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Domestic!Destiel with canon bunker setting based on this tweet:

Dean takes his time in the shower. It’s the one thing he’s extremely grateful for in the bunker. The water pressure is just perfect, beating down on his back and shoulders. There’s a rhythm in his head that’s been in his head the entire day and he begins to sing. Rubbing his hands over his face and ducking his head under the water he doesn’t hear anyone open the door. Hell, he didn’t even realise he forgot to lock it - years of living in motels with just his brother meant he hadn’t really needed to.

He’s just grumbling the chorus when he hears the shower curtain sliding open and whips round with a yelp.

When he blinks water from his eyes and covers himself as best he can with the small face cloth he find Cas staring at him with a bag of crisps in his hands.

“Cas!” He yells. Cas isn’t moving though and hold the crisps out in front of him.

“Dean…”

“CAS!” Dean yelps again.

“Are we - Dean, stop screaming, it’s just me… are we out of cheetos?” His eyes are wide and look impossibly blue in the bright bathroom. For a moment he forgets that he’s only got a face cloth covering himself.

“What? Cas, you’re holding the empty bag, of course we’re out of cheetos.” Cas’ eyes grow wider. Dean sighs. “I’ll make a run… just… just leave me for a moment to finish.”

“Thank you, Dean.” Cas grins. Dean’s pretty sure he is on the verge of melting at that look and smiles back. Cas has gone through eight packs of cheetos in the last week and he’s sure that it’s unhealthy, but buying more of them will make him happy and a happy Cas is a happy Dean. Plus, when they’re pressed against each other watching TV, Dean can’t help but dip into them.

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The story of my life told in Castiels

Cas is the only character I’ve been passionate about since the very begining of my art adventure and, oh my, did he change! At least 4 times haha
#OncetrashforCas #alwaystrashforCas

Cookie Thief

Destiel + “What are you doing?” [AO3]

Requested by @loveitsallineed | roommate AU, college AU, fluff, crushes, mention of past Dean/Others


Dean’s roommate isn’t lazy; he just hates mornings which is why he’s surprised when he wakes to a rustling at seven o’clock in the morning. Dean sits up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes when he sees Castiel.

Castiel pauses, wide-eyed, when he realises he’s been caught.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks. As inconspicuous as possible, Castiel edges the pack of Oreos from Dean’s sight. He’s mid chew and crunches as quiet as he can what’s left in his mouth. He only hopes that Dean’s sleep haziness will make him forget what he’s seeing.

“Nothing. I have an early lecture; I have to go.” Castiel tells him. It earns him a quirked brow and Dean peels back the covers. Castiel really wishes in that moment that Dean wore more than boxers to sleep at night because he’s very, very distracting in his barely dressed state.

“Cas?”

“Yes?” Castiel just wants to escape right now. He was careless trying to steal Dean’s cookies.

“You never have early lectures… and you’re still wearing your pyjamas… and it’s Saturday.”

Castiel’s mouth opens before closing again because really, he has no idea what he’s about to say.

“I, um, okay.” He stumbles.

Dean steps closer, eyeing him suspiciously and he really, really wishes Dean wasn’t so close because all he can focus on is the light smattering of freckles that dance across Dean’s shoulders and the few darker ones that dot his chest sporadically.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” Castiel replies quietly. He forces his eyes up to Dean’s which, inherently, is even worse that his toned chest because they are so green and so enticing, especially this early in the morning.

“Why do you look like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar?” there’s a tiny smirk on Dean’s face. He’s not hiding behind any facade of popularity like he does when he’s out and about in the college. Here, he’s just Dean, Castiel’s roommate.

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Angels and Mistletoe

Summary: Castiel shows up when the Y/N least expects it. He comes to tell her that he placed mistletoe in the opening of her door, and he wants to do what humans usually do. Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Castiel x reader 

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

 Word Count: 933

 Drabble Prompt:  What about castiel and mistletoe for a drabble? Maybe with the prompt “I heard mistletoe can help initiate kisses so I put one in your doorway.”- Anonymous 

 A/N: This really was a lot of fun to write. I enjoyed writing this, it was so freaking cute.

Originally posted by bittercasblogger

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100 Ways To Say “I Love You” No. 18

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

Requested  by @queen-icicle-fandom 

[AO3]  Canon divergent, human!Cas, sick!Cas, bunker fluff.


Cas was usually grumpy in the mornings, but nothing could compare it to that morning. The one where Cas shuffled into the kitchen, nose red and tissues spilling out of his hands.

“I hate everything.” He grumbled.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Dean quipped from behind his coffee cup.

In return, Dean only received a glare that could smite a hundred people – if Cas were still an angel anyway.

Cas had caught a cold and had been suffering for the past few days but today seemed to be the peak of it.

“Everything hurts, Dean. Is being human supposed to hurt this much?” Dean pursed his lips at Castiel’s words.

No doubt he was achy and out of breath, sore-nosed and sniffly, Dean wasn’t fond on the common cold either.

“It’s just a cold, Cas. It’ll clear up soon.” Dean told him, he filled the kettle and set it to boil before pulling out a cold and flu drink that was sure to help relive him of some of his symptoms.

Soon enough water was boiled and the smell of eucalyptus and blackcurrant filled the small kitchen. He set the steaming mug in front of Castiel and squeezed his shoulder.

“Here, drink this. You’ll you feel better.” He pressed a kiss to Castiel’s temple making a small smile form on Castiel’s lips as he took a tentative sip and breathed in the steam.

“Thank you, Dean.”

Castiel drained his cold and flu drink as soon as it was deemed cool enough to be drinkable and smiled. Already he could breathe better through his nose and wasn’t sneezing every five seconds. His was still achy and felt cold despite the warm clothing he had on.

“Go sit on the couch, we’ll watch a movie.” Dean told him, holding out his hand for Cas to take.

Cas nodded and stood up, letting himself be led by Dean wards their movie room and landed heavily on the couch, joints aching until he found a suitable position.

Dean joined him again moments later, large blanket in hand and an orange.

“Don’t tell Sam, but this blanket is the best thing in this bunker – apart from you of course.”

Castiel blushed a little and Dean sat down on the couch, pulling Cas against him and curling the blanket around them.

The movie started, some old western, and Castiel sighed into Dean’s chest. Dean’s arm tightened around him and they both settled into the film.

Despite still being morning, Cas dropped off to sleep again and Dean could hear Cas’ breath rattle a little in his chest. He was warming up though, which was a good thing. It wasn’t the best start into being human but he’d get Cas through his cold and hopefully back on his feet and possibly hunting again soon before they knew it.

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You Are Not Alone For Christmas

Destiel + Dean opening his cafe for the homeless and lonely for a few hours on Christmas day :)


Sam’s coming over from California with his girlfriend for Christmas and Dean’s excited. Though he’ll only have them over once he’s finished his morning shift at his small independent café. He’s made a pot of coffee, plenty of breakfast items and put out a sign saying ‘Open on Christmas 9-12 for those who’ll otherwise be alone. Treats and coffee on us.’

It makes him feel good, helping other people. Running his own café doesn’t always feel that way but when Christmas rolls around, it’s his chance.

He’s not sure if people will come, if people will be too shy to enter or feel like they can’t. The door is open, and whilst it’s letting in the stiff chill drift in.

It’s only half an hour and two cups of coffee later when Dean notices a movement by the door. A man around Dean’s age peeks in looking nervous.

“Have a seat, I’ll grab you some coffee and breakfast!” Dean calls, trying to entice the man in. He sees him flinch at his words but the man comes in anyway and seats himself at a booth in the corner.

He pours a generous mug of coffee and places it on a tray with milk and sugar and two slices of toast.

“Hey, name’s Dean, I have coffee and toast. Choose anything off the menu and I can cook it up for you.” Dean says cheerily, decanting the tray onto the table and watching as the man wraps his fingers around the warmth.

“I’m Castiel.” He replies quietly. “Are you sure I can choose anything? The toast is more than enough.”

Dean’s heart drops to his stomach and he slides into the booth opposite. Castiel has roughed up hair and sad blue eyes, he seems like a good person, innocent and undeserving of what the world has thrown at him.

“Anything – Happy Christmas, Castiel.” Dean reassures. “You know the mega breakfast has always been a favourite of mine,” He adds – it’s also one of the most expensive on he menu and hope it encourages him to choose anything.

Dean sees a few more people wandering in, some looking more haggard than others. He suspects some of them are homeless, or don’t have much to go home to, but he’s not here to judge – he’s here to lend a friendly face and a hearty meal on a good day.

After handing out coffee and toast to the new customers, Dean heads back over to Castiel who’s still sat quietly in the corner. No one has joined him but he doesn’t look overly bothered.

“Made your decision?” Dean wonders.

“I’m torn between blueberry pancakes or the bacon and maple waffles.” He squints at the menu as of its offended him and tilts his head. From Dean’s standing point it’s warming to see such an expression on the man’s face.

“I can do you both?” Dean suggests. Castiel’s eyes shoot up to him, a small smile curving at the corner of his lips.

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#MY SONS

Fill in the trio
  • Person A: we can fight them!!!✊🏼💪🏽
  • Person B: we're gonna get shot🙄🙃
  • Person A: I'll shield us!!! with my abs💪🏽😁
  • Person B: ...😶
  • Person A: Lmfao were totally gonna die cause I don't have abs😅😅😅
  • Person B: 😑
  • Person A: it's cool I'll get (person C) to shield us with their abs😁👍🏼
It’s Only Vonnegut

SUPERNATURAL PROMPT CHALLENGE | envydean
Prompt: ‘I must say your taste in books is beautiful, can I take you out for coffee?’ (Library AU)
Pairing: Destiel
Word Count: 1,110
Tags/Warnings: Library AU, first meetings, fluff

[AO3]


Dean Winchester isn’t exactly an avid library-goer. If it were up to him, he’d reread Vonnegut for the rest of his life even though his books were beyond tattered and Slaughterhouse Five was missing it’s front cover and a page was loose towards the centre.

Standing in the doorway of Kansas City Library, Dean takes a breath before entering. Technically he’s only here to drag his brother away from studying just for a couple of hours because he’d been there for his entire spring break from Stanford University.

It’s not long before he spots Sam, hunched over textbooks and scribbling away at a stack of note paper.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean says, clapping his brother on his back and making him jump.

“It’s Sam, I’m studying.” He quipped with a scowl.

“You can’t spend your whole spring break looking at nerd books.” Dean said with exasperation.

“I can and I will, Dean! I have exams when I get back.” Sam sighed, turning a page of his book and noting something down before highlighting it.

“Dude! C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure? We could head down the Roadhouse and get shit-faced.”

“Dean it’s not even afternoon. Give me an hour okay and we’ll go down the Roadhouse for lunch.” Sam shoved at his brother to leave him alone.

“Alright, alright, I’m going. I’m sticking around though, bitch,”

Sam huffs but doesn’t reply so Dean wanders off into the large library. This level seems entirely non-fiction though so he heads back down to fiction and peruses the science fiction.

He pulls out a book not even taking notice to which one he’s pulled out. There’s an armchair by the window and he takes his place, if Sam’s going to be doing his nerdy stuff, Dean might as well be comfy.

He’s read the book before more than he can count and he’s barely fifteen minutes in when he can feel someone watching him.

Dean looks up to see no one in sight and narrows his eyes at the surrounding area before returning to his book. He feels the sensation again shortly after and this time when he looks up, there’s a dark hair man wearing slacks, shirt and a knitted pullover hovering by his side.

“Can I help you?” His tone comes out harsher than expected and the man steps back with a frown.

“I apologise, I just…” He stops and Dean sets his book down on his lap and removes his feet from the coffee table as he notices a Kansas City Library name tag on his chest. Dean watches as the man glances down at his lap and back to meet his eyes. “I… I must say your taste in books is beautiful,”

Dean grins, so this is how it goes. He’s finally picking up that the guy is probably attempting to flirt with him. “It’s only Vonnegut – unless you were implying something else?” Dean raises a brow and the man – Castiel, he reads – blushes.

“I uh, well, perhaps – maybe. Coffee?” He stumbles.

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