞̤̭͛̅͑̏̈́̾̀̐͘Ȩ̵̭̹͇̪̖̦̙̦̙̗̦̟̑̅́͑̔̄̀̇̒͛̇̌̎̓̔̏̐̚̚̚͜͠ ̶̢̛̥͍̗̯̹̞̳̞̜̦̌̉̑̄̈̽̑̓͊́̔́̐̄͐̅͑̒͘͝A̶͉̔͋̈͂̚ ̶̮̥͆̋̐̿Ṅ̵͚̤̲͇͔̤̅̃͋́̊̓̈́̓́͐̈̆͘”
#spn#s: destiel#oh my gOD#imagine:#cas: I am going to use my true voice to speak to him for the first time 😊#other angels: no don’t do that#cas: I will do that 😊#other angels: cas don’t do that u might kill him#cas: no I won’t he is special 😊#other angels: no u just think he’s sexy please just take a vessel#cas: no 😊
tags via @lordwhat
I slipped.
Just call it what it is, we don’t pretend it’s real
It’s been a very long while since I drew anything epic and time-consumming , thus here it is!
I wanted to portray that : While Cas is healing Dean of his demonic side , Castiel is also getting human because of Dean. It’s a two-side change.
I like drawing Demon!Dean so much
Hosted by the Writers of Destiel discord server, these were the wonderful fics written for our Valentine’s Fic Exchange 2020!
Faithfully by @cr-noble-writes for @envydean
Castiel is very unhappy with the fact that Dean is working on Valentine’s Day. But maybe he can be forgiven. (Rated G, 1.3k)
Got Something To Chauffeur This Night by @envydean for @gii-heylittleangel
Dean is just a chauffeur… and also a fake date for his favourite client, Castiel Novak. Pie was on offer, and Dean will do anything for pie and Castiel. (Rated T, 5.6k)
In The Ballroom by @gii-heylittleangel for @allmystars-i
The high school dance was useless in Castiel’s opinion; there was nothing to do, people were incredibly annoying, and he would be alone. But, having Charlie Bradbury as his best friend, he had no choice but to go; after all, there was a tiny chance he would get tacos after the party.
Castiel did not get tacos but he got something a lot better. (Rated G, 2.5k)
Always Worth The Wait by @allmystars-i, for @jimminovak
After a tense phone call the night before, Castiel’s not sure what’s going on with his boyfriend, and when he can’t get ahold of him the next day, he starts to worry. Is Dean going to break up with him? On Valentine’s Day of all days? (Rated T, 2.5k)
The Curious Case of Dr. Sexy by @jimminovak, for @fangirlingtodeath513
Castiel needs to get over his best friend Dean, who is totally straight and out of his league. Charlie helps him by making him talk to the cute lingerie blogger Cas has been eyeing. He finds himself slowly falling for the stranger and hopes that perhaps this guy can get his mind off Dean. (Rated E, 8.6k)
Acts of Service by @fangirlingtodeath513, for @galaxystiel
Dean Winchester, co-owner of Torchwood Treats, is hopelessly in love with one of his customers. With some help from meddling friends and a common interest in Doctor Sexy, can Dean actually manage to ask Castiel on a date?
Or, 5 times Dean serves Castiel and 1 time he doesn’t. (Rated G, 4.5k)
Revolution by @galaxystiel for @thunderthighsmish
It seems that even love cannot conquer a class divide, but maybe there’s a little more to it than that? (Rated G, 1.7k)
The Only One I Care Enough To Hurt About by @thunderthighsmish for @cr-noble-writes
Dean’s forgetting something…
If only he knew what it was. (Rated T, 1.1k)
beefcakemish-deactivated2021070:
*Dean staring at Cas from across the table for several minutes*
Cas: *eyebrow raised* What?
Dean: Will you be my Valentine?
Cas: *sighing heavily* We’ve been married for six years, Dean.
Dean: So… Is that a yes?
Revolution (AO3)
Summary: It seems that even love cannot conquer a class divide, but maybe there’s a little more to it than that? 1.8k
Written for the @writersofdestiel ‘Valentine’s Fic Exchange 2020′, for the wonderful @thunderthighsmish, who requested a historical AU.
The pounding on the oak door was sudden, loud, and showing no signs of stopping. The unrest within the city had left all of the aristocracy and nobility within Paris feeling uneasy, and the abrupt banging on the door only further served to leave an unsettled feeling in the stomachs of the residents of this particular household.
Vicomte Castiel Novak exchanged equally distressed looks with his parents, before abandoning his dinner to answer the insistent knocking. He stopped their housekeeper, Ellen, as she made for the door, instead sending her back to her duties in the kitchen.
As he pulled open the door, Castiel’s heart skipped a beat as Dean stood before him. It had been almost a year since he’d last seen his childhood best friend and first love, and for a moment nothing but happiness enveloped him. He hadn’t changed much at all, really. Same green eyes, same countless freckles, same dirt smudges across his cheek—
Right. The reason Castiel hadn’t seen Dean in nearly a year came flooding back and his eyes widened as he glanced backwards into the house, to make sure his parents hadn’t seen him. After their fight on Valentine’s Day, after Dean had pushed him away, Castiel’s parents had vowed to have Dean arrested if he ever came near their family home again.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to crowd Dean backwards so he could close the door behind them. Despite being recognised as an adult, Castiel was all too aware of what his parents thought of Dean, and had no intention of letting them see him.
“They’re coming.” Dean’s face was defiant under all the dirt, but there was something very akin to fear in his eyes.
Got Something To Chauffeur This Night
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Tags: Chauffeur!Dean, businessman!cas, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Charity Gala, Class Divide, Fluff, Minor Angst, smarmy bosses, dick is a dick, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Valentines Promptus Exchangarama
Word Count: 5,627
Summary: Dean is just a chauffeur… and also a fake date for his favourite client, Castiel Novak. Pie was on offer, and Dean will do anything for pie and Castiel.Read on AO3 | Written for @writersofdestiel Valentines Fic Exchange for @gii-heylittleangel
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Dean brings the Lincoln Town Car to a slow halt when he reaches the gate to the Novak residence before winding down his window and pressing the button to speak.
“Eight AM car for C. Novak,” Dean announces. The speaker crackles for a moment and then there’s a distinct buzz as the gates begin to open.
He’s met, as always, with the two storey home that projects how wealthy the residents are inside without hesitation. It’s mostly daylight now so the outside lights are off and a few of the curtains are open, showing lights on inside the house. He can’t see any movement, but his arrival has been announced so likely his passenger is heading out of the door.
It’s one of the things he likes about C. Novak. He’s always punctual. The rest of his family, not so much. The amount of times he’s had to wait nearly half an hour for Z. Novak to step in to the back of his car is innumerable and he’s only been working for them for three years.
Briefly lost in his thoughts, Dean only realises that Castiel has left the house when he hears the back door open.
“Morning, Mr. Novak,” Dean greets, twisting in his seat a little and watching as he slides across to sit diagonally from Dean and buckling himself in. Dean hears him sigh loudly and sees him close his eyes before opening them and looking straight at Dean.
“Please, for the last time, call me Castiel,” Castiel says with a smile.
“Alright, Cas,” Dean replies, using the only nickname Castiel hasn’t complained about. “How are you this morning?”
“Tired, and I didn’t have time to make myself a coffee.“
"Didn’t you get the butler to make it?” Dean teases, putting the car in gear and easing out of the driveway and back onto the quiet road that leads up to the Novak house.
“We don’t have a butler,” Castiel says and Dean sees him frown in the rearview mirror.
Dean checks the time on his watch—8:11am—and realises that they have time to stop at a coffee place if Cas wants to. “We can stop at The Honeycomb, if you want.”
“Ooh, please, if you don’t mind.” He watches Cas light up at the idea and it makes Dean happy in turn.
“Anything for you,” Dean says with a smile and indicates to pull off the main highway and into the small town just off it. The coffee shop isn’t far away, and it’s run by one of Dean’s close friends so he knows the quality of the coffee is great and their sweet treats just as much.
Commission for @wayward-dream who donated to @idjit, they asked for an art piece to accompany this wonderful fic, hallelujah by @wanderingcas.
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“Destiel in Royals” - Digital Oil Painting
Another palette challenge, they’re in the backseat of the car and both of them look like they’re thinking “what now?” because neither knows how to make the first move. Palette challenge found here.
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Morning Sunshine (AO3)
Summary: Castiel visits Morning Sunshine bakery every day before work. 6.2k
Written for the Writers of Destiel ‘Writer’s Choice’ Bingo for the prompt ‘Bakery AU’.
Many many thanks to @fangirlingtodeath513 and the Writers of Destiel discord for supporting me through this fic.
FRIDAY
Castiel pushed open the door to Morning Sunshine Bakery with only a mild amount of hesitation. His concern was pushed aside to be momentarily forgotten as warmth washed over him from the interior. The scene of sugary sweetness, fresh pastries, and freshly-brewed coffee assaulted his senses and Castiel inhaled deeply.
For a moment, it was heavenly. And then he remembered why he’d been reluctant to open the door in the first place.
“Dean,” the redhead behind the counter bellowed. “Your favourite customer is here!”
Castiel tried to signal for Charlie to stop, but it was too late. There was the sound of clattering out the back and then the source of Castiel’s daily irritation burst through the door from the kitchens. Great. The baker was seemingly oblivious to the flour that was smeared all up his cheek, but it did nothing to hide how attractive he was.
Sighing, Castiel cut his losses. “Good morning. A medium black coffee and—
Dean was being watched.That was impossible, of course, because Sam and Eileen were out for the night on a date, Castiel was on his weekly therapeutic grocery shopping trip, and Dean was by himself in the bunker’s laundry room.
And yet -
He paused after tossing a ball of wadded up flannel into the washer and looked over his shoulder into the empty space around him.
Dean huffed out a breath and shook his head.
He was just getting paranoid.
-
It was two in the morning and Dean was humming to himself in his boxers and robe as he cooked a spontaneous omelette that his stomach had demanded - he was but a servant to its nightly whims.
And then he felt it again.
Something was watching him.
Dean froze when the sensation washed over him, familiar in a foreign way but not familiar enough to bring him any kind of comfort.
In one smooth motion that years of hunting had ingrained in him, Dean grabbed a knife from his fancy knife block that he’d splurged on during a different late night and whipped around, only catching a glimpse of a tan trench coat as it left the door frame.
Letting out a relieved breath, Dean poked his head out the door and frowned when the only thing that greeted him was a dark hallway.
“Cas?” He called, lowering his knife.
The hallway didn’t answer.
-
“So, are you doing like a voyeurism thing now, or what?”
Castiel looked up from the fantasy novel he’d been reading, glanced both to his left and right like there was a possibility that Dean could possibly be talking to someone else in the middle of the bunker’s library where only the two of them had been for the past couple of hours.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Dean gestured towards him with a book in one hand, “It’s fucking creepy, dude. You have my full permission to stare longingly at this mug whenever you want but you’re gonna get another knife in the chest if you keep up trying to be sneaky about it. I’ve got hunter instincts, man.”
Castiel blinked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said after a moment’s pause.
“I’ve seen you.” Dean said with an eye-roll. “The jig is up.”
“Dean, I genuinely don’t know what you’re referring to.” Castiel said with a frown. “I’ve never spied on you.”
Castiel seemed to take a moment to reevaluate something.
“In recent years.” He amended.
“Ha!”
“Dean -”
“Alright, well, if it’s not you, who is it?”
Castiel shrugged his shoulders once.
“I haven’t detected anyone entering the bunker that isn’t supposed to be here.” Castiel said, his eyes flicking back down to his reading. “Maybe you have a ghost.”
Dean squinted at Castiel, looking for any sign that he was being messed with, and sat back down in his chair.
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Iridescent (AO3)
Summary: Castiel experiences life through colours. 1.1k
Written for the Writers of Destiel ‘Writer’s Choice’ Bingo for the prompt ‘Watercolour’.
Thanks to @envydean for being an amazing beta and helping me brainstorm!
Castiel experienced life through colours.
It was somewhat different to synesthesia, where colours could be associated with people or objects. No, there was a certain amount of detached empathy in Castiel’s world spectrum. The letter ‘S’ didn’t come with an association of navy blue, nor any other colour for that matter. The colours were emotions.
But not his own.
People actively changed colour depending on their primary emotion. Castiel could walk down the street and see a woman change from a vivid cerulean to a muted tangerine and back again as she passed by a particularly persistent panhandler, or a man whose entire silhouette lit up golden yellow when he received a call from his fiancee. The colours were everywhere, often as fleeting as the emotions they represented, and Castiel was enthralled by it all.
It was beautiful and fascinating, and no two colours were ever the same at any time. He supposed it all came down to the experience of the individual, how heightened they felt that particular emotion and what was causing it. It had taken him a long time to understand that there were people behind the colours, identities that could not be summed up by the level of wrath or excitement they were feeling that day. If he focused hard enough, he could tune out the colours and focus on the face behind them. But not completely. There was always a tinge that betrayed what the person in question was feeling.
