An unofficial illustration I did for shotgunsinlace’s DCBB: The Dreamer and the Mystic.
It’s a stunning, beautiful Dean/Cas fic, full to the brim with porn for the imagination. (And actual porn.) I highly recommend you go check it out. c:
Credit for armour design goes to the-little-shipper!
I guess I’m close to blasphemy if Cas isn’t a black cat - but today, he’s a fluffy Siamese house cat, lost and lonely in the Big Outside.
And he just met Dean, the badass alley cat that’s somehow quite intent on following him around and keeping him safe.
Cas feels like he’s met Dean in some other of his nine lives… and where did that mysterious paw print on Dean’s side come from…?
Dean pranced around the small forest clearing, showing off his antlers and his body for the group of female deer standing on the sidelines, watching him. There were other males in the clearing too and he eyed them warily, wondering which he’d need to fight in the upcoming weeks during Mating Season.
He felt another set of eyes on him and he turned. The owner of the gaze was another buck, about Dean’s age with a magnificent set of antlers. However, the other buck wasn’t showing off for the girls, he was simply staring at Dean. Dean strode over to a nearby tree and vigorously rubbed off some of the velvet still clinging to his antlers. He stretched and threw his head, puffing himself up and strutting around the clearing as though looking for a fight. Every so often, he checked to make sure the other male was watching his display. He was.
None of the males displaying in the clearing noticed the direction of his gaze. None seemed inclined to pick a fight with him and he grumbled; he was a great fighter, how was he supposed to show off if no one would compete?
Then suddenly, the other buck moved from the sidelines and cut a path straight to Dean, head held high. Dean stopped and stared, eyeing the buck’s strong flanks and his shapely hindquarters.
“You don’t need to impress me. I’ve been watching you for a while,” the other buck said, coming to a halt closer to Dean than most males would get to another so close to the Season. Dean inhaled and the other buck’s scent filled his nostrils and his urge to mate rose higher.
“Who are you?” Dean asked, moving even closer to the buck and trying to urge him off of the field. Dean shot wary glances at the other bucks, but none seemed interested in his prize.
“Castiel,” the deer replied.
For burningjackets becasue of her tag on this post: #someone make destiel fanart #i will pay you in gum
There’s fanfic! Written by burningjackets and myself (almaasi)~
3,200 words, PG-13
Summary: Dean and Cas are deer, and then they’re not. Cas is having angel issues.
Written for Pickles (www.preservedcucumbers.tumblr.com) because of something she said in last night’s Livestream. Sorry this doesn’t exactly follow the prompt, I misheard and had this written before I realized. >_<
Very slight Destiel hints, mostly just kid!Cas and Gabriel interaction. Approx. 450 words
Wings
Gabriel found Castiel behind the shed, a can of paint still clutched in his chubby little hands. One wing was covered in drying paint, a few feathers sticking out at awkward angles. Gabriel winced in sympathy; that would take forever to wash out and the cleaning would probably require the removal of several feathers.
He crouched next to Castiel and bumped the tiny angel’s chin gently. Castiel looked up, his enormous blue eyes wet and red-rimmed.
“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” Gabriel asked, though he could guess. Children were cruel, be they angels, humans, or demons. Castiel’s wings attracted a lot of attention and it was never the good kind.
“Nothing,” Castiel said, voice small. He half-heartedly tried to shove the paint can behind his back, though he knew that Gabriel had already seen it. Gabriel gently pried the can out of his hands, holding it delicately with his forefinger and thumb so his hand wouldn’t get covered in the white paint.
“I see,” he said, staring at the can. Castiel looked at the ground, the feathers on his clean wing fluttering with nerves. His other wing drooped, the paint weighing it down. Gabriel sighed. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He held out his hand to the child. Castiel took it and allowed himself to be escorted from behind the shed, drawing his wings in tight to his body. The motion probably pulled on some of his still-drying feathers, but Castiel only sniffled.
“Not all angel wings are white, Cassie,” Gabriel said, one of his own honey-colored wings against Castiel’s back. “You don’t need to paint them.
“You’re an archangel,” Castiel said. “Your wings are pretty. Mine are just…” He flexed the clean wing, displaying the black feathers.
“My wings are no prettier than any other angels’, including yours,” Gabriel said. He thought for a moment. “Well, maybe they are, but that’s not because of the color, it’s because they’re attached to this handsome fellow.” He grinned. Castiel smiled back. “One day you’re going to meet someone who doesn’t even see the color of your feathers, all right, kiddo? Until then, hold your head up high because you are the only angel with black wings. You’re meant for something special.”
Castiel nodded seriously, the gears turning in his tiny brain. He had no idea then that Gabriel’s promise would end up being literally true.
Years down the road, when Castiel flew into Hell and came out with Heaven’s Righteous Man, the human who dubbed him ‘Cas’ and called him friend, the human who Castiel grew to cherish, he had found someone who couldn’t see his wings at all.
END
celestial-paradigms: Would this make the Impala a reef?
Yes. It does. There’s lava. (Which is really fun to draw, by the way.)
rudzik: The reason I follow you is because I like the things you say, your comments, your tags. Why I don’t understand is why you followed me back. Acctually it freaked me a little because I don’t expect others to follow me back. It’s totally ok when they don’t. :)
Yay, fish for me. I would say Castiel, but you have drawn him already. I ask for Dean!fish so Cas!fish won’t be alone :)
Dean!fish, as requested~
I’d put a hand print on him, but fish fins don’t really look like anything. He makes for a pretty badass fish, I think.
“This is riduculous,” Dean muttered to himself, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. He trailed behind Sam and Cas, his eyes resting on the form of his angel while scenes from last night played back in his mind. Oh yes, he was definitely going to have Cas bring out the wings again.
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(Fic made specially for this by bookkbaby)
Thank you so much~
Lucifer, that’s the wrong moose. Sammy clearly has more fabulous hair.
Somehow I don’t think these two are as good drinking buddies as the other two.
“Dean, this is inappropriate attire, not to mention impractical.”
Inspired by this particular wonderment.
I like to call it Very Close Talking.
We can wait together.
Re-uploading as a photoset because it looks kind of terrible as a full picture.
