cas appreciation

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Hey guys, so I recently caved and made a spn only blog, but I don’t have a lot of blogs to follow so if you post

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~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”

Heaven is Hotter Than Hell

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1980

A/N: Jealous!Cas with a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/smut warning!!! A little fluffy, because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.

Effervescent laughter rose above all else - the din of bar conversation, the clinking of glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered - fixed on the raven-haired man in a well-fitted suit situated at the bar - lids burdened with disdain.

Bouncing hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.

The delighted pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade could - fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning, you would whisper something meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived by angelic ones - an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips - spoken only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely when he spoke.

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  • Castiel: Sam is great, he’s just the best– *trips* *thousands of pictures of Sam spill out from pockets* sorry these are mine, i just love him so much *slips on a pile of pictures* i have never met anyone more lovely *more pictures fall from his pockets as he tries to collect the ones already on the ground* it’s so good to have him around i love him so much
Kitten

Summary: Cas has finally come home after two weeks away, and he can’t wait to play with you. 

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: kitten!play, spanking, oral (male receiving), dirty talk

*nsfw gifs below the cut!!*

A/N: happy smut appreciation day :-)

You sat back on your heels on the bed, joy and arousal pumping through your veins at the sound of Cas’ voice making its way down the hall toward your room.

Castiel was finally back home.

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Slow Ride

A Team Free Will Foursome
(Dean x Sam x Cas x Reader)

A/N: HAPPY SMUT APPRECIATION DAY! Big thanks to @manawhaat​ and @balthazars-muse​ help with beta-ing this, and @kayteonline​ and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid giving me motivation to write porn. Here’s my contribution to the Smut Apocalypse. Let February 10th live on in infamy. Enjoy! xo
*PS - TAG ME IN ALL THE SMUT TODAY BECAUSE I WILL BE AT WORK AND I DON’T WANT TO MISS A THING.

Word Count: 4,911

Warnings:
- THIS IS A FOURSOME AND IT IS GRAPHIC.
- Do not read any further if you don’t want to read about sexual situations.
- Polyamorous TFW relationship
- Always wear a condom, kiddos!
*(there is no Wincest or Destiel in this fic)

Tagging people who I hope would enjoy this: @aprofoundbondwithdean @oriona75​ @fvckinpayno @king-crowley-tho @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog​ @abaddonwithyall @kittenofdoomage​ @withoutaplease @deandoesthingstome @spnashley

Based on this imagine: [x]

*gifs are not mine.

You were awoken by gentle kisses being pressed over your face, soft lips leaving wet trails on your cheeks. You fluttered your eyelids and opened them, being greeted by a very delicious surprise waiting for you at the foot of your bed. Dean was standing before you, completely naked, his gorgeous cock already half hard. You glanced at your phone.

It was 12:00 am.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Dean whispered in the dark. “Happy Birthday.”

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Protective

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: It all starts as a way to piss off Dean…

warnings: Cas x Reader, unprotected sex, grace!kink, oral sex (male receiving)

word count: ~2500


The four of you had just finished a hunt and decided to celebrate by going out to the local bar, have a few beers, and play some pool.

That was all well and good, until your two on two (you and Sam vs Dean and Castiel) game of pool had been interrupted by some blonde skank catching Dean’s eye.  You were now perched at a high top table, nursing a beer and seething.

So what?  You didn’t necessarily like Dean that way, but it still pissed you off when he ditched you and the boys for no good reason.  The feeling of jealousy and anger came from the fact that at the end of the day, these boys were yours. Dean, Sam, Cas – they were all you had, and you never wanted anyone to take that away from you.

Yeah, you could be a selfish bitch, but whatever.

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  • Person: Hey, how is Supernatural going?
  • Inner me: CASTIEL IS JUST A BROKEN ANGEL WHO ONLY WANTS TO DO GOOD AND COME BACK TO HIS HOME AND HE’LL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP SAM AND DEAN AND NOW MARY SAFE AND HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT DYING AND HE IS THE ONLY ANGEL WHO GENUINELY LOVES HUMANITY AND HE IS SO TIRED OF BEING ALIVE BUT HE KEEPS HELPING AND HE KEEPS TRYING TO WIN REDEMPTION FROM HEAVEN AND HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD WHY ISN’T HE GETTING IT ???
  • me: Hey, fine thanks. New season is great!

Purgatory!Cas digitally painted on the Procreate App :D

I am really eager to learn how to paint digitally after getting my iPad last November, so I’m trying a different coloring style than what I do with Copic Markers. I’m trying to keep that “raw”, “unfinished” feel.
I still have to chant to myself “Think MACRO, Not Micro”

This whole project was done in a matter of hours from sketch to finish.
That’s a record for me, I usually take days, sometimes weeks depending on the project. XD
The last time I was able to do record-fast drawings was probably for this post.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed creating this one :)

EDIT: Prints Available on Society6 and RedBubble :D