halloween ca

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AU where all of Gabriel's past boyfriends thought his premature celebration of Halloween was weird and he recently started dating this guy named jack and he decides this year he will dial back the celebration but on august 1st he walks into him and Jack's living room and jack is hanging up bats everywhere and already has pumpkin candles

gabriel, crying and shoving a pumpkin on his head: marry me right the fuck now,,,, ive never been so in love,,,


kid!destiel + puns + fluff = happy halloween! 🎃

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And lemme tell you, it took far too long for Dean to understand what the HELL Cas meant, hah.

“…you want to be a… zombie?” Dean thought his incredulous tone was to be excused because a) since when did Cas even LIKE zombies, last time they’d accidentally switched to The Walking Dead the fledgling had gone bonewhite and had adamantly refused to sleep with the lights off afterwards, and b) Dean had been a 100% prepared for something cute and cuddly. In no slight consternation he looked at the angel. True, he was getting bigger, wasn’t he? Growing up? But still… 

“No,” Cas interrupted his musings, “a zombee!” Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times. “…yeah? A zombie, you said.” That earned him a scrunched-up glare. Uh-oh. “A zomBEE, Dean!” the fledgling insisted stubbornly, and honestly Dean was so frikkin’ lost here.

They probably would have been doing the back-and-forth thing in increasingly frustrated tones for forever if Gabriel hadn’t let out the loudest, put-upon groan ever around his latest (sneakily acquired) lollipop from where he was draped catlike over the back of the couch. “Oh my GOD, he wants to be a dead bee, hooray, now can I watch the tv in peace?” 

Ah. “…Okay, thank you for the clarification, and mind your tone, you little smartarse.” The way Gabriel smirked at him left no doubt that the archangel had caught the amusement sneaking its way through what Dean had meant as a stern tone. Oh well.

“And you, what are you going to be?” Gabriel’s golden wings flicked open and closed swiftly when he turned his head to grin gleefully at Dean. “I’m putting on stilts and going as Sam, hah.” 

That made two times in an hour his fledglings had rendered Dean speechless. A new record.

Cocking his head in contemplation, Dean turned the idea over in his mind. …it did have the potential to be absolutely hilarious. The look on Sam’s face, it would probably be a ten out of ten on the scale of Sam’s Best Bitchfaces, it was going to be awesome.

Beaming down at a grinning Gabriel, Dean held up his hand for a much-deserved high-five. “Awesome, dude, he’s going to love that!” 

(And Sam did. Unapologetically. Even when Gabe wobbled by on stilts shouting ‘so get this!’ for the sixth time in that hour alone.)

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LEVIATHAN!CAS “I Can’t Hold Them.“ 

I honestly don’t know why I keep drawing Leviathan!Cas since adopting the Burton-esque style… Must be the eerie factor… 

This is my Second EVER digital drawing. Now that I’m drawing digitally, I can have colored backgrounds! I hope I can learn tricks on this thing soon, I’m probably not doing things even remotely right…

Angelic Halloween

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Title: Angelic Halloween

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1,290

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is another fic I wrote a LONG time ago, probably one of the first ones I ever wrote. So I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!!

It was a few hours before trick-or-treating began.  You took your costume out of the bag, laying it across the bed.  Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, just a simple salt and burn.  You were left at the bunker, but you weren’t upset about it.  For it was Halloween, and you had the perfect costume.  Sure, you were in a bunker and there was nowhere to really go trick-or-treating, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun and dress up.

You planned on watching scary movies and eating candy all night.  You had picked out an angel costume because it wasn’t too revealing and you had always wanted to wear a pair of wings.  You slipped on the white silky dress that only went a little past your knees.  You were short so the costume was a little longer than it was meant to be.  You put on the wings and the halo, straightening it a bit.

You looked in the mirror that you had in your room, assessing how the costume looked.  You were happy with it.  As you folded your clothes you had worn earlier; the sound of wings fluttering was a pleasant surprise.  You turned around, wearing a proud grin as you put your hands on your hips.  “What do you think Cas,” you asked.

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