day 1: favourite character // outfits  ⤷ for b&a creator week 

shout-out to the times when the show implied dean and cas fucked

Bonus: Sam's face

POV: Your boyfriend tells you to act natural after you get back from the mall.

these two

Ooh I hit 500 followers (a while ago, apparently), time for another

💝ART GIVEAWAY💝

Same as last time, I'm giving away a free smooch piece of two characters of your choosing.

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toss up between chaleigh and destiel, baby! god youre talented

Things That Have To Be In Every Drowley AU Because It Is Law

Feel free to add more. 

Sorcerer that lives in the woods found wounded wolf, that in fact was werewolf and can’t be quiet even for one second after transformation.

For @racheld93​, who asked for Chuck Hansen x Raleigh Becket Fantasy Medieval AU. 

King of the Crossroads

When Dean returned from Hell, he thought it was all over. The demons, the deals. He vowed to never dig at a crossroads again.

Then Jo and Ellen died.

He marched himself down to the crossroads and dug, buried the stupid box in the stupid hole, and turned to face a stupid face.

“Dean-”

“Don’t give me that shit, Crowley! They just died! They fucking died and-… and…”

Dean was shaking and tears were falling down his cheeks. Crowley huffed in irritation and held him awkwardly as Dean’s crying subsided.

“Let me make a deal,” Dean whispered.

“No,” Crowley whispered back.

—

Sam was dead.

Heh. “Dead.”

If only that’s all it was.

Dean had screamed at the crossroads night after night until, finally, Crowley appeared, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Bloody hell,” Crowley bitched. “You’re driving all of us insane! Can’t you take the hint?”

“Me for him. Immediately. I ain’t asking for time. I-… I’m asking for my brother.”

Crowley sighed. “As tempting as those lips might be, boy, the answer is no.”

Dean stared at him, his face slowly falling as he realized the truth. Sammy was gone, and there was nothing he could do.

“Fuck,” Crowley muttered, taking a step forward to catch Dean as he fell to his knees. Crowley rolled his eyes and rubbed Dean’s back until the shaking had subsided.

—

Castiel walked into that damn river.

“Dean, really. We have to quit meeting like this.”

Dean’s hands were in his pockets. His head was down.

“Can you bring him back?” Dean asked softly.

“I won’t make a deal with you, Dean.”

This time, Dean closed the gap, resting his forehead against Crowley’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

“Can you just kill me now and get this over with, then?”

Crowley sighed and held Dean close. “Afraid not.”

—

Dean was throwing shit this time.

Every item in the damn box.

He was throwing it at Crowley, face red, tears streaming, voice hoarse.

“He was my father! Why can’t you just take me instead?!”

Crowley ducked under a bone. “Believe me, Squirrel. We were both fond of dear old Bobby. My answer, however, is still no.”

“Fuck you!”

Crowley sighed and pulled Dean in, holding him easily despite his punching and kicking. “Calm down, love. You’re going to tear my suit.”

Dean’s struggles subsided. He muttered, “Fuck your suit,” without any real bite behind the words.

—

Dean blinked blearily in surprise.

“Beat you here this time. I’m sensing a trend.”

“Charlie…”

“Yes. Charlie. You seem very intent upon sacrificing yourself for the people you love, you know. It’s somewhat of a character flaw.”

Dean just looked at him through red-rimmed eyes. “Please?”

“You already know my answer, darling.” Crowley held out his arms, and Dean stumbled into them, hiding his face in Crowley’s shoulder.

—

Dean patted the dirt back onto the box and laid down, curled into the fetal position. The night wind blew his hair, and he shivered. Crickets chirped, someone honked a horn very far away, and the stars twinkled.

No one showed up.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and tried to forget what had happened.

It didn’t work.

“C'mon,” Dean whispered. “Show up. You gotta show up. You always-…” His voice drifted off, breath shuddering.

Sam found him in the morning, ushering him into the car.

“We’ll get Crowley back,” Sam whispered. “And Cas, too. We always do.”

Crowley’s seduction masterclass.

Basics: Bring flowers. Start a tongue game

the summer of love that never ended**

for @hag4fagmegstiel

**in mine and crowleys hearts

drowley + “just a friend to you” by meghan trainor - requested by @solcages

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