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Here is what I was working on today
I wanted to update some designs to these three in summer sort of wear //slapped
It was also a chance to experiment the way I colour and shade and I really like the outcome

Let’s Go To The Beach

Title : Let’s Go To The Beach

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 2,720

Prompt : You and the team go out to the beach in an attempt to find mermaids. However, it turns into more than just a regular hunt when none of you can find any signs of the supernatural. In the end, you all just have to learn to have a day off… But relaxing is not as easy as it would appear when you are a trained killer. Who knew it would end up being such a hassle to have a vacation?

“This is the life.” Dean leaned back on the longue chair, folding his arms behind his head as he snuggled down in the blinding sunshine.

“But we failed to catch what we came out here for, Dean.” Sam said, leaning out over the edge of the boat, squinting despite the sunglasses on his sun-blocked nose. “Remember? We were supposed to catch a mermaid.” Sam ran a hand through his hair as he ducked back under the shade of the boat’s roof. “What am I supposed to say to that guy who lent us his boat for the day?”

“You know something, Sammy? You worry too much.” Dean smirked, closing his eyes to the sharp rays of light beating down on you.

“Just relax,” Dean murmured and Sam sighed.

“I just don’t like being stuck in the middle of the ocean when we are trying to prove that monsters exist in this area.” Sam scowled.

Dean scoffed. “You scared of the ocean?”


Dean sat up, peaking at his brother with a smirk. “I think you are.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m not.”

“Perhaps we should return this boat then.” Both Sam and Dean turned at Castiel’s solemn voice. He was staring at the vastness of the ocean, his blue eyes squinted against the glare, and his button-down shirt looking much less formal all disheveled and half removed by the ocean wind. His hair was tangled wildly around his sunburned cheeks. “We could return to shore.”

“Cas,” Dean raised a hand to the angel, cocking an eyebrow. “I love you man, but for God’s sake; you need to get that stick out of your butt.” Dean pulled a beer from the six-pack by his chair and smiled. “Just try to have fun for once.” He tossed the drink at Cas to emphasize his point.

Cas caught the bottle easily, reflexes on point as usual, and he glared at Dean. “I do not have a stick up my butt.” Dean let out a snort of laughter at Castiel’s contempt. “What is fun about taking advantage of a fisherman like Hasseman?” Cas continued, looking down at the drink in his hand.

“Hey, he lent us the boat for as ‘long as we needed to catch the mermaids’, remember?”

Cas narrowed his eyes and set the beer down by his bare feet. He had rolled his long dress pants up around his knees. With a pair of sunglasses on his head in that attire, he almost looked like the owner of the yacht-like fishing boat.  Were it not for his attitude, he might have been able to play the part.

“But it is more practical to return to the port—”

“Oh, come on, Cas. We are not going back yet, are we?”

Cas whirled around at the sound of your voice, his mouth still agape as he lost thought completely.

“Wow.” Dean smiled, nodding to you as you stepped up onto the hot deck in bare feet. You stuck out your tongue at him as you passed, wearing little to nothing in your black bikini. “Y/N, never knew you had that hidden under all those delightful layers of plaid and leather and,” he raised a drink to his lips shooting Cas a smug look, “emotion.”

Cas finally managed to close his mouth, staring at you. You stepped toward him and wrapped your arms around him happily, loving the sensation of the warm salty air as it whipped through your hair. “Dean, you would never know because you never take time to dig through layers.”

“I dig.” Dean insisted indignantly, spreading his hands.

“No you don’t.”

“I’m pretty sure all of us have too many twisted layers anyway, Y/N.” Sam said, pulling off his red t-shirt with a sigh before he sat down on a lounge chair by Dean. “Your argument is invalid if all of us are equally screwed up.”

“Touché.”  You smiled as you ran your hands teasingly along the button-down seam of Castiel’s blouse. You were itching to get him out of it, but he wasn’t like Sam and Dean. He was gentler, purer, and far more fun to mess with.

You looked to Cas. “I thought we were going swimming.”

Cas was watching your fingers as they traced the buttons of his shirt. He dragged his gaze up to yours after a struggle, his cheeks pink as he took in the sight of you. “I…” He looked around, as if he forgot his argument altogether.

“Yeah, but Cas wants to go back to the port.” Dean said with a smirk. You giggled as Cas shot Dean a poisonous glare. “Isn’t that right, Castiel?”

There was a pause as Cas swallowed quickly and cleared his throat. “Well, if that’s what Y/N really wants, I’m sure a few extra minutes couldn’t hurt.”

“Sweet.” You and Dean both let out a cheer at Cas’s consent. Sam chuckled and leaned back, picking up a book he had been reading and placed it over his eyes as he settled down to rest in the shade.

You tugged on Cas’s arm happily. “Let’s go!”


“Let’s swim, dummy.”

Cas let out a low laugh, unamused. “I don’t want to swim, Y/N.”  You turned to him, pouting and he smiled at you, blushing slightly. “Of course that doesn’t imply that you aren’t allowed to get in if you want to.”

“You like to watch, eh Cas?” Dean called, and Sam punched him as you both rolled your eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” You asked, deflated.

Cas smiled and gestured to his clothes. “I did not bring a change of clothes.”

“You could take them off.” You offered with a slight smile. You knew you wouldn’t be able to convince Cas. When he set his mind to something he was impossible to persuade.

“I’d prefer to keep my attire on my body while Dean and Sam are around.” He cast a glance at the boys. “They tend to be…” He trailed off, searching for the right word.


“Bitches?” Dean shouted, his eyes closed as he smirked to himself.


You let out a laugh and stepped away from him, looking over the edge of the boat into the clear, blue waters. It looked so tempting… “But how often do we get the chance to swim in a place as beautiful as this?” You undid the latch that held the ladder up against the side of the boat and it fell intot he clear, blue water with a splash. You turned back to the angel, giving him the best puppy-eyes you could muster.

“Really, Y/N, you can swim if you want to.” Cas insisted gently.

“I don’t want to alone…” You turned away and sat on the open chair by Dean, frowning.

You glanced at Cas out of the corner of your eye hopefully, praying your pouting would change his mind. But to your surprise, you heard Dean let out a groan of compliance. “Alright fine.” Before you could question him, Dean had stood up and pulled his olive-green tee over his head.

You let out a soft sigh, not wanting to cause him any trouble by compelling him to do something he didn’t want to do. “Dean, its fine. We can stay dry today—” Your voice cut off in a squeal of fright as Dean swooped over and picked you up easily in his arms.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” Dean shook his head at you as you struggled in his arms for a moment, your eyes wide with fright as he carried you to the edge of the boat. “Everything is more fun when wet.”

Before you could finish a scream of realization, Dean tossed you over the edge of the boat and you landed in the salty water with a gigantic splash.

You bobbed to the surface, sputtering and coughing, rubbing the sea water out of your eyes. You blinked up to see Dean laughing so hard he was doubled over on the edge of the boat, Castiel and Sam rushing to see what had happened. You frowned, despite the fact that the water felt amazing and it was good to hear the Winchester’s laugh again.

“DEAN!” You shouted, as a gentle wave cradled you in the warm water, bobbing you up and down. “What the heck?!”

Dean let out a final chuckle, wiping his eyes as Sam came up behind him. “How’s the water, sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pushing your wet tresses back from your forehead. You glared up at Dean. “Delightful.” You cast him a sudden smile, laying back on the waves, enjoying the sun on your face. “I’m surrounded by idiots on a boat and potential mermaids in the water. I’m actually happy down here, thank you very much!” You turned and started swimming around indignantly.

You smiled to yourself, paddling a little ways away.

“Y/N, don’t go too far.” You frowned a little at Castiel’s worried voice.

You turned on your back to look at him from where he perched on the boat. His eyes were locked on you attentively. You smirked to yourself as you realized you had his full, rapt attention. You pushed your hair back from your face and fluttered your eyes at him as seductively as you could. “Nothing’s going to happen, Cas. You’d jump in to save me wouldn’t you?”

You heard Sam chuckle as Castiel flushed a little pink as you shimmied away from him on your back, swimming tauntingly around the boat. Cas’s eyes were locked on you. You smiled to yourself, mentally praising the way you were holding his attention so strongly.

You closed your eyes against the brightness of the sun, ducking under the waves for a few seconds. The sound of the ocean was dull and muffled under water, but it was still magical. You reemerged a few moments later, wiping the water from your face.

But as you resurfaced, you heard a low, raspy voice call out from the deck. “Oh my god, what is that?!”

You whipped around in the water, the concern in Dean’s voice setting you on edge. “What?”

Dean pointed, running to the very edge of the boat, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and fear. “That, in the water!”

You spun a quick circle. You could not see anything.

“What is it?” Castiel’s voice was full of protective roughness as he came up beside Dean, his eyes wide and searching the water.

“In the water next to Y/N.” Dean pointed.

CAs leaned over, his eyes narrowed at the waves.

“It looks like…” Dean shifted a centimeter closer to Castiel, and his frown suddenly vanished into a grin, “an angel.”

Before any of you could react, Dean stepped behind Cas and shoved him hard in the back. Your eyes flew wide in shock and amusement as a low growl of shock ripped from Cas’s throat before he hit the water in a loud splash. You let out a laugh as Dean wiped his hands in front of him, as if satisfied with his work. He shot you a look as Cas surfaced a few feet away, sputtering something in Enochian, “You’re welcome.”

“You really are so charming.” You laughed as you paddled toward Castiel, shooting Dean a sarcastic smirk.  

Castiel frowned, swimming in a sloppy circle before he shot Dean a deadly glare. “What was the purpose of that?!” He snarled, but a wave cut him off, filling his mouth with salty water. He spit it out and frowned up at Dean as Sam came up to stand beside his brother.

“Come on, Cas. It’s not that bad.”

At your voice, Castiel turned around in the water, his anger melting away. You almost giggled out loud as he swam toward you, his blue eyes searching your face with a look of pure, unadulterated concern. “Are you alright?” His voice rumbled, so deep and powerful, you were sure that ripples would cast out from his rib cage.

“I’m wonderful.” You smiled, swimming closer to him, nuzzling under his chin as you paddled beside him. You cast a quick peek at his chest. His button down white shirt was clinging to his well-built chest, and you had to look away quickly so that he wouldn’t notice.

That and you were about to drool. You couldn’t help it. He was flipping gorgeous, his tangled hair dripping and sparkling as if diamonds were being cast of his ebony locks, his clothes clinging to his body, his blue eyes matching the color of the mesmerizing waves.

There was a moment of silence as you cast him a sweet smile before paddling away. Or you would have, if Castiel hadn’t caught hold of your wrist and pulled you tightly to his chest. You almost let out a gasp of delight at the contact, clinging to his strong chest as your eyes flittered up to his. He blinked at you, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You are blushing.”

You looked away, finding it hard not to smile. “It’s the heat…”

Castiel was still for a long moment, his eyes fixed on your face. “Liar.”

You blinked for a moment, caught off guard like a giggling school girl. “I forgot angels were so perceptive…” You took a moment to regain your composer. Castiel was yours, after all. You didn’t need to be so intimidated by him. You took a deep breath and leaned into his chest. Castiel was still studying your face as you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his, cutting off a gentle breath of question that hovered on his perfect lips.

He always tasted so sweet, almost impossibly so. Now he tasted ever so slightly of salt, and you smiled against his lips as his fingers gently lingered above your shoulders, as if he was afraid to touch your exposed body. You leaned harder into him, enjoying the strangle sound that rumbled from his chest as you pressed your body flush against his.


“Hmm?” You purred, running your fingers through his hair as he shifted under you. You grinned, pulling back to admire your work, only to laugh under your breath at the way his hair was sticking up at all angles on top of his head.

“I love you.” Castiel smiled, a warm growl erupting from his throat. You shivered in anticipation at the sound, so feral and wild and un-earthly. He was so distant form you in moments like this, so desperate for you that he seemed more alien than ever, and yet, you were the closest in these moments as well. Your breath escaped you in a rush as he leaned into you and pressed a wide open kiss to your neck. His fingers moved and started to fiddle with the strings of your bikini ties and you blinked open your eyes.

Up on the deck, Dean and Sam were staring at you with amused grins on their faces.

“We shouldn’t…” You finally ground out, barely managing to finish as Castiel pulled your hand up to his mouth and pressed his lips to your fingers deliciously.  “Not here.” He frowned for a moment and you cast a quick look up at the boys.

Castiel frowned. He looked back to you. “Let them stare.”

You let out a little giggle. “It’s not about me. It’s…” You snuggled up into Castiel’s arms with a smile. “I don’t want them to have the satisfaction of knowing they can throw us into the ocean whenever they feel like it.”

Castiel frowned. “So you are insinuating we should educate them?”

You grinned. “Do angels have power over the elements or is that just Jesus?”

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“See?” Dean leaned back, away from the edge of the boat with a proud smirk. “Sometimes you just need to push people together.”

Sam rolled his eyes and sat down on the lounge chair on the deck, sliding his sunglasses down his nose. “Whatever. They are already together. I don’t know what you feel like you have accomplished.”

Dean smiled to himself, folding his arms smugly. “I’m an awesome match-maker, Sammy. Admit it.”

Sam rolled his eyes.

Neither of them could see the giant wave that was traveling toward them from Castiel’s direction.

As it turns out, angel wings can move more than just air.

WOOOO Its summer time and ya know what that means?  Coloring fan art!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAY!! Plus Ive been so excited with the new steven universe episodes! Freakin love them!! More fan art for various shows on the way :3