Witchcraft does not, in any way, replace the medication, the therapy, or the doctors that you may need. Get proper care if you have any health problems!
Witchy things you can do to provide yourself with peace and spiritual care:
Cleanse and clean your space regularly.
Sit down to reflect and think
Offer gratitude to any spirits, deities, elements, etc. that you work with.
Spend time in nature
Get some sleep to let yourself recharge and rest
Think positive thoughts as much as possible
Create a sigil that has a “healing” “self care” “positive thinking” meaning to scatter around you.
Create a positive chant to say to yourself when you need some positivity.
Create your own tea blend to calm and offer you comfort.
Get a plant that you connect with. Whenever you are feeling down care for it, whether you are watering it, fertilizing it, singing to it, or reciting poetry to it. Name it. Provide it with the happiness that you are lacking.
Provide yourself with a playlist or soundtrack to play when you need to calm down and unwind.
Create your own daily rituals to help keep you grounded.
Drink a cup of tea.
Send thanks and say good morning to the sun when you wake up and wish the moon goodnight before you fall asleep.
Carry rose quartz, citrine, and tigers eye with you to boost your self esteem and self confidence.
Take a moment to BREATH
Carry a crystal that you take favor to and feel familiar with.
Turn off all the electronics in your room. Lights, cellphone, laptop,ect. Light some candles and write in your grimoire or read a book.
Create a self care jar and add herbs and crystals with self-care type correspondences. Leave it somewhere that you can see it. Charge it with good intentions so whenever you look at it, it brings you a small bit of happiness.
Look up at the stars.
Talk to the moon.
Take a long bath and add lavender to calm yourself. Maybe light some candles as well.
Connect and spend time with your tarot deck, familiar, magick tools, etc.
Make something magickal whether you cook or craft it. But let it come from the heart.
Do some yoga.
Do not forget to take your prescribed medication, it was prescribed to you for a reason.
Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.
Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.
It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.
“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”
“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.
“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”
Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.
“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”
“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.
“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.
“Surprise.” Cas smiles.
“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.
“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”
Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.
“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.
“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”
“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.
Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.
“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”
“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.
“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”
Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.
They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”
They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.
“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”
He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”
Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.
“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”
“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”
He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.
“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”
Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.
“Did you ever think about kissing me?”
When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.
“Yes.” Cas admits.
“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”
“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.
His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.
Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.
“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.
“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.
Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.
Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.
He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.
Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.
The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.
Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.
It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.
For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.
“I meant it.” He says.
“What?” Cas frowns.
“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”
Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.
One of the perks of not being an English native speaker and being the only one in my house who can speak it, is that I can read my highly explicit pornographic fanfic with my big ass laptop screen on full light, in the middle of the day at the table, in front of everyone with no shame.
Summary: You’re the new girl in town! You can’t help but feel a little curious about the brooding author at his lonesome booth at Pop’s, and can’t help but be a little bit direct about him and his writing.
Let me know if you want a part 2 or send in requests/prompts because I’m obsessed with Jughead and I want to start writing a bit more <3
Jughead x Reader (Not so romantically in this part, but part 2 may happen!)