Happy Galentine’s Day! Have a fluffy college!au with fem!destiel

“Pssst. Cas. Caaaaaaaas. CAS!”

Cas pries one eye open and glares at her roommate. Deanna’s hair is a tangled mess and there are pillow lines indented in her cheeks but she’s got a smile that threatens to split her face and Cas knows she’s in for some trouble.

“What?” she growls. 

“It’s brunch time! Come on, get up!”

The one eye falls closed and Cas turns her face back into her pillow. “Fuck off.”

“But Cas! It’s Galentine’s Day!” The bed shifts as Deanna invites herself in and burrows into Cas’s side. “It’s the best day of the year and I have everything ready.”

“Wanna sleep,” Cas groans.

“I made you coffee,” Deanna tries to tempt.


“And we have mimosas.”

“Go away.”

The cheeriness cuts like a switch. “And chocolate chip waffles.”

Cas lurches. “I’m up.”

Deanna springs from the bed with a fist in the air. “Knew that would get you. Hurry up before everything goes cold.”

Cas struggles to separate herself from her sheets but the scent of Columbian roast catches her nose and she follows it into the living room. Deanna is parked in her spot on the couch and smiles smugly before gesturing to the coffee table that is now operating as an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. 

There are waffles, bacon, sausage, some kind of egg casserole dish, and-

“Did you make crepes?” Cas asks mostly in awe as she takes her seat.

“I had some extra time,” Deanna shrugs.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Four hours.”

Cas stares at her and Deanna quirks a shameless smile. “Wow.”

“Shut up and drink your coffee,” Deanna says and passes Cas her bee mug. “Now, it’s time for the best part.” She finds the remote and pulls up Netflix, scrolling to their recently watched queue where “Parks and Recreation” is always waiting for them. 

“It’s seasons two, ep-” Cas starts.

“Episode sixteen,” Deanna finishes and she finds the episode and clicks. She looks at Cas smugly. “You think I could forget this shit?”

Cas raises a hand in surrender and sips her coffee.

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Genderbent Winchesters

Why am I thinking of this…… just why…. There’s no rhyme or reason for it. I’m supposed to be writing a philosophy paper….. 


  • 5′8″ (she will argue for an extra half inch)
  • Dirty blonde hair in layers that isn’t too long. Just below shoulder length
  • Freckles across her cheeks and nose
  • Wears pretty heavy eye makeup cuz it looks damn cool
  • Eyelashes long and adorable (princess-like gaze)
  • Slim figure with rockin’ hips
  • C-cup
  • Gently loose shirts, never baggy
  • The tightest of jeans for style (and also comfort because hell yeah she can move and hunt in them)
  • Dark brown combat boots
  • Calls sister a horde of nicknames (Sam, Sammy, Samster)
  • Does and will wear Sam’s hoodies because they’re spacious and cozy
  • Squirmy sleeper
  • Never sings in her proper octave
  • Scarily skilled at mimicking singers whilst singing along to the classics in the Impala
  • Can fall asleep anywhere. It’s a gift, really
  • Sweeps the guys (and ladies) off their feet with flirting fit enough for a cheesy 90s movie
  • Drinks like a monster
  • Can hold her liquor most of the time
  • Tries to remember all the good sex she’s had
  • Bosses Sam around all the time
  • Much to the chagrin of the other
  • Will die for Sam
  • If anyone nasty tries to pick her up, she swiftly beats the shit out of them without batting an eye
  • Will destroy anyone gross who hits on Sam
  • Cuddler to the extreme


  • 5′10″
  • Hair is wavy (curly depending on the weather, how she slept on it, or if she leaves her hair wet after the shower) and on the longer side
  • Puts hair in ponytail or bun often
  • Blush always on cheeks, with or without makeup
  • Has a mole on her inner left cheek close to nose 
  • D-cup
  • Fuller figure compared to her sister; much more muscle
  • Wears layers often
  • Likes to stay warm since she gets cold easily
  • Jeans range from skinny to looser at the cuffs
  • But she ain’t afraid to break out the leggings every once and a while
  • Exercise is life
  • Healthy eating is also life
  • Suffers through sister’s nicknames but strikes back with a few of her own (De, Anna, DeDe)
  • Gets to tough work on cases first
  • Shy demeanor and precious smile according to the ever-teasing older sister
  • Dimples noticeable enough to cut a bitch (not really they’re soft and deep)
  • Sleeps like a rock; doesn’t move an inch
  • Bad hair days are frequent
  • Lets De do her makeup when they’re going out to investigate and chit chat
  • Says she hates it and thinks it’s annoying
  • Secretly loves the way De does her eyeliner
  • Is a beanie wearer in cold weather
  • Can hold her own in bars but it is nice to have De there for support
  • Doesn’t have sex often but she fucks a guy up and leaves him wanting more every damn time
  • Forcibly tells sister she cannot sing
  • For the last time
  • Stop
  • You suck
  • Driving the Impala is a privilege
  • Can handle blades pretty damn well 

Episode Concept:

A woman is found in the bunker, lost and confused with no memory of who she is or where she came from. She is just there. The boys bury themselves in research whilst Cas looks at her oddly. He is sure that he has met her before but can’t figure out where.
She slowly warms to both Cas and Sam and both of them feel like they know her and that she is trustworthy. Dean however doesn’t like her, doesn’t like the way she laughs and jokes with his little brother and he certainly doesn’t like the way she is flirting with Cas… 

Throughout the action and the drama (maybe the woman brought a monster along with her from wherever she came from) much to Dean’s annoyance she becomes closer and closer to Sam and more so even to Cas. The woman bonds with Castiel in a way no one has since Dean himself, and Castiel seems rather taken with her too. Dean is obviously jealous of the pair (in that subtle subtextual way the show likes to use so much) and it all kicks off when Dean accidentally sees them sharing a passionate kiss.

Castiel is rather shocked himself that the woman was so forward but he can’t deny that he has feelings for her, though in a very confusing way. Castiel ponders this new development whilst Dean broods and Sam frantically looks for a resolution to this new madness they have got wrapped up in. 

When the climatic fight is over and the boys find out what the monster had stolen from the mystery woman, all is resolved. The woman’s younger sister was being held hostage by the monster, along with the woman’s memories. 

She reveals herself as Deanna. she followed her sister Samantha into the monsters trap on a hunt and was transported to an alternate universe. Needless to say everyone is surprised. Not least of all Castiel, who realises why he had such strong feelings for her. The sisters are able to reopen the portal to their universe and bid farewell to the boys. Though not before Cas gets a kiss goodbye and Dean gets a wink. Leaving Dean even more confused than before.

Nothing more is mentioned about the whole situation other than a knowing look from Sam and a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder between Cas and Dean. The episode ends with a lingering shot on Dean’s face as he watches Cas walk away. His confusion is evident on his face. An audience of general viewers wonder what the hell that was all about. Misha tweets something entirely inappropriate and Jensen flirts with him about it. The episode breaks Tumblr. The writers work is done… for now…

sometimes when i think about fem!dean i like to picture her as really small and imagine the Winchesters hunting and Sam barreling through the door at 5′11 all big and intimidating and knocking the wind out of monsters with her height alone but then THEN comes Deanna, five feet of pure terror and attitude and stupid one-liners “HEY PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE” she shouts at a man whose belly button is at her eye level right before she tears him half because she might be small but she’s vicious and she’s fast as hell and ALWAYS ANGRY like how does she even contain that much anger in such a tiny body it can’t be healthy

and Cas (who is also in a female body for reasons, about 5′6, 5′7) is highly confused and amused by the tiny human who has to throw her head all the way back just to look Cas is the eye while calling her a “bag of dicks” whenever Cas and the other angels do something Deanna doesn’t approve of and watching the two of them fight is hilarious to Sam because Deanna’s fury propels her to her tippy toes while Cas almost has to squat if she wants to scream in Deanna’s face which she does to scare Deanna away but Deanna never backs off. 

In fact, they’re in that exact awkward positioning, Deanna calling Cas a giant “glorified self-righteous turkey,” when they kiss for the first time and Sam promptly flees the room because the two women are grabbling to find an even playing field because Deanna is trying to pull Cas down while Cas is lifting Deanna up and Deanna isn’t having it “I’m not a fucking baby, Cas” so Cas concedes by lowering them both on the bed and — yeah, okay, being horizontal makes kissing a lot easier… kissing and many other things…

bennylaffite  asked:

ahem,, you know,, Deanna Smith meeting Castielle Novak? like, after her divorce with the woman she thought was "the one", Cas is left with lots of pending work, a teenage daughter to raise and crushing depression, and while everyone complains about her slacking in work, her boss Deanna Smith tries to ask her why she was unable to focus and get her to open up, which Cas slowly does as they bond over night shifts bc they both have a tendency to get lost in their work (1)

(2) and Dee has to force Cas out so that she can spend some time with Claire who seems to be getting more and more distant. but then Cas goes to her school for some Parent’s Day or smth she meets Claire best friend Ben whose mother turns out to be her boss and Cas learns that Deanna lives alone except when Lisa drops Ben by for weekends and that while Charlie is also gay she and Deanna are only friends lmao what had she been thinking this woman is hot and single and very Gay (giMME A FIC PLEASE)

i read this and had to sit with my hands on my face for eight minutes trying to collect myself and now I can’t stop screaming

imma write the fuck outta this

Deanna Winchester vowed to hate Castielle Novak the first time she laid eyes on the girl. There had to be a catch, Deanna figured. No one is that happy, that nice, that popular, and that pretty. No one gets to always smile, always ask everyone how their day is going, be captain of the cheer team and chess club, and no one should ever look that fucking good all the time, with messy dark hair, usually pulled into a bun or French braid for practice, full pink lips, and those stupidly blue eyes. There’s something up with that girl, and Deanna hates that she can’t figure out what’s wrong with Castielle.

And maybe there isn’t anything. Maybe she’s just really fucking nice, and that’s what Deanna hates. She hates how nice this stupid girl is and how she’s always on her mind. She can’t get her out of her head and it’s not fair. No matter how rude Deanna is to her, she always just smiles and invites her to sit with the cheer team when she sees Deanna all alone, or holds the door open for her when she’s got her chemistry project in her hands, or helps her with a geometry question, and it just makes Deanna madder. So, she hates her. She really, really hates her.

She goes on hating her, and Castielle just keeps on keepin’ on with her smiles and her jokes and little acts of kindness. They fall into a routine, Castielle doing everything she can to make Deanna smile, and Deanna telling her to fuck off each time. Castielle never falters, not once, always bounces back and murmurs a “see you later, sweetie”. She is always perfect.

Except for the one time that she’s not.

The two had been paired up together to work on an English project last week. Castielle seemed weirdly ecstatic about the whole ordeal, in a way that was a little too happy, even for her. Deanna rolled her eyes, and to her dismay, Castielle’s smile fell for a second before she recovered. Deanna gave her a small smirk. They’ve been working together, mostly in silence save for Castielle’s compliments and Deanna’s rude quips, in the library after school for weeks. Things started to change after a while. It wasn’t enough for any of Castielle’s friends to really notice, but Deanna did, which she found quite odd. She guessed that hating in the poor girl so much she became quite in tune with her. That made Deanna’s heart hurt a little bit, that the only person who noticed how Castielle seemed to be hurting was the person who hated her the most.

But did Deanna really hate her? Sure, by the rules of high school the weird new loner kid should hate the popular cheer captain with a passion, but it wasn’t like that. Castielle was so sweet, and it’s not like Deanna had a real reason to hate her. Maybe she was envious of her happiness, or thought that Castielle had something dark to hide and that she wasn’t showing her true colors.

Whatever, Deanna thought for the millionth time today in response to her thoughts on the girl working studiously in front of her. Castielle’s hair was down for once, although she probably should tie it up since it kept falling into her eyes, preventing her from actually seeing and getting work done, having to push it back every few seconds. Deanna fought the urge to just reach forward and tuck the stupid strands behind Castielle’s ears, and each time she thought of it she felt a pang of something unbeknownst to her in her heart.

After finishing up some notes, Castielle looked up to find Deanna staring at her. She smiled, kindly but tiredly, and it looked like it didn’t reach her eyes as it normally did.

“Would you like to read what I have so far? I think we’re almost finished, just have to finish these two slides and figure out what to say while presenting. I figured I’d be the one to do that sin-” Castielle began to speak, but not before Deanna rudely cut her off.

“Yeah, okay, whatever, Ms. Perfect.” Deanna replied coldly, snatching Castielle’s laptop and reading over what she had done. She felt Castielle’s eyes burning a hole into the side of her skull with much more intensity than she usually did, always accompanied by a head tilt and a squint. This time was different. Something felt off about the wordless interaction between the two. Castielle’s warmth wasn’t present in her gaze, and Deanna shifted uncomfortably. She continued to read, trying to focus on the words on the screen, going over each loop of the cursive font Castielle chose, until she heard something that sounded like a wounded animal from beside her.

Deanna jumped up at the sound, a choked sob and a whine, and whipped her head around to find the origin. There was no raccoon that somehow made its way into the library, screeching in victory as it found someone’s old sandwich crusts, and no one with their hungry baby, so when Deanna quickly realized that they were all alone, she knew the sound had come from the girl next to her.

Her eyes focussed on Castielle, whose face was red and mascara smeared. She was sobbing, silently, save for the few odd gasps and the deafening screech she let out a moment ago. The disheveled girl didn’t seem to notice, or care, that Deanna was staring at her like she had six heads. She just kept heaving up sobs.

“Uh.. Dude, are you.. Okay?” Wow, so eloquent, Deanna thought as the words escaped her mouth. She took Castielle’s weak attempt at a head shake as a sign that she knew Deanna was there and what she was asking. Deanna felt panic rising inside of her. Castielle didn’t look like she was physically hurt, so she ruled that out after a quick once over where her eyes lingered on the other girl’s body for a bit too long. The sight before her was incredibly off putting; that cute girl with the smile like a beacon of hope in the darkness was now a sniveling mess.

“No! No, I-I-I’m not fucking o-okay!” Castielle cried out, tumbling over her words, and Deanna would be terrified to see her so angry, except the little hiccups between sobs just made her feel sad for Castielle. But she’s still a little scared. Castielle is fuming and Deanna’s seen her throw a girl three feet in the air and catch her with one hand like it was nothing, and the workouts the cheer team does could put an army cadet to shame. Castielle could crush her; could completely and totally destroy her. And Deanna gets a little hot and bothered at the thought.

But now’s not the time to be thinking about how good it’d feel to be pinned down beneath Castielle, her dark hair falling down to tickle Deanna’s face, how her strong yet beautifully manicured hands would feel digging into Deanna’s wrists as she held her down. No, definitely not time for that. Deanna felt some sort of comfort switch go off and then she was scooting impossibly close to Castielle, wrapping her arms around her like a mama bear without a thought. She didn’t know what makes her do it, why she was cradling the girl she despises with every fibre of her being, and she almost pulled back when she felt Castielle tense up and go silent. But something doesn’t let her. That something is Castielle’s tight yet shy grip on her midsection. She’s clinging to Deanna like a child, burying her face in the crook of her neck and sniffling, and Deanna revels in how warm and soft she feels.

The feeling is gone as quick as it happened. Castielle looks ten times scarier. There’s black tears running down her face and her eyes look like they’ve got fire locked behind them.

“God, you-you assbutt!” She started, and Deanna didn’t have time to laugh at the pitiful insult because Castielle dove right back in. “It’s so hard to be so nice to you, do you know that? I try so hard! And it’s not good enough! It works with everyone else, no ones ever rude to me like you are! So, why?! Why aren’t I good enough for you?” Her bottom lip quivered and her voice wobbled, and Deanna felt something sad and sinister in the pit of her stomach. She made this poor girl cry. She made her feel inadequate and terrible and holy shit she’s an awful person.

“Cas..” Deanna couldn’t even croak out the remaining syllables, but she decided she likes the shortened version of the name just as much. How had she gone from hatred, to seriously crushing, to now giving the girl nicknames? This whole relationship was a train wreck.

Castielle’s eyes practically lit up at the sound of Deanna’s voice and that’s when it hits Deanna like a freaking bus. She never saw how far gone this girl was for her; and how far gone she was as well.

Most people wish their first kiss is a spontaneous, heat of the moment decision. It’s not. Deanna took the time to put their bags and work on the floor before she scooted her chair impossibly close and finally closed the distance between her and the other girl. She asked if it was okay before she pressed their lips together, and Cas’s enthusiastic nod that looked like it made her brain rattle against her skull was the only confirmation Deanna needed. Cas’s lips tasted like honey and lipgloss, and it’s all Deanna wanted to taste for the rest of her life - in a completely non cannibalistic way. And that’s what makes it beautiful.

Cas leaned back, and her breath hitched as she exhaled slowly. “So.. Is it safe to say you don’t hate me?”

How could Deanna not laugh?

“I guess I don’t. You can get a bit annoying, though.” She murmured the last bit while lacing her fingers through Cas’s, who hits her with her free hand.

“I’m kidding! Mostly.” Deanna chuckled at the sour face Cas pulled, accompanied by her infamous squint. “But if I get to kiss you, then I think dealing with your annoying tendencies will be a little less trying.”

Castielle rolled her eyes and kissed Deanna once more.

Now this is something they could both get used to.

The Fallen Angel. The Broken Soldier. The Cursed Hero.

Inspired by amazing art by Jasric. Sorry, we just can’t stop cosplaying your arts :D jasric.deviantart.com/art/Starlight-429522576

Fandom: Supernatural

Сharacter: Team Free Will

Cosplayer: Apromit, Margarita Richie, Tatiana Strange


Photographer: Apromit & Ksusha Armstrong

Retouch: Apromit

Makeup: Apromit, Margarita Richie, Tatiana Strange


My cosplay outfits that I made on Polyvore, for females

So we have:

Charlie: 001 002 003 004 005 006 007

Castiel: 008 009 010 011 012 013 014 015

Crowley: 016 017 018 019 020 021 022

Dean: 023 024 025 026 027 028 029

Sam: 030 031 032 033 034 035

Human!Impala: 036 037 038 039 040 041 042

Fem!Winchesters Tickle Headcannons

Yeaaaaah idk sorry…..


  • Hilariously ticklish
  • Will curse and fight only for the first few seconds
  • Then she’s putty
  • Famous for tugging on hair of attacker when tickled
  • Sam knows all too well
  • It friggin’ hurts
  • So she just tickles harder
  • Laugh is high-pitched and happy
  • Secretly enjoys being tickled
  • Those poor beautifully curvaceous hips are a death spot
  • Neck sends her into hysterics when nibbled
  • Does not show she’s ticklish when fucking (unless the person’s damn attractive and sweet)
  • Doesn’t snort when tickled
  • Usually snorts when she’s the ler as she tickles the other person senseless
  • Ruthless ler but pretty submissive lee
  • Goes after the worst spot while the ler 


  • Super ticklish but fights it to the death
  • Will deny it, even to De, who knows perfectly well how ticklish she is
  • Gets revenge all the time
  • Will fight until she’s firmly pinned and helpless
  • Laughter is boisterous and bright
  • When tickled too hard, will tear up from laughing so much
  • Hates De’s teasing
  • So much
  • It kills her every damn time
  • Dimples encourage De to keep going to keep them noticeable
  • Armpits well-guarded but when arms are pinned, she’s destroyed when tickled there
  • Definitely one of her worst spots
  • Another one is knees
  • She had a random growth spurt when she was in her early teens, and her legs became longer than her torso
  • Gangly af back then
  • But those damn knees are crazy sensitive
  • Snorts like a damn piggy when given light tickles (as De points out constantly)
  • Neither more lee nor ler
  • Doesn’t look for tickles and doesn’t want to tickle really
  • But when De’s asking for it, she doesn’t disappoint

anonymous asked:

Can you please do one where a pregnant female Dean is being harassed by some drunks and then this older guy comes in with two other guys and the other two got the drunks out of the club. It turns out this guy is Michael and he's the owner of the club and he's Deanna's husband and the father to her unborn twins. He goes to her and turns from serious cruel owner to a worrywart of a husband and father to be. Deanna just smiles and kissed him on the cheek and then the lips.

“Come on baby,” the drunk begged. “I can you give a better babies then what ever douche put them in you.”

Deanna glared daggers at the man reeking of booze. The jackass wasn’t taking any hints, not even caring about the six month baby bump. He had waltz over and introduced himself as Alastair, started to flirt and chat her up, offered to buy her a drink and offer a good time. Deanna had keep telling him to fuck off.

Turns out the guy was tried of no. Alastair made the bold move and decided to get handsy, his hand rested on Deanna’s thigh like it belonged there. But before he could do anything, the blond slapped his hand away hard.

He giggled like if it was a joke. “Aw, aren’t a feisty mama?”

“You need to fuck off,” Deanna hissed, voice dripped in hate and anger.

“I would rather fuck you,” Alastair whispered in her ear, standing uncomfortably. Then did something that was beyond stupid. His tongue darted out, licking her elope.

Deanna shivered in disgust. Rage over powered her body, a hand dove through the air and landed on the creeps face, making a delightful “smack” sound.

But, again the guy gave in reaction other then laughing; not even bothered.

“Why don’t we save that energy for the bedroom, sweetheart?” Alastair said in a voice that made Deanna’s back shiver.

“How about you got that attitude out of my bar?!”

Before Alastair knew who said that, a fist collided against his face. Pain shot through his face and he fell down like a tree. Groaning in pain, Alastair wiped the blood from his face, feeling rage and alcohol twist in his stomach. Too bad he wasn’t given any time to express it. Before he knew, Alastair was dragged out of the bar and thrown out like trash.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He called out, picking himself up.

The guy shrugged, seeming nonchalant but even in Alastair’s drunken site he could see it wasn’t so. “I’m sorry pal. I just hate when people hit up my wife in my pub, and I would really hate to see your face around here again so if you could never come back, that’ll be great!”

Deanna smiled warmly, glad that the jackass was gone and Michael was there. Normally, she would’ve been helping Michael out back with dishes, but due to her husbands over protective nature, Michael had banned her from working. But she refused to sit idly at home.

Michael brushed his hand through Deanna’s hair and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead. “You alright? Did that asshole touch you?”

“I’m fine, Mickey,” Deanna replied.

“Good,” He said, pecking her forehead one more time before rubbing her baby bump.