sorry i haven’t done many comics this summer!! here’s a quick one based on this post just because lmao

This happens like every time I read a new book or start a new show

Find your REAL Angel name

• First two letters of your last name • First vowel of your first name • Third letter of your middle name (or parent’s first name if you don’t have a middle name • Last consonant of your last name • Add IEL or EL to the end!

Grocriel… that’s hideous….

Taicriel. Not sure which of us has the worse one

Mate, mine’s Huoonel, I don’t think you need to worry.

Okay, you win the awful name contest

Beattiel

It’s almost good

Wiariel

I’ll take it.

Saaieh. It sounds like a sneeze.

I got Chaesiel - not too bad

Hiousiel or Hiotsiel…. k then

Saarkiel… I dunno what to make out of this

SHAMSIEL 😄

What a beautiful name ! Shams in Arabic means Sun 😍

@destielette i literally named an angel Shamsiel in one of my fics. that’s so crazy

@ordered—chaos Omg ! now I’m really tempted to change my url to “Shamsiel” . Also this name would fit CAS perfectly knowing that CAS is often associated with a sun 😍

Oserniel or osernel wtf...

This happens like every time I read a new book or start a new show

mood

Pride

“Dean,” Cas says, “happy Pride month.”

And Dean, closeted and careful Dean, freezes and stares at him, open-mouthed.

“Wh- how’d - why would you say that?” he says, half-curious, half-defensive, and definitely leaving no halves for anything as ridiculous as hope.

Cas frowns. “Because… I’m proud of you. That… is what Pride month is for? Being proud of people? I haven’t… misunderstood?”

Dean’s non-existent hope is shoved away, and he snorts and shakes his head, and laughs.

“Nah, Cas,” he said. “Pride is for… you know, like, gay pride.” 

Cas’ eyebrows rise. “Oh.”

“Or - no, well, anyone who’s not straight, actually. Pride month is about not-straight people being proud of who they are.”

“Oh,” says Cas, again. And then he says, “Well - happy Pride month to both of us, then.”

And he walks away. Dean’s mouth is still hanging open thirty seconds later.

x

x

okay but au where dean and cas are best friends and dean comes over to cas’ house but on the way to his room he stops by cas’ sister’s room to say hi to her parrot. 

and the parrot goes “i think i’m in love with dean” and dean’s just like wtf but then anna comes in all hysterically nervous laughter trying to cover for her brother and she’s all like “haha yeah i’m totally in love with you haha i just didn’t tell you ‘cause you’re cas’ best friend and you’d never return my feelings haha” 

and dean’s like shit she’s right because he’s already more or less in love with cas but then cas comes in to find dean and the parrot says “castiel i can’t believe you’re in love with dean” and dean’s like “what is the truth” and anna’s like “gotta blast” and that’s how dean and cas get together. 

because of the damn parrot.

Is the parrot called Gabriel?

it is now

x

okay but au where dean and cas are best friends and dean comes over to cas’ house but on the way to his room he stops by cas’ sister’s room to say hi to her parrot. 

and the parrot goes “i think i’m in love with dean” and dean’s just like wtf but then anna comes in all hysterically nervous laughter trying to cover for her brother and she’s all like “haha yeah i’m totally in love with you haha i just didn’t tell you ‘cause you’re cas’ best friend and you’d never return my feelings haha” 

and dean’s like shit she’s right because he’s already more or less in love with cas but then cas comes in to find dean and the parrot says “castiel i can’t believe you’re in love with dean” and dean’s like “what is the truth” and anna’s like “gotta blast” and that’s how dean and cas get together. 

because of the damn parrot.

Is the parrot called Gabriel?

it is now

Fic title: Heavenly Kisses, by tfw_cas

Rating: Mature, for language

Summary: Dean Winchester really wants to kiss Castiel. He just needs an excuse to get close to the angel.

AO3

This was written as a challenge from this picture prompt.

Look at them. Those lips; so pink and kissable. Dean Winchester had kissed a lot of people in his life - mostly women, but a few men as well - but he had never wanted to kiss anyone as badly as he wanted to kiss Castiel right now. The angel was just standing there, leaning against the kitchen counter, as if nothing was wrong. Stupid, sexy angel. Of course, there wasn’t actually anything wrong, other than the feelings that were coursing through the hunter right now.

I could…. Could I just go over and kiss him? Dean needed to find an excuse to get close to Castiel. Think. Think. He got up from his chair and wandered slowly over to Mr. blue-eyed sex on legs and smiled sweetly. Act natural.

“Hey Cas, there’s… something on your face.” Yeah, good one.

“What? What is on my face, Dean?” Castiel looked perturbed at the thought.

“Something… I can’t see what it is. I need to look closer.” Smooth.

“Okay, Dean.” The hunter moved as close as he could to Castiel, without actually touching him. Personal space? Nah. Dean stared deeply into those eyes and as their gazes locked, it seemed that they were getting closer to one another, without being aware that they were moving. His eyes flicked down to those lips, he could feel his breathing becoming shallower, and his heart was starting to beat wildly. For a few moments, neither of them moved and the air around them felt positively alive with anticipation. As Dean was about to move in, Castiel spoke.

“D-Dean, can you see it?” Jesus. His voice had dropped a couple of octaves, and that did things to the hunter.

“Yeah, it’s just there.” Dean could barely remember what it was the angel was talking about - something… somewhere? - but he knew that this was his chance. The opportunity to do what he had wanted to for so very long. He moved forward, until their mouths were almost touching, then he brushed his top lip ever so gently against Castiel’s. Holy fuck, that feels good. He paused for a tiny moment, wanting to gauge the angel’s reaction.

Castiel looked shocked - stunned - but not upset, and that was all the encouragement Dean needed. He moved in again, this time capturing Castiel’s whole mouth with his. The angel’s breath hitched, then moaning into Dean’s mouth, he surged forward so that their bodies were flush against each other. The kiss became instantly passionate, as Castiel lifted his hands to run them through Dean’s hair, and Dean pulled at Castiel’s clothing. He really wanted to run his hands over the angel’s skin and when he finally got his hands under the shirt, he revelled in the way Castiel felt under his fingers.

Breathless, Dean broke off from the kiss to gaze once more into those eyes. Fuck. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Cas.” Barely able to speak, the word came out as a whisper - a prayer - but that one word spoke volumes.

“Dean, can I kiss you again?” There was a look of pure desire on the angel’s face; one that Dean could not resist.

“Yeah Cas, that would be… heavenly.”

for cas

Dean buys the house, obviously.

The bunker’s a fucking mess anyway after all that shit went down with Ketch, so he’d rather not be there anyway. He needs a fresh break from that shit, or it’ll just drive him crazy. Besides, he’d already kind of bowed out from hunting when he let Sam lead the attack on the Men of Letters. Seems like a good time to retire.

Dean puts off a funeral. That seems so damn final. Cas always come back, and it’d be a lot harder to do it without a body waiting for him, right? He’ll need his body when—

It takes him a while, but Sam convinces him. They set up a pyre, invite Jody and Donna and Garth and Claire. No one says much. Or maybe they do. Dean’s not really listening to anything but the constant Please don’t be dead please don’t be dead please let this be a fucking nightmare that keeps playing on a loop in his head.

Dean spreads the ashes over the lake, over the yard, in the surrounding woods. A few weeks later, everything’s growing like crazy. So many flowers, the trees’ dying branches have come back to life, and the wildlife in the pond is flourishing.

But the burned grass outlining Cas’ wings is still brown and dead.

Dean busies himself with fixing up the house. It’s not in disrepair, exactly, but there are plenty of little projects. A door that won’t close all the way. A leaky faucet. Uneven tiles in the kitchen. This was the last place Cas ever lived, and Dean’s going to make sure it lasts.

The truck. He takes care of that, too. Spends so much time on it that the Impala’s feeling the neglect. Dean just gives Sam the Impala. She deserves to be driven, deserves more attention than he can give her. Instead he drives the old truck and listens to the mixtape he made for Cas on repeat.

Sometimes he prays. It’s obviously useless, evidenced by Cas being completely and totally gone. But it’s comforting. When he lies down between Cas’ wings and stares up at blue skies that remind him of Cas’ eyes, it helps him feel connected to Cas. In those moments when he prays to his lost angel, Dean can almost imagine he’s there with him.

Maybe he is. In the breeze or the plants the remains of his grace gave life to or in every beat Dean’s heart takes.

Dean likes that, thinking that Cas is still alive as long as Dean is. He make it his mission to make sure he lives a long long time. For both of them.

“Why don’t you move?” Sam asks a few years later. He doesn’t bother trying to get Dean back into hunting. If he couldn’t get Dean to help him try and get their mom back, there’s no way he’ll come back now just for kicks. Besides, there’s not much left to hunt these days. Jack was everything Cas seemed to think he’d be and more.

Good.

Dean would’ve been pissed if Cas had died protecting a dud.

“Move where?”

“I don’t know… anywhere? Anywhere that’s not… That’s not…”

Full of Castiel. A constant reminder of him at every turn.

“I can’t,” Dean says simply as he drinks his tea. He can really taste the honey, and it makes him smile.

“Dean…” There’s a warning in Sam’s tone, but he doesn’t say more.

“Look, Sammy, I… I can’t leave him. This place, he’s everywhere here. I don’t have it in me to leave him behind. I owe him so much…”

For all the things he did to Cas. For all the things he said and didn’t say. For all the lost possibilities that died with Cas that day.

He knows Cas wouldn’t hold it against him if he left, but Dean would hate himself for it.

“I can’t,” he repeats more firmly.

Sam sighs in defeat. “Okay.”

Dean might not hunt anymore, but he doesn’t give up on the supernatural altogether. He helps hunters who are passing through. He collects books and helps with research. Maybe does a little research on his own, trying to figure out where angels go when they die.

Maybe some day he’ll find the answer.

And as soon as he does, Dean’ll be busting in and breaking Cas out or die trying.

Until then, though, he’ll stay at this lakeside house and take care of the flowers.

For Cas.

Fic title: Honey, by tfw_cas

Rating: Mature

AO3

Dean Winchester was in a great mood; he had gotten more than his four hours last night, the hunt he and Sam had been on was quick and simple, Cas was living permanently at the bunker, he had had an awesome bacon cheeseburger for lunch, Cas was happy… So this is why, as he walked through the doors he called out “Hey honey, I’m home.”

Oh, holy crap. He thought. I really hope Cas isn’t home, and if he is, please don’t say he heard that.

Nope, not that lucky. Cas appeared, quizzical look on his face, head tilted in that adorable way of his.

“Hello Dean,” he said. “Why were you talking about honey? Did you mean to say hey I’m home. I’ve got honey? I would quite like some honey.”

“No, er…” Think, godammit. “See, Cas, it’s sometimes used as a… kind of… term of endearment. A pet name.”

“Oh,” said Cas, looking as if he did not understand.

“People say it to the ones they, er… their family.”.

“Oh, I see,” said Cas with a smile. “Thank you honey.”

Oh god, why did Cas calling him that sound so good?

“I must remember to say it to Sam when I see him.”

No. Nope. “No Cas, that’s not… you can’t say that to him.”

“Why not?” Cas looked so confused.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“Because…” why is this so hard to say?

“It’s a… very affectionate greeting.”

Cas suddenly appeared to be catching on to its meaning. “Oh, you’re talking about pet names for people you find attractive?”

“Well, yes. I guess so.”

“In that case,” said Cas as he stepped closer to the hunter “I would very much like to call you honey. Also, sweetheart, my love…”

Hang on just a minute. “Cas, how is it that you know these other words but you hadn’t heard honey?”

“Erm…” Cas looked very sheepish. “I might have misspoke a little.”

“Now that’s a word I understand. It means lying, yes?”

“That’s a very harsh way to describe my coaxing you to be honest.”

“Oh, is that what you were doing?”

It seemed that they had reached a stalemate in this conversation, so Cas did the only thing he could think of - he kissed the man he had been in love with for so many years, and Dean responded very enthusiastically.

When they pulled apart Cas said “you know, I have heard that some people use honey in the bedroom. I would very much like to find out if it tastes any different when being licked from your skin.”

“Holy shit Cas,” said Dean, his eyes widening. “You kinky bastard. Let’s check if there’s any honey in the cupboard.”

They would definitely have fun investigating this theory, anyway.

Fic title: First Impressions Matter, by RidinCastielInTheImpala (sayitinenochian.tumblr) and tfw_cas

@sayitinenochian

Rating: Explicit

Summary:  Let’s explore an alternate canon universe where Dean and Castiel’s first meeting goes quite differently.

AO3

“You sure you did the ritual right?” Dean looked over to his father figure, Bobby, who was sitting next to him on the battered table. He swung his legs around lazily, bored with waiting as Bobby looked at him with an irritated expression. “Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?”

Surrounding them on all sides was a dilapidated barn in the middle of nowhere, every sigil or protection symbol known to them scribbled on the walls. They had lain out salt, holy water, and silver, unsure of what they were up against. Not just anything was powerful enough to rip a soul outta hell. As if on cue, a loud rattling shook the roof. Dean and Bobby readied themselves for whatever they were about to face by arming themselves with shotguns and getting into position at the far end of the warehouse. The sound died down, leaving nothing but their breathing and confused looks. Dean found the silence oppressive, and felt the need to say something. “Wishful thinking, but maybe it’s just the wind.”

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