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We're excited to announce the DeanCas Anniversary Gift Exchange! And what better way to celebrate 1 year of marriage than with a little gift-giving?

Exchange Info Doc || Discord Server

Application Form || Pinch Hit Form

This is a DeanCas focused exchange run by kallen @disableddean, wes @siegenatural, and connor @sarahjacobs in conjunction with @turbohellserver!

We'll provide a bit of information about the exchange here, but you should definitely check out the info doc for more information and join the Discord server if you're interested or have any questions! The Discord is open to everyone, not just participants!

Jan 1 - Sign-ups Open Jan 14 - Last day to sign up Jan 16 - Assignments [Weekly Check-ins] Feb 12 - Gifts Due Feb 14 - Gifts Revealed

VIDS - 15 seconds minimum length

FICS - 350 minimum word count

ART - Must at least be in the nice/clean sketch stage. If doing any sort of multi-panel/multi-sketch concept/storyline, it must be clean enough to read/understand easily

GIFS - 2 gifs

WEBWEAVES - Must contain at least 5 lines

POEMS - Must be at least 5 lines in length and must be proofread/edited.

EDITS/MANIPS - As edits are extremely variable, please use your own discretion here.

PLAYLISTS - 8 songs

This exchange is all ages, so all gifts must not contain any explicit/mature content.

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🌟 Spn firework icons 🌟

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Supernatural 4x01 Lazarus Rising//Crime and Punishment- Fyodor Dostoevsky

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i just think trueform cas is pretty neat

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» lisa peterson and denis o’hare, an iliad (x)

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[Image ID: An seven image edit of Dean transposed with a text excerpt.

The first image is of Dean smiling in Hollywood Babylon, face free of any worry. Black text reads: now the man called hector / shining hector. man-killing hector

The second image is of Dean looking down, unsure about whether to go back to his house in Lawrence. Black text reads: hektoros hippodamoio. hector breaker of horses— / it's always so hard to describe hector—

The third image is of Dean in his Superman dream, holding a shotgun. Black text reads: his little brother calls him a "sharp ax"— / a sharp edge, always cleaving forward

The fourth image is of Dean in the passenger seat of Baby, looking at Sam. Black text reads: hector believes in—he believes in institutions / he believes in—in country

The fifth image is of Dean calling John in Home, tears in his eyes. Black text reads: he believes in family / he believes in the army

The sixth image is of Dean looking at Layla accepting her terminal illness. Black text reads: isn't it funny how hard it is to describe a good man?

The seventh image is of Dean talking to Sam at the end of 2x22, where he's saying I had to protect you [Sam]. Black text reads: he's a brave man, but deep down /he'd rather be taming horses. /end ID]

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(i'm still looking for that answer) / disableddean

done for the @turbohellserver freezes over creator event: snow

ID under the cut <3

[Image ID: A webweave of seven pictures focused on Dean and the prompt word "snow".

The first picture is Dean kneeling during the 15x09 confession. Black text in a white box reads: all we are is a culmination of moments.

The second picture is of Dean talking to Cas in 8x07 saying I did not leave you. Black text in a white box reads: of longing and guilt / thick unbearable

The third picture is of Dean in the hospital at the end of 4x16, crying. Black text in a white box reads: wishing for something else to happen / asking myself--

The fourth picture is of Dean in 2.18, smiling. Black text in a white box reads: where did all my innocence go?

The fifth picture is Dean in 2x19, just waking up in the passenger side of Baby. Black text in a white box reads: where did it go?

The sixth picture is Dean smiling in 2x19. Black text in a white box reads: where did it go?

The seventh picture is Dean looking up at his mom as she lifts his chin in 2x20. Black text in a white box reads: where did it go? /end ID]

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how do you even pronounce “destiel”

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hello cas dress-up-tober masterpost time!

note: i mislabeled two posts as the 21st day and have 32 pieces

symbol key: ∴ - tumblr approved (100+ notes) ≠ - please don't look at this/marked for redraw ☀ - super proud of this !

cat themed outfit

farming outfit ∴

kitty kat fan club merch

leyendecker sock advert ☀

checkered pattern/ska ≠

sexy angel costume ≠

zip up hoodie

aloha shirt/beach ☀

MIKA outfit

skyup airline uniform ∴

cowboy outfit

chris fleming's boba everyday jacket ∴

gucci teal blue velvet cape ☀

influencer strawberry dress ∴

cropped jacket ∴

im a luxury few can afford ☀

2000 gatsby movie outfit ☀

floral leather jacket

sleeveless shirt ≠

dr sexy cosplay ∴

ken doll/dean smith business outfit

early season dean's jewelry ∴

russian dress of princess charlotte of wales ☀

wedding dress

southside serpent jacket ☀

sailor uniform ☀

mechanism's raphaella la cognizi's outfit

turtleneck and big pants

pj's and rainbow shirt ok ☀

my eyes are up here t-shirt ∴

kigurumi + jack ∴

couples shirts with dean ∴

massive thanks to everyone who helped me out with outfit suggestions! I've leaned on so many people for ideas throughout this process and I've learned a lot as well! please ignore the fact i took two calendar months :')

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a history of sleep. dean doesn’t get that comfort, until he finally does. written for @sikennatural’s 200 follower celebration / companion fic

over the years, dean’s started to get used to waking up late, going to sleep early. he still has his habits, though—hands holding a pillow, deep sleeper.

but somehow, somehow, he always knows when cas is around.

he’s not sure why; cas would say it’s their profound bond, but dean’s never been super sure about that working. besides that one time cas scared the shit out of sam, it hasn’t been brought up since.

but still—that’s beside the point. somehow, dean always knows when cas is around.

and as they’ve grown closer, especially after the confession, dean’s also been finding himself drawn to cas’ warmth. clinging to the angel while he sleeps.

tonight is no different.

he can hear the soft footfalls getting closer until they are right next to him. a gentle touch runs up the side of his palm, running over the fingers clenched around the pillow.

dean’s half-awake—all bleary eyes and sleep-soaked limbs. he’s just coherent enough to croak out a “wha’?”

cas soothes him with a hand brushing along the short hairs of his hairline, all the while gently tugging the pillow away and dropping it to the ground. the covers shift ever so slightly. dean feels the bed dip as cas settles in.

the movement disturbs dean, making him let out a disgruntled groan.

“go back to sleep, beloved,” cas murmurs, moving his body to curl around dean. the hunter instinctively draws closer to the warmth. cas’ t-shirt is soft against his cheek. something he doesn’t want to move away from.

by now, dean has curled his fingers around the back of cas’ shirt. it’s a death grip, unshakeable.

dean clings to cas in sleep. and cas clings back.

gently, with care, cas presses a kiss into dean’s hair, slinging an arm around his waist. cas is careful with dean. like he always is.

“cas?” dean asks sleepily, voice muffled against cas’ chest. “a’th’re?”

the words would be incomprehensible to anyone else, but cas recognizes them for what they are. are you there? will you stay?

sometimes dean is like this—the dead of night brings many nightmares, and sometimes they plague dean to no end. sometimes dean is like this. and that’s okay.

they’ll take care of each other.

so cas says, “yes, dean, i’m here. you can rest now.” and it’s always been a truth.

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no place like home for the holiday

for week 1 of @turbohellserver ‘s event, prompt: snow

The breath is punched out of Dean’s lungs as a very solid weight lands on his gut. He wheezes and his eyes fly open to see a face-splitting and gap-toothed grin inches from his face.

“Dean! It’s snowing!”

He knuckles at his eyes blearily and looks around. Cas is pressing a pillow over his face. “That’s great, kid,” He says hoarsely.

Jack bounces in excitement and leaps off the bed, tugging on Cas’s wrist.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” He insists impatiently.

Dean drags himself out of bed and stretches, back and shoulders popping. He groans and pats Jack’s shoulder, leading him down the hallway.

“C’mon, let’s give your dad some time to wake up. Meantime, let’s get you ready.”

He opens the closet by the doorway and digs past all their rain jackets to the winter stuff. He pulls it all out—figures they’ll put it back after they get it sorted.

Dean kneels on the floor and holds out Jack’s snow pants, his little hand grips his shoulder as he steps into them. Dean gives him a fleece to put on before he dons his puffy navy winter coat and Dean stops him again, tugging a giant hat with a blue pompom down over his ears. He peers out the window and estimates there’s at least a foot of snow. He wraps Jack in a scarf, too, and gives him gloves.

Jack stands stiffly, his arms not quite going down to his sides. “It’s too hot,” he whines, voice muffled by his scarf.

Castiel comes shuffling down the hall and takes one look at Jack before laughing.

He kneels down and tugs the scarf away from Jack’s face, tucking it under his chin. “You mummified him,”

Dean crosses his arms across his chest while Cas helps Jack tie his snow boots. “It’s cold out!”

They make it out of the door twenty minutes later after they have to help Jack shed all his layers to go to the bathroom. He grabs Dean’s fingers in as much of a death-grip as a toddler can swing and tugs him along. Dean follows after him, cold biting through his jacket. He needs an actual winter coat, his joints already ache.

The first thing Jack does when he gets to the pillowy hills of snow over what used to be the lawn, he face plants in it.

“Jesus!” He pulls Jack out and sets him down so he can brush the half-melted snow off his ruddy cheeks. “Can’t go doing that, buddy. You’ll get frostbite.”

Jack licks a clump of snow from the corner of his mouth and makes a face. Dean mirrors it. “Dude. Snow isn’t clean, don’t eat it.”

Jack wriggles out of his arms and waddles over to Castiel, who’s just emerged bundled in a ridiculous puffed pea-coat with a fur-lined hood that makes him look like Cruella de Ville.

“Honey, your face is all pink. Are you cold?” Cas fusses, pressing the back of his hand against Jack’s cheek. Jack shakes his head and gestures grandly to the bank of snow behind him.

“Daddy, we gotta make snow angels.” He says, hissing out the ‘s’ in snow through his lisp that all four-year-olds have, “Dean said he’d teach me.”

Dean, who had been frowning at the snow-blanketed driveway, was snapped out of it when he heard his name. He turned and shoved his stiff fingers into the front pockets of his jeans to warm them up. “Yeah, ‘course.”

The snow comes up nearly to Jack’s waist, so Dean picks him up from his armpits and carries him over to the middle of the lawn. “You lay down on your back and you just kinda—flap your arms and legs. Up and down. Got it?”

Jack nods gravely. “Got it, dude.”

Dean chuckles as he lays the kid out on the untouched snow, watching as he immediately sinks down into it and starts—well, he’s flapping his arms, but the wrong way. He’s flailing more than anything else.

Dean is laughing now, bending down to try and guide him, but he gets clipped in the face by a flying limb.

“Fu—! Frick. Man, watch out.” He scowls, proud that he caught himself before dropping an F-bomb. “You’re doin’ it all wrong.” Jack continued flailing and Dean sighed heavily, casting a side-glare to Cas, who had his phone camera pointed at them with a smile on his face.

“Here—watch me.” Dean lowers himself to the ground with a grunt and falls on his ass, winces when he feels the snow soak through to his skin instantly. He did not think this through. Whatever, he’s gonna follow through.

He lays back and grimaces at the cold. “You watchin’? He asks through gritted teeth.

“Uh-huh,”

He sweeps his arms out, brings them as far up over his head as they’ll go, and back down, sweeping the fluffy snow out of the way. He sweeps his legs out a couple times, but that puts an uncomfortable ache in his hips.

“See?”

Then, Jack pounces on him again. He grunts and then there’s powdery snow all over his face and down his neck. He definitely does not shriek, and wipes the snow from his face, blinking it out of his eyes.

He cranes his head up and stares at Jack in disbelief for a second. Jack grins and he does too.

“You better run.”

Jack rolls off him and stumbles through the snow, laughing and shrieking all the way. He’s making a beeline for Cas, who’s probably videoing the whole thing, but Dean catches him easily. He picks him up and grabs his ankles, dangling the kid upside down.

Cas is suddenly at his side, despite the fact that he’s only wearing wool socks and off-brand slides, making a grab for Jack. “That’s dangerous! Put him down,” He hisses.

“What! He’s havin’ a great time. Look at ‘im,” Dean protests.

Jack squeals delightedly, laughing his little toddler heart out. Cas purses his lips and looks down at his feet—they’re probably soaked through by now.

“Alright. Let’s go inside,” Dean announces, turning Jack right side up and bracing him against his hip. “Huh? You had enough?”

Jack puts both his mittened hands on Dean’s cheeks and nods. He presses a kiss to Jack’s forehead and they head inside, Cas gripping onto his forearm for support. Keeping his shoes on while walking through a foot of snow proves a challenge.

He passes Jack over to Cas after he strips out of his soaked footwear and says, “You two go get changed, I’ll make some hot chocolate.”

Jack bounces in Castiel’s arms, excited. “Hot choc’lut!”

“Okay, bee, let’s go.” Cas says, kissing Jack’s pink nose before disappearing down the hallway.

Dean watches as they go, Jack jabbering in his toddler babble to Cas, who responds enthusiastically every time. There’s a sort of ache that blooms in his chest at the sight—but a good, full kind. Not that empty ache.

He hopes this ache never goes away.

By the time the two emerge, Dean’s got three cups of cocoa served up—complete with marshmallows. Jack’s drink is in a travel mug so he doesn’t spill it everywhere, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

They curl up on the couch while Jack sits on the floor, as close to the TV as Cas allows him to, while Scooby Doo plays. Cas has his head in Dean’s lap, neck craned while he plays candy crush on his phone.

Eventually, Jack abandons the floor in favor of splaying out on Cas—face smushed against his chest, already drooling. They’re both out cold, and Dean’s been fighting to keep his eyes open. If they sleep like this all night, his and Cas’s backs are gonna hate them for it.

Fuck it, he thinks—he’s waited his whole life for this.

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(Hi, it’s Trans!Benny from the discord server. I would love to share this Trans!Benny art that I’m very proud of ❤️😄) xxxx hi!! thank you for sharing this!! everyone should go check out @trans-bennylafitte!

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apparently i'm eric "umbrellas are gay" kripke coded...

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dean actually has handprints all over they just aren't visible to humans

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trueform cas :0

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trueform cas :0

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as you all probably know, i’ve spent the last (mumbles in passage of time) in ao3 jail**! on december 8, i will be free, and so i am hosting a celebration! the events go like this: every day for the FOUR days after i am released, i will post a fic! or two! some that i’ve posted on tumblr during my suspension and some that are never-seen-before! and you can help celebrate by reading them! or don’t, but i would appreciate it if you did! 

i figured i would let you know that i’m about to be releasing a barrage of fics and also i thought i could give a tiny sneak peek. that being said, here’s the release schedule:

on wednesday, december 8, i will be opening with releasing juxtaposition* and heaven’s here it’s right where you’re standing

on thursday, december 9, i will be releasing CTRL+Z and of having*

on friday, december 10, i will be releasing all kinds of weather (we stick together)*

and on saturday, december 11, i will be releasing stay all day in the sun

so stay tuned for december 8th-11th where we will see such things like teenage girls stealing the impala, dean rescuing cas from the empty, stanford era,  saileen but seven years early, baby jack, funky little aus, charlie bradbury, naomi being a dick, gay little kisses, some fun surprises, and more! 

see you in 7 days!

*means the fic has been previously posted to tumblr  **in case you don’t know, on the night destiel hit 100k fics on ao3, i anonymously posted a fic called “let’s go hellers”. it was one-sentence and may or may not’ve been thee 100kth fic. ao3 deleted it as spam and suspended my account.

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drifting

for the first week (or 8 days) of the Turbohell Freezes Over Event!! The prompt is Snow! Read On Ao3 @turbohellserver!!

❄❄❄❄❄ Castiel watched as Dean set a bunch of stuff out on their dining room table. Several glass jars with screw top lids and containers of glitter were the first things he noticed. Then it was small figurines followed by several bottles of super glue. The glycerin was probably the most surprising thing.

"Love, what are you doing?", he finally asked, lifting up what he was certain was a ceramic care bear.

"I told Jack we could make something today. Kid loves to create shit-"

"He was God", Castiel cut in and Dean barely acknowledged the comment with an affectionate eye roll.

"- so we're doing snow globes", Dean finished.

"You're amazing", Castiel remarked, setting the yellow bear down now. Dean blushed at that, but instead of looking away like he may have in the past he walked around the table to come kiss Castiel.

“I’m nothin’ special”, he said pulling away just slightly so he could kiss Castiel’s forehead, “But you, you’re somethin’ real awesome”

Instead of engaging in the same argument they’ve had a hundred times about who is more awesome or amazing Castiel simply looped his arms around Dean’s waist and pulled him forward until he was sitting on his lap. Dean let him move him easily without making any sort of complaints. Nothing happened past that except for a couple more kisses. They just begin to talk about how exactly you make a snow globe.

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Claire and Jack got back from the store (they had asked for cookies and Dean said if they went and got the stuff to make them he’d bake) just as they had finished setting everything up.

“What’s all that?”, Claire asked, setting the bags down on the opposite end of the table, where Castiel came and grabbed them to put them away.

“Snow g’obes!”, Jack cheered having already been told what they were doing. Claire nodded catching on immediately and taking a seat across from Jack at the table.

“You get enough for me to make one?”

“‘Course I did”, Dean slid her one of the jars and a small biker Barbie figurine. She just snorted and took them. Then he gave Jack his “Got you a couple animals”

“I thought the bear was his?”, Castiel asked, rejoining them at the table and sitting next to Claire.

“Nah, he’s for you, sunshine”, Dean gave him a big smile and the moment was only cut short by Claire making fake and exaggerated gagging noises off to the side.

Castiel chuckled and took it, examining it once again and noticing the small sun on it’s stomach and smiled. He supposed it made sense considering the name Dean was always calling him.

Castiel didn’t comment on it though and they all began to set to work. Claire and him were able to glue their own but Dean sat there and helped Jack along with his. Couldn’t exactly let a four year old use super glue. Which they also had to explain.

What they did let him do is scoop his own glitter into the jar. While Castiel and Claire went with colors that would match their figurine Jack went for a little of everything. Soon his little jar of water was filled with several colors and types and glitter. At some point Dean had to cut him off.

“Here, sport, let’s add the glycerin and then we can put the lid back on”, Dean laughed as he spoke, having to hand all of the jars of glitter off to Castiel and Claire for safekeeping.

So then it was the glycerin as he said before they were all tightly securing the lids. Then Dean was flipping the snow globe over and handing it off to Jack who began to shake it quickly before setting it down to watch the sparkles drift down and sink at the bottom with a look of wonder on his face.

“Alright let’s see y’all’s”, Dean turned from Jack, who was going at it again, and gestured towards Cas and Claire.

Claire shook the snow globe in front of her, making the black and pink glitter swirl and drift about. She was smiling the entire time. “Okay that’s actually pretty neat”

They both laughed before Dean turned and gestured at Castiel’s. He did the same, the yellow and silver glitter behaving much like the others had. As he watched it he felt an ache in his chest that felt suspiciously like love and was smiling the whole time.

“Well... those turned out great”, Dean was only looking at Castiel as he spoke. Before he pushed his chair away and broke eye contact. “If y’all clean this up, I’ll go make cookies”

“Deal!”, Both Claire and Jack shouted at the same time, setting their jars aside and began to pick up the mess on the table. Castiel watched as Dean headed for the kitchen, a smile on his face. Then he turned his attention back to his snow globe and gave it one more good shake.

Watching the glitter drift down over the ceramic bear would only be second to the kiss he gave Dean for it later.