Favorite Destiel Moment
** Celebration Edition **
As promised, (with a day or three of delay) another favorite Destiel moment for your consideration and my amusement.
This is an official and delayed celebration for 200+ followers.
I really don’t understand how this happened. I’m Truly amazed and very grateful that you let me in on your dash to contribute to feed your Castiel, Dean and Destiel needs. Really thank you.
This should be a straight (no pun intended) gifset about a particular scene that I enjoyed in Supernatural of this two. But it turns out I will divide it in two parts, because this is too much to process in one post (even if this one is larger than life).
The first part as follow, is a regular “walk through" the scene, from my personal perspective
(and a proof of how the whirlwind known as Destiel is messing with my sanity). As usual, I want to comment about my re-discovery of this ship in this particular scene and how I enjoyed while making the edits.
The second part is a rediscovering of a constant internal debate that maybe everybody that ships Destiel can be caught into. (specially if you read smut) Inside our beloved ship, this issue has started numerous discussions and probably divided us when is time to choose between:
Bottom!Dean - Top!Cas Top!Dean - Bottom !Cas
So, expect for tomorrow the second part of this brief scene, but with long implications that I couldn't avoid to cut in two parts. So those who are not interested in such sinful and impure implications, can only focus on this fluffy post.
Again, to whomever is reading this and decided to follow me, thank you very much.
The Third Man SPN 06X03
To remind you about this episode, Sam is soulless, and this is the scene of the return of Castiel to the series since Sam went to hell. Because of this case involving biblical plagues, Dean makes the suggestion that they have to contact Castiel. Sam explains to Dean that he already try that a year ago since he returned from hell, but Cas didn’t answer any of his prayers. So Dean (I wonder why),is keen and more than eager to immediately pray and make contact with him. So he starts the pray, like this:
Now I lay me down to Sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his featherly ass down here.
Because I can, and for demonstrative purposes, I intentionally Slowed the frames of Dean’s smirk when he thinks about and mention Castiel’s ass. This was an important discovery for me, because it’s the first time I noticed this with my Destiel goggles. But thinking back then, the principal hint should had been: Why Dean will mention Castiel’s ass, as the first thing that he will like to get down? So this time I tried to “observe” this scene as any other Supernatural fan will do, and just enjoy the episode without such goggles. Flashing back to this first curious observation, maybe many bros use this language when they miss each other, and the solicitations of their bros’s ass, is a common and affectionate way, of saying I miss you bro.
Returning to Dean’s requests for Castiel’s ass prayer to ask for Castiel’s presence despite Sam´s disbelief. He took his time in this prayer asking for help to solve this case.
The detail of Dean praying will be the main focus of the second part, so here you have what happens after Dean prays.
Sam: Like I said, The son of a bitch doesn’t answer (sounds of wings as classical hint of Castiel’s arrival) He’s right behind me isn’t he?
Pay no attention to his idiot face we talk about it in the second part.
You have to admit, the face of Sam is priceless and the way he looks at Dean like accusing him of something. But Dean is cool, just answering with another smirk.
After Sam continues bitching about why Cas didn’t answer when he called him. Dean is like.
Sam: You like him better or something? This is Cas while Sam ask this question
Yes, the frames are slowed where he casually lick his lips, like any bro will do if his brother ask him: What is so special about my bro being you bro for you? Other thing to notice here is how Cas doesn’t make eye contact with Dean. Why should he? He know exactly how the eyes of his bro look like. The follow is a milestone for Destiel. Oh yes, the profound bond scene.
But bro Dean is unimpressed and still cool. And bro Sam is like, wait what?
Then, Dean gives to Cas the speech about how Sam Took one for the team by going to hell (the only thing he can give to him, speeches ;)) , so he should come down and talk to him. This is Castiel while Dean is talking.
And the first eye contact combo with lips licking, as we know is as a common custom between bros. Then Sam insist with his interrogatory about how he returned from hell, and maybe because of this we can enjoy Sassy Castiel (edited to avoid conflicts with another ship). First with the answer he gives to Sam: - What part of I don’t know escapes your understanding? And then maybe because Dean, very well assured about the Profound Bond he is like.
Yes, another mention of his ass, and watch the look Cas gives to Dean, when he listens to the orders by the other extreme of his profound bond. So Dean keeps pulling the bond to his end.
And then Sassy Castiel appears quickly to clarify he don’t take no orders from his bro, no matter how profound is their bond.
I would say this is the first newlyweds fight scene of the season. Here we can see how two bros have a mature conversation about important and relevant stuff.
So you can see here how Dean´s heart is broken by his husband bro, because he pulled the strings of the profound bond too tight for Cas´s comfort.
Here is his face in detail because I like how Cas put him on his place.
And that is the first part of this Favorite Destiel Moment, that had everything I enjoy about this two bros. Obviously in the second part I would explore the profound bond and try to give some comfort to those who sail our ship, and prefer that the wind blows in direction of Bottom!Dean (no pun intended )
Again, and again thanks to all my followers for read this and feel free to send me your suggestions so we can dissect another precious interaction of this bros that are killing me softly every time this exchanges occur.
-Plants that throw tantrums and drop half their leaves because you moved them ten feet (I’m looking at you, ficus.)
- The way vines always want to hold tendrils with one another and you
have to constantly pull them apart. Ugh. Go get a private garden!
- Those spontaneous gnat clouds that engulf you when you water stuff on a hot day.
- Kinks in hoses.
- Multiple kinks in hoses. “Still no water?! But I just untangled–oh, for the love of–”
- Wet socks.
- Japanese beetles coalescing in biblical-plague proportions, then making a feast of and having giant orgies on those roses you’ve worked so hard to maintain.And all you can do is sit and watch them be devoured while you wait days for the IPM guy to show up, because everybody else is having the same problem.
- Evergreen sap, slug slime, and other assorted substances you can’t seem to wash off your hands even though you’ve been scrubbing at the sink for five minutes.
- New cuts and bruises on a daily basis.
-Tagging roses and barberries. (see above)
-Constantly fighting the urge to repot plants that are rootbound because it would affect the price.
- Having to throw away plants that you still see potential in.
- Worst of all: Rude customers. It only takes one to ruin a day. I’ll take anything listed above over a mean customer.
Plot: Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky. Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU
Warnings: mentions of past torture/imprisonment
A/N: Italics used for Russian translations to English. This part is Bucky and Nat’s encounter with the reader from Bucky’s point of view.
They hadn’t been
expecting this Ural Mountains hidden base to be so heavily guarded.
Steve’s intel had indicated that it would’ve been relatively abandoned
considering its proximity to the Dyatlov Pass. Nat had told him about the
dead hikers from the 50s and he couldn’t deny that the details had caused the
hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
However, the pair had
descended upon the heavily armed Hydra base like a biblical plague, smiting
anything in their path. The Black Widow was a force to be reckoned with
as she seemingly flew through the stone corridors leaving dead and sentries in
her wake. Bucky was glad not to be the one on the receiving end of one of
her signature thigh choke holds. Natasha Romanov was appropriately named
“Black Widow”; beautiful but deadly.
The rain fell in sheets that night. Moving slowly over the city, the storm was reminiscent of some biblical plague.
Raphael was on patrol and the water fell from his body in rivers. Visibility was shit, but that didn’t tamper him down in the slightest. It did make for a slow night though.
Humans of the filth variety he protected the city from were staying indoors on a night like tonight.
The streetlights made the pavement look like a million tiny moons were reflecting in the puddles. It would have been beautiful if it weren’t so fucking cold.
Turning up an alley on the West side, the terrapin stalked forward through the liquid Armageddon. His massive shoulders rolled like a lions and his gait was wide and sure. He wore aggression like a fine cologne and his energy was looking for a target.
He hated the quiet nights. He felt wound too tight and was getting twitchy.
The violence he expelled was one of the few releases he had. He wasn’t much for company, not that many wanted to be around him in the first place. He’d just as soon rip your head off and tell you to go fuck your self for even looking at him funny.
Stalking through the downpour, he passed a garbage bin. One of those huge bitches that the city hoped (in vain) would contain some of the trash that littered the streets like rancid confetti.
As the mutant passed his ears registered the smallest of sounds. A human would have missed it.
But he wasn’t human.
Moving forward towards the mewling, Raph was thinking maybe it was a baby raccoon in the trash. He listened again, the sounds getting softer.
Tiny sporadic cries hit his ears, but didn’t echo like they were inside the metal bin.
Kneeling down, he started shirting through some of the debris looking for the animal the crying was coming from.
Finding nothing surrounding the container, he shoved the few hundred pounds it weighed to the side like it was made of cardboard.
There. Behind the bin, and against the grimy brick wall, lay the body of a dead cat. She’d been gone for a few days judging by the decomp her body was in. She was black and white and must have been beautiful when she was alive.
A sadness hit the mutants heart like a pinprick. He loved cats most of all. He could understand them, and they him. There was a kindred spirit in them he never found with anything or anyone else.
In a macabre way Raph wondered if the ghost of this feline called him over. Where the hell did that sound come from??
Just then his eyes caught a small movement near the mother cats back feet.
Soaking wet and lying on its side, a tiny black mass struggled to take a breath.
The minuscule kitten lay with its fur plastered to its body from the rain. It looked more like a baby bird because every one of its bones were visible. Mouth agape, the infant cat gasped for oxygen.
Without thinking twice, Raphael scooped up the kitten and held him close to his body.
Which was completely fucking useless because the weather had chilled his body to the touch.
Sometimes he hated being a cold blood.
Taking off at a dead run the mutant hurled himself through the darkness.
Heading towards a place he could find with his eyes shut, he arrived a mere ten minutes later.
Kicking in the French doors leading into the apartment from the rooftop, the woodwork shattered as if it were glass.
He’d worry about that later. Right now he had much more important things to worry about than Y/N losing her security deposit.
The female wasn’t home, but it’s not like he needed her permission to be there.
Like a male possessed he tore into the bathroom and ripped off the cabinet doors. The first aid supplies were under there and he wasn’t exactly Mr. Gentleman when he was stressed.
More like Mr. Bull In A China Shop.
Finding the heating pad, he pulled it from underneath. Pulling a towel off the glass shower, he wrapped up the tiny precious feline in his arms.
Jogging into the living room, he plugged in the heating pad and was grateful it was a 60 second heat up variety.
Taking a seat in his recliner, he placed the pad in his lap. Tentatively, he peeked at the kitten to make sure he was still breathing.
Looking into the deep terry cloth, little blue eyes met his own and blinked.
Oh, thank fuck.
Raphael gently laid the kitten still wrapped up in the towel on top of the heating pad. His large fingers stroking up and down to reassure him.
“Aw man little guy, you’re royally fucked up aren’t you? It’s okay furball. I got you now. You ain’t alone anymore. I’m gonna get you better my man. It’s all gonna be good.” The warrior whispered aloud, thankful he was alone as he said it.
Gently and rhythmically, the mutant started to rock in the chair as the kitten was warming. In the rush, it didn’t register that he was still wet.
Well, shit. The chair was gonna be soggy for a hot second.
The soft cloak of darkness covered both the cat and the turtle. Every now and again, Raph checked to make sure the kitten was still breathing.
Nestling down in the chair the warrior decided he wasn’t moving from this spot for the rest of the night. His little buddy needed to get warm and stay that way. Raph didn’t mind. He had no where else to be.
He looked around for something to break the silence. The TV remote was too far away, and he wasn’t moving for no god damn reason.
His eyes settled on a book on Y/N’s side table. Picking it up, he flipped to a page and started reading.
In the soft intimacy of quiet and comfort, a Brooklyn accented voice glided through the dark to reach tiny kitten ears…
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary…”
We’ll hold each other soon, in the blackest of rooms - Reaper76 Supernatural!AU [Prelude]
// so this is just something for the r76 fantasy/supernatural!au i decided to do.
This maybe the first time I actually share to the internet anything i write… it might take some time, chapters might not come in full but in forms of snippets or in small amounts - they also may not be in order. So the original post of this idea is here.
Intro chappie under the cut :)
[edited: a nicer looking version is on AO3 so read it there, if you want]
Jeezus. Put down whatever you’re doing and read this. Eerie and flat out amazing, I didn’t even realize it until I stopped reading, but I legitimately felt like I was in the story. Not in the usual way either. I was actually somewhat frightened for my life. It’s not horror, more of a take on biblical plagues. Really, an amazing read I’m not likely to forget.
When a pair of hunters on the eastern coast witness the arrival of a very disturbing omen, it isn’t long before the news hurtles across the country, piquing the interest—and fear—of people everywhere. In a matter of days, the new, safe world that Sam, Dean, and Castiel have been inhabiting is flipped upside-down. Something enormous is coming—and this time, it’s something they can’t fight.
Faced with rapidly diminishing prospects, holed up in a tiny, empty Nebraska town, they are forced to confront fears, secrets, and emotions that might have otherwise never seen the light of day. It seems every story must end somehow, and the only thing that remains to be done is to make the most of what little time they have left.
Ok, this right here is my all-time favorite. These two are amazing with their work. A lot of Destiel fics are cute, but completely unrealistic in how they get together. This work is as close to canon-compliant as you can get (they started this series a while ago and have actually predicted events that occurred in the TV series). It starts at the end of Season 6 and features human Cas. Basically Bobby, Sam, Dean and Cas living at Bobby’s, but so much more. I’m honestly in love with this series and drop everything the second they update. Dean and Cas’ relationship is beautiful here and true to both their actual personalities.
Some of their summaries:
-The writing was on the wall—and now Dean just had to try and understand it. A Post-Season Six alternate universe, going a different route from what happened in Season Seven and exploring a long and difficult relationship between Dean and Castiel. Canon-compliant up through the finale of Season Six, with some Season Seven thrown in.
-Cas copes—or rather, doesn’t—with guilt and his new humanity. Bobby and Sam try to help him deal, and Dean is still hiding.
Almost everyone in the fandom knows this one, and I will be 100% honest, do not read this unless you WANT to cry. I know, you think I’m exaggerating, I thought that about what other people were saying. Trust me, I’m about as stoic as they come. In fact, before Twist and Shout I had been considering the reality that I had misplaced my tear ducts, but damn did they come back with a vengeance when I read this thing. Chapter 11 left me a sobbing mess and I don’t think I’ll ever be completely the same. I can’t listen to Elvis anymore. That being said, it really is a terrific read, just only do so if you’re ready to: cry, change, frantically slap the skip button whenever Elvis comes on.
Here’s how they describe their heart wrenching terror (I’m not going to lie, I had a tear in my eye just re-reading this damn summary, wtf did they do to me?) :
What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality is especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.
Stand By Me:
Stand By Me is one of those authors that a) if they haven’t already been published, they damn well should be. b) you just want to stand near in the hopes that their talents will even barely rub against your consciousness. I don’t have the words to describe what Stand By Me does with words, but I wish I did!
A fic about mining… mining. Seriously? If you told me I’d fall in love with a mining fic I’d ask you who you were because I definitely don’t know you or vice versa, yet here we are. I’m not surprised I end up loving it though. This author could probably write about peoples’ bowel movements and it’d still be awesome. An eerie story with a beautiful relationship between Dean and Cas. Bonus points to Sam and Jess who just work so perfectly. Not my favorite of Stand By Me’s works, but definitely worth the read.
By the year 1972 the State of Kentucky had produced over 100 million tons of bitumionous coal. When Castiel, the new continuous miner operator at the Venus coal camp’s no. 6 mine, begins to sense something strange is happening underground, the lines between the possible and the impossible begin to blur, and Dean may be the only one who is willing to believe him.
Road Trip with Sam, Dean, and Cas. Hauntingly beautiful prose and a ridiculously refreshing plot, I don’t think I’ve ever read something quite like it, though the bones are the same.
Something in the world is waking up.
It isn’t long before it’s brought to the attention of the Winchesters and Castiel: miracles are spreading across the country, the paranormal seems to be shrinking back on itself—and it all has something to do with the missing prayer book of a traveling preacher who died over a century ago.
Dean is convinced it’s all the lead-up to another Apocalypse; Sam and Castiel aren’t so sure. Regardless, it sends them out on a less-than-typical road-trip, following the Mississippi and remnants of a very old story that seems increasingly to call to them. And along the way the trio learn much more about themselves—and the consequences and origins of love—than they’d ever have anticipated.
I just really loved this story. The writing doesn’t make me want to frame the prose in my living room or anything, but the characters are just so real and the relationships between Sam, Cas, and Dean are heart warming.
Dean’s life at twenty-four makes him feel like he’s forty—he works two jobs to help pay bills for his house and put his genius little brother through private school, and has spent six years (on and off, let’s be honest) working on his mechanical engineering degree at KU. With so much of his life devoted to his family, Dean has little time in his schedule for class and no time for social interaction. Then, while getting his classes together for the fall, he finds himself in a do-or-die situation: He must take his last literature class now, his spring already filled with those left for his major…except that none of the English classes will fit his schedule.
This is how Dean grovels and begs Dr. Castiel Milton to make a special arrangement for him, and Dr. Milton does.
This is the third year in a row that swarms of locusts have descended on Madagascar, the island nation off the coast of Southeast Africa. Much like in biblical epics, these pests have devastated crops and turned farmlands into post-apocalyptic wastelands.
So for those of you who don’t have those kinds of acquaintances in your social media feeds, Burning Man is going on right now.
And the news is, this year the Black Rock Desert, the location chosen for the festival specifically for its inability to support any kind of life, has been afflicted by giant swarms of multiple kinds of smelly, biting insects.
That was the news two days ago at least. The news I’m hearing from my Burner friends today is that the festival is now afflicted by giant swarms of rodents and bats, come to eat the bugs.
Burning Man is being scourged by biblical plagues.
What Republicans thought would happen if gay marriage is legalized:
the death of marriage, discrimination against Christians, the downfall of religion, the rise of Satan, inter species marriage, gay sex in the streets, the rapture, the destruction of heterosexuality, the biblical plague, the death of every first born child, and city wide orgies
What happened when gay marriage was legalized:
Facebook adds a rainbow profile picture feature
guys, remember a while back I said I think they might be doing a 10 plagues of Egypt kinda thing…BEHOLD : this picture!
biblical plague #1 was turning all the drinkable water into blood.
Now of course it’s the 100 so it will be radiation that make all the water “undrinkable” like ALIE predicts in 3.16
Also this could just be the writers being silly.
But if you look at the picture you can see clean/blue water. Then there’s a literal “dam” of beaver tails. Then the water turns red. In the bible when the Nile was turned to blood it killed all the fish, & started killing the animal life that drank it etc.
I really think they may be following the book of Genesis as well as Exodus. Mixing the ark with the plagues of Egypt & Moses. Only time will tell!
Tagging the usuals + some people I thought would find this interesting. Anyone have anything to add?