i need destiel in my life

Brain: We should sleep

Me: Oka-

Brain: WAIT! I-is that an old ship that we used to be our otp?!

Me: Y-yeah…why?

Brain: We are going to watch all the videos, read all the fanfic, and see all the fanart!

Me: ….but-

Brain: Did I stutter?

six hours later~

Me: I hate you.

Brain: I hate me too….but that animation though

Imagine Your OTP

Person A: When we get married, we need to serve mac and cheese because that’s what I want on the happiest day of my life 

Person B: Did you just say “When” ?!?!? 

Person A: Yeaaaaah…. 

Person B: Did you just propose while talking about mac and cheese? 

Person A: Why yes it looks like I did 

Okay, okay, okay, but I CANNOT get this AU idea out of my head:

Castiel, as a Reaper instead of an Angel.

Castiel, meeting Dean for the first time when Dean is four years old, standing in front of his burning home with the flames reflecting in the tear tracks on his face. Castiel revealing himself to Dean, gently prompting Dean to mind Sammy’s head as the infant cries and squirms, because he really doesn’t want to reap more than one soul tonight. Laying a sorrowful, sheltering hand on Dean’s head and staring down into pleading green eyes and whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking slowly up the burning porch to reap Mary Winchester’s soul (who refuses to go with him anyways).

Castiel, as the Reaper who appears to Dean after the car accident while Dean is in a coma, shocked when Dean remembers him from that night so many years ago. Dean jokingly asking, “Are my guardian angel or something?” and Castiel sadly telling him, “No. Rather the opposite, I’m afraid,” and having to explain to Dean about the existence of Reapers. Castiel wishing to himself that he didn’t have to reap this vibrant young man, who is brave and frustrating and stubborn and obviously so full of life, and then realizing he should be careful about what he wishes for, because Dean is spared but Castiel is forced to reap Dean’s father instead, and he hates that he’s causing Dean more pain.

Castiel, meeting Dean again less than a year later. And then meeting him again. And again. And again, as Dean and Sam work the Trickster case, and Dean dies every day. They get to know each other pretty well, and it becomes something of a running joke: “We’ve got to stop meeting this way, Cas,” Dean teases, and each day Dean bemoans the ridiculous new way that he’s just been killed, and Castiel commiserates sympathetically and helpfully points out that at least Dean didn’t pee himself this time. And he hates that Dean has to die every day, but he hates himself even more because he can’t help dreading the day they catch the Trickster and it all stops, because then he won’t have an excuse to keep seeing Dean and listen to his laugh and hear about his favorite bands and watch the fond way he looks at his brother.

Castiel, appearing when Sam is stabbed by Jake, sick to death with the thought of reaping the soul from Dean’s brother. He doesn’t reveal himself to Dean in the real world this time, even though he could, because he can’t bear to have Dean turn those stricken green eyes on him, he’s a coward, a coward, a coward - but it doesn’t stop Dean, kneeling in the dirt and clutching the lifeless body of his brother tight in his arms, from screaming out, “I know you’re out there, Cas! Don’t you dare take him! I’ll never forgive you!” And he thinks it’s a cruel, cruel joke that he’s destined to continually reap the souls of the people Dean loves most, one by one, and when Castiel leads away the soul of Sam Winchester, there are tears on both their faces as they tell Dean ‘goodbye’, even though he can’t hear them.

Castiel, being summoned one year later, unsure of what’s happening, suddenly finding himself staring down at Dean’s shredded body on the floor at his feet - but Dean’s soul is still here, obstinate and unyielding, circled by snapping hellhounds but refusing to let them drag him away because “I said I’d go to Hell and I will, but I don’t need hand-fucking-delivered by these fleabags, I’ll take my own way there, goddammit! I’m allowed a Reaper! Bring Castiel the Reaper!” And Castiel raises his eyes and meets Dean’s gaze, and it’s gentle, and resigned, and frightened, and forgiving, and Castiel doesn’t deserve it, he’s never deserved anything less than the understanding in those eyes, and he’d rather be anywhere else, he’d rather be dead himself, than here to take away Dean’s soul to Hell. But he does his job and he leads Dean to the gates of Hell, except then he can’t go, he can’t leave Dean here, he can’t - until Dean kisses him, sudden and fleeting, and tells him, “It’s okay, Cas,” and pushes him away.

Castiel, blindly turning away for only the briefest span of time - the blink of an eye, the pulse of a human heartbeat - before he realizes he can’t do this. Screw the job, screw the deals, and screw the laws of nature, he will not leave Dean here…except when he turns around, Dean is already gone. 

Castiel, spending the next forty years breaking into Hell, laying waste to horde after horde of demons with the fatal touch of his ghastly true form. The memory of Dean’s kiss burns a brand against his lips, and when he finally, finally finds Dean, the touch of Castiel’s spectral hand burns its own brand on Dean’s soul as he grips him tight - the touch of death claiming a soul already dead, because Dean is his. Dean looking up at Castiel, and his soul is messy and tortured and broken, but he still manages a smile as he chokes out: “See? Told ya you were my guardian angel,” and Castiel carries Dean’s soul out of Hell and chooses life.

Meanwhile at the bunker...
  • Dean: Hey Sammy. I've got to talk to you about something
  • Sam: Sure Dean
  • Dean: So it's like this alright... You know how I love pie the best?
  • Sam: Yes I know how you love pie the best
  • Dean: Yeah and I always did since I can remember. And if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake-
  • Sam: You'd throw a bitch fit
  • Dean: I'd politely decline. Shut up Sammy I'm talking. Anyway all my life it was pie and not cake.
  • Dean: But imagine that one day this cake came into my life... this really amazing cake. Like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate - plucked from God's own dessert tray, if you will.
  • Dean: And I'm like "DAMN! I need to eat this cake right now." And it's not like I don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome. But this cake looks so good that I might never eat pie again
  • Dean: I can see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life
  • Sam: Dean what...
  • Sam: What are you even saying?
  • Dean:
  • Dean:
  • Dean: I might be a little gay for Cas

anonymous asked:

gee I wonder what'll happen when the heater in the bunker suddenly malfunctioned, I hope they do some snuggles nuggles

DEAR ANON: I saw this first thing this morning, and started typing a reply while waiting for my coffee to brew. Somehow I ended up spending more than four hours on it, and somehow it ballooned into just over 3k words of complete fluff. So I put it on AO3 in case anyone would rather read it there… *hands out toothbrushes and toothpaste for post-fluff consumption brushing*

ACK. Oh no, heater malfunction in that place? I can’t even imagine them trying to fix it if it goes out while they’re away on a hunt or something. Like they come back and it’s practically arctic outside, and all they want after a long and exhausting hunt is a hot shower and a good long sleep.

It felt a little chillier than usual in the garage, but they didn’t think too much about it at first, because hey they did just open the doors and let all the cold air in along with the car. But opening the door into the rest of the bunker doesn’t bring any relief.

“Someone leave a window open?” Dean called out as he headed to his room to drop his bags.

“There are no windows,” Cas helpfully reminded him. “We are underground.”

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no but just imagine an AU where Dean and Sam are able to see the wings of every angel, and both of them have always wondered why Cas spreads them wide whenever he’s near Dean and not with Sam. And Dean keeps asking him why that is but Cas just ignores the question and blushes like a little school girl. But then one day, Sam enters the main area in the bunker where Dean and Cas are sitting and talking, and he goes “so get this; just read a little something about angels. Apparently they have no control over their wings and they spread wide when they are attracted to a human because it’s their way of seducing them…”

dean spits out his coffee and cas is hiding his face in shame.

  • Mom: All you do is sit in your room all day, you need a hobby.
  • Me: Mom, I have a hobby! I'm... An art collector.
  • Mom: An art collector?
  • Me: *secretly scrolling through my album of 750+ fan artworks for all of my ships* Yup.

Hey, remember my AU with pack alpha wolf!Cas and idek-what!Dean?
I still haven’t figured out what exactly is Dean, but tags suggested either a lamb or a goat. All we know for sure is that he’s a little shit.

Struggles of being an author #1
  • Story that I spend hours or days on to make sure that everything is okay and the plot moves at a good pace and the English and information is correct: 1 review (update soon), 3 follows
  • Story that I threw together in ten minutes on my phone and there are so many typos it shouldn't even be considered English: 583 reviews (O mG T h Is I s So AmA zIn G y U n0 wRi Te Mo Re... . ..?, ,?.), 74 follows, 68 favorites

This is gonna hurt like hell ! You’ve been warned !


“Loving and fighting
Accusing and denying
I can’t imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos
The demons we’re made of
I’d be so lost if you left me alone

You locked yourself in the bathroom
Lying on the floor when I break through
I pull you and feel you heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me?
Hold on I still want you
Come back I still need you

Let me take you and I’ll make you right
I swear I’ll love you all my life
Hold on I still need you

I don’t wanna let go
I know I’m not that strong

I just wanna hear you say baby let’s go home
Let’s go home

Yeah I just wanna take you home

Hold on I still need you”

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anonymous asked:

I honestly tried so hard not to ship Destiel but it's just one of those ships y'know you just kinda accidentally ship and I really don't wanna cause some of the fandom is kinda toxic but I can't help but to ship it

Dude, SAME.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Honestly, I’ve never shipped anything before (I liked it when Spike x Buffy did eventually go somewhere and was kinda beautiful but I didn’t really ship it), I didn’t even know what shipping was until I found tumblr a few months ago, I’m mostly straight (I’m a bit fluid but meh, mostly straight), and I never really thought about representation that much beyond ‘yeah, thats a great thing, there should be more of it’. 

So I just watched the show (on my own) with no previous knowledge of anything at all and…. well…. it was so obvious?!

I mean, I just binge watched the show last year because I love sci-fi and I was in a bit of a bad place and needed a distraction and had watched all the Buffy/True Blood/GoT I could and was looking for something new.

I loved seasons 1-3, I did, but then, enter Castiel and literally, my life has kind of changed?! I have an obsessive personality anyway but…. jeez. What a character and WHAT A ROMANTIC GLORIOUS LOVE STORY!

And then it just dragged… and dragged…. and yet also GREW so much?! 

So, like, what exactly are they doing? Well, I believe they know exactly what they are doing, especially since Dabb took over, but hey, let’s see…. but my blog description is ‘endgame Destiel positive’ so you know what I mean ;)

It’s all THERE, they all know its there, the writers USE it in their plots, the editors make it visually obvious, it’s even referenced in the show, the actors all KNOW, I mean come on!

Originally posted by literarycasualty

It’s not our fault if they use all the romance tropes with these two.

I think it is very relevant that so many Destiel meta-writers and shippers have a background in understanding stories, being teachers, journalists, book worms, cinematography students etc etc and therefore can make pretty good conclusions from the material that is being shown.

I mean, the overall story of these two characters is that one is a fallen, rebellious Angel who just wants to feel Human and belong somewhere and loves caring for others and one is a faithless man with abandonment issues who just wants someone to stay with and care for him.

Said fallen Angel rebels and does it, all of it for Him, eventually looking to Him instead of God, is in return called ‘family’ and cared for himself. 

Said Human learns to have Faith in and through his Angel and through this in himself, which is a key part of his overall story in the whole show.

They’re WRITTEN as each other’s canonical other half (see this post about how its a romantic and not a buddy story according to literary guidelines).

Their story is like so many rom-com, shakespearean and classical for that matter love/mythical stories where they start out on opposite sides and kind of meet in the middle you know? The idea being that they ‘complete’ each other and lead themselves to be the best that they can be and who they really are and want to be deep down? As these two clearly do?!

I’ve said before and I’ll say again, Dean and Cas are canonically central to each other’s CORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT and their endgames are INTERLINKED.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

I mean, if this was a guy and a girl and it was a movie, so all the story was shown in 1h30 minutes and at the end they were like oh, no, but you see, they’re just FRIENDS. Literally everyone would just be like WHAT?!

The fact that Disney movies and romcoms are so highly parallel-able with Destiel, because it fits that literary box - as a romance, not a buddy story or a drama or even a familial story, it does up to a point, but it definitely transcends this and moves into romance realms pretty early on, like, season 5 FFS.

It’s not our fault, the show made us do it.

If fandom wank is a problem for you, well, I don’t like it either, I guess no one does apart from the ones instigating it who seem to get a high off it, I just blacklist on tumblr and I don’t attend cons, so… meh, I have this gorgeous little space where we all know and all discuss what is happening and it is lovely, feel free to join us :)

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Here are all the illustrations for my 36k Dean/Cas fairy AU Our Garden Home, which is finally completed after 19 months!! Hands-down, it’s the most personal (and cutest) story I’ve ever written, with lots of hard topics all wrapped up in a childlike narrative. If you crave some flowers, cuddles, or “tiny disabled fairy vs. society” adventures in your life, this fic is what you need.

✿ the cuddling illustration by itself

✿ all my other fics

There were so many goddamn times I should’ve told you. So many moments when the sentiment rose up in my heart but the words got stuck at the roof of my mouth, jammed there as though I’d lost any ability to communicate.


And I was so fucking wrong, I was so wrong that I might as well be thinking that left is right and right is left for my entire life because the idea that I could ever stop loving you is bullshit. Because you are my north star, the point that guides me back to myself when the world tries to make me into someone that only has my name.


When you touched me it was like the Garden of Eden exploded into existence. You’re in my veins, it’s as though I was made from one of your ribs or maybe you were made from one of mine, we’ve always just been echoes of each other.


We are magnets, drawn together and ripped apart, bloody and burning the stars alive with the power that comes when our eyes connect for long. And maybe that’s why we keep getting separated, because the universe knows that if we are given time we’d make all the great love stories seem like the worst romance novels, false and hollow and fantasy.


I love you, I love you, I love you. That’s what I’m trying to whisper when I touch you, that’s what I’m trying to scream when I ruin myself to save you, that’s what I need the world to know when all this over and the only one who truly gets our story right will be our ghosts, our ashes curled around each other, together in death as we never were in life.

—  Ashes to Ashes, (that’s how long i’ll love you) by Abby S