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*takes long drag of cigarette* anyway.... sastiel
Flashback to that one time when Sam said “Samstiel” in an episode and everyone was like “how cute would it be if people actually shipped that!!!! LOL!!! #samstiel” like u could have just went and checked to see that there was a healthy sastiel tag that’s been going since 4x01 but ok
What novels have you done/publish? I would like to read them :)
I have 47 Supernatural fanfics here, but my original work is currently private. But thank you for your support and interest!
Flashback to that one time when Sam said “Samstiel” in an episode and everyone was like “how cute would it be if people actually shipped that!!!! LOL!!! #samstiel” like u could have just went and checked to see that there was a healthy sastiel tag that’s been going since 4x01 but ok
“This isn’t going to work, Sam,” Castiel says, frowning at his boyfriend across his small apartment kitchen. It’s with a heavy heart he says those words, and the atmosphere of the cramped room only grows heavier.
Sam crosses his arms and leans a hip on the counter, a stern expression on his face. “Are you actually saying you're putting Bill above our relationship?”
“Well, I’ve been with him longer...” Castiel mutters but retracts the statement at the sight of Sam’s cocked eyebrow. “That isn’t to say I don’t love you, but I am very attached to Bill. He needs me.”
Hanging his head, Sam lets out an exasperated sigh. “I know, and I’m attached to Denise too, but I think if we just gave it some time--”
Just then, out of the corner of both of their eyes, they see a small white streak dart down the hall, followed by a much larger brown blur close behind. There’s a menacing bark, a snap of toothy jaws, and a shrill feline shriek.
“This is why we can’t live together!” Cas shouts out, sprinting out of the kitchen after their pets. “Denise is going to eat Bill!”
“She just wants to play!”
Sam and Cas’ Apartment: a little crowded but it’s home
Yes, it’s true. And it seems that many people do not know this.
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Distance Means Nothing verse;; sastiel;; g;; set a few years after main story;; hover over the Russian;; 346 words
“I’m not sure I can do this, Cas.”
“You’ll be fine,” Cas sighs—it’s probably the fourth or fifth time Sam’s said that in the past ten minutes.
Another commission I did for apentomyheadandimdead for her lovely fic Shorten the Distance!
Summary: “Nerdytr3nchcoat” and “Impala67” weren’t looking for romance on the dating website called ‘dateangels.com’. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn’t expect to find was each other.
Tags/Warnings: Social Anxiety, Self-Doubt, meddling!sam, meddling!gabriel,
Long-Distance Relationship, Online Relationship
I will defend aces/aros who enjoy reading or writing romantic or sexual stuff in fiction to my dying day but…
I also wanna talk about the overwhelming feeling that no one will read a fic we write if we don’t include some ship or another, how much we’re told “if it’s not rated M it’s not worth reading"–followed up by “the fic was rated M and it didn’t even have smut scenes!” of course.
How many times I’ve seen fellow ace writers talk about how they are trying to teach themselves to write smut they’re repulsed by because people keep demanding it in their works, how many times I’ve seen fellow aro writers buckle under the pressure to make the central relationships in their works romantic.
How when we write about characters with nonromantic sexual relationships we get swarmed with “I can’t wait for them to open their heart~”, how when we write about characters with romantic nonsexual relationships we get “I hope they give in soon~”.
How difficult it is for sex- and romance-repulsed people to find works without it, how frequently we’re guilted or pressured when we try to write it for ourselves.
I am 100% behind the “it’s okay to be ace/aro and enjoy stuff with romance/sex” posts forever but we really need to talk about the pervasive pressure that we have to include it no matter what, whether we want to or not.
We need to talk about the overwhelming culture in fandom that a story is worthless without it.
the pain you feel in your heart when you find a fic with a great plot and 50k+ words but the rating is teen
that pain you feel when you work really hard on a very long fanfic and know that people will brush it off because the rating is teen
I saw your post about I Was Afraid, and I agree that's exactly how Dean would react. I've gotten reactions like that a lot about by asexuality, and I think it just made me love th story more, because I could relate. and Dean does apologise, even though he doesn't get it. Idk I think in eying offended on your behalf so sorry about that but I honestly believe Dean was in character and totally realistic.
i was reading a really good sastiel college au fic with ace!cas and it got ruined when i realized the writer wrote dean as a complete dick about cas’ asexuality
Sorry bro
Yeah that’s kind of the only thing I don’t like about I Was Afraid. The thing is though that it’s so completely in character. I mean I love Dean to death but that’s probably how he’d react. Unfortunately.
I agree with you completely. I hated writing Dean like that but that’s my 1000000% headcanon about how he’d initially react to this news. It’s just Dean’s character--he, just like so many allosexuals, couldn’t imagine a world or a relationship without sex. It’s how a lot of people react to the idea of asexual relationships, unfortunately, and I don’t feel Dean would ever be immune to this. Dean’s not a total dick, he just doesn’t understand at first. It’s very realistic in my experience.
Sam bursts through the front door of the house, making Castiel nearly jump out of his skin. For a few seconds, they look at each other wordlessly. Eyes locked, expressions unreadable, Sam still panting for breath because he nearly ran all the way home.
“Did you hear?” Sam finally says, still gasping out the air in his chest. “Did you see the news?”
Something bright and warm surges in Castiel’s heart, socked feet brushing across the kitchen tile as he finds himself stumbling towards Sam with open arms. He falls into Sam’s, into an embrace that is different than all the others they’ve shared previously.
“Yes…!”
They stay like that for a long moment, arms wrapped around each other. Nothing else matters in that moment, not the open door that is letting the cool air out and bugs in, nor the pasta that is still boiling on the stove. No. The world just melts away from them until it’s just the two of them, just Castiel’s face buried into the crook of Sam’s neck and Sam’s lips pressed to his hair.
“We can get married, we can get married, we can get married…” Sam repeats the words like he couldn’t believe it himself, lips still pressed to his love’s dark locks. “It’s real and it finally happened.”
A beat passes. “Let’s go.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
: : : : : : : : : : :
Years later, Castiel and Sam will tell their children the story about how they got married.
Sam couldn’t find the ring he bought for Castiel fast enough so they substituted one that he already owned, and they scrambled so quickly to get to City Hall that Castiel was still wearing the sweatpants he cleaned the house in.
They’ll laugh about it, but remember it fondly as the best day of their lives.
THIS IS NOT OKAY. WHAT WOULD DEAN SAY.
Dean would be happy for them.
Dean would be mad that they didn’t wait for him to get there seriously guys you couldn’t wait like half an hour so I could see my little brother get married to the love of his life see if I get you a waffle iron this time (he totally gets them a waffle iron, and he has to turn away so they won’t see his delighted grin)
(✓✓✓)
The phone clatters on the table as it vibrates. Sam checks the caller ID and immediately he’s filled with regret.
“It’s Dean,” he tells Castiel from across the kitchen.
“You should answer it.”
Sam sighs. His husband is right: they were in such a rush that afternoon that they forgot to tell anyone, even Sam’s own brother who lived just across town. He already knows exactly what Dean’s going to say, but he still accepts the call.
He doesn’t even get a ‘hello’ out before Dean’s voice booms out of the iPhone speaker.
“YOU COULDN’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER FOUR O’CLOCK TO GET MARRIED? Bitch, I wanted to be there as a witness! I can’t believe I found out from Facebook that my own brother got married.”
“I’m sorry! It happened so quickly, we were kind of excited and didn’t really think anything through.”
“Yeah, well,” Dean scoffs in a tone that tells Sam that he’ll get over it. "You better make me your best man at your wedding.”
“I will. You’ll be right there next to me, I promise.”
Sam bursts through the front door of the house, making Castiel nearly jump out of his skin. For a few seconds, they look at each other wordlessly. Eyes locked, expressions unreadable, Sam still panting for breath because he nearly ran all the way home.
“Did you hear?” Sam finally says, still gasping out the air in his chest. “Did you see the news?”
Something bright and warm surges in Castiel’s heart, socked feet brushing across the kitchen tile as he finds himself stumbling towards Sam with open arms. He falls into Sam’s, into an embrace that is different than all the others they’ve shared previously.
“Yes...!”
They stay like that for a long moment, arms wrapped around each other. Nothing else matters in that moment, not the open door that is letting the cool air out and bugs in, nor the pasta that is still boiling on the stove. No. The world just melts away from them until it’s just the two of them, just Castiel’s face buried into the crook of Sam’s neck and Sam’s lips pressed to his hair.
“We can get married, we can get married, we can get married...” Sam repeats the words like he couldn’t believe it himself, lips still pressed to his love’s dark locks. “It’s real and it finally happened.”
A beat passes. “Let’s go.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
: : : : : : : : : : :
Years later, Castiel and Sam will tell their children the story about how they got married.
Sam couldn’t find the ring he bought for Castiel fast enough so they substituted one that he already owned, and they scrambled so quickly to get to City Hall that Castiel was still wearing the sweatpants he cleaned the house in.
They’ll laugh about it, but remember it fondly as the best day of their lives.
