amyethereall

[amyethereall]

Ooo okay!! Thx for the tag btw hehe

I love yours sm!! Here's minee :D

@thatspnfandowntheroad @m0onberry222 @castiel-is-acute-angle @deadpoet117 @deltawilds @shoelesswinchester @9fens @bluetiger3000 @corrupt-touch @colddustybooksandhotcoffee @kayotical @halflingjakab @the-sea-1928

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Hmmmmm stuff I like abt myself I can literally speedrun life itself with just a little bit of caffeine (my favorite pastime lol) I like my taste in music 😌 probably because it's all over the place I looove love love the fact I can just lock in and sit there and draw/write for hours and hours if I get mad enough at myself for being lazy I'm very proud of how far I've come from some rlly bad depression in the past so I like that I'm able to be happy now! Anddd I tried to be vegetarian too but... sigh I failed because I like steak too much 😞 Maybe someday I'll manage to lol @thatspnfandowntheroad @castiel-is-acute-angle @deadpoet117 @deltawilds @shoelesswinchester @colddustybooksandhotcoffee @9fens @the-sea-1928 @kayotical @bluetiger3000

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool).

sure! Thank you!

I'm very good at making things up, like languages, rhymes, songs, story's, a lot of creative things

When I stress I pick on the crust on my arms, constantly making it worse again :(

When I have bad mood days™, I can't listen to a lot of Musik bc it makes me on edge

I my personality is based a lot on my mood and other ppl around me, making me a bit childish at times

I'm vegetarian

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Hello where do you leave

I leave through the door 😌

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So who is getting custody of their 78 kids.

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Y'all know what time it is. I just had to draw my beautiful babies for pride month!! Aaaand then I may have gotten a little too excited and drew a space background too lol. It works tho because they're kinda like stars, when they collide they make a black hole in my heart thinking about what could have been 😭 Anyways enjoy hehe :D

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Dude being a multishipper is the best thing ever Like I'll be scrolling and I see sooooo many spn ships and I absolutely LOVE THEM ALLLL (cept wincest but whatever lol) Destiel? Love them Crowstiel? Only the best dynamic ever Sastiel? Absolutely friggin adorable Midam? ✨Glorious✨ Sabriel? I'm still tryna figure out if I like the ship or not but the art ppl be making for it is GOD TIER OMG Y'all just too talented fr

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Sooooo me and my pookie @thatspnfandowntheroad made a lil crowstiel drawing inspired by a base we found on pinterest!! I drew Cas and she drew Crowley heheee Also this is her first time posting art on here so go give her some love!!! :D

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Hmmmm... I'd say you'd be that kind of homemade strawberry that has, like, actual frozen strawberry slices in it. And topped with chocolate syrup 😌 Basically the best kind ever lol How about me?? @thatspnfandowntheroad @the-sea-1928 @deadpoet117 @deltawilds @castiel-is-acute-angle @shoelesswinchester @kayotical @halflingjakab

new tag game!!

i’ve just always wanted to try and start a tag game so uh yeah :D

…what flavor of ice cream is the person who tagged you?

@notthesodaa @ribbitingconversation @lowercaserowan @yosefinthetrenches @janenotbirkin @residentoddity (and any of my other moots) (no pressure!)

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If you get a star ⭐️ in your inbox. It means your moot appreciates you, and your efforts in the community (you are one talented mf) Send this to 10 mutuals to continue the love!

Aaah ty and okay!!

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Feel like I'm boutta fight god or become him right now (too much coffee and no sleep lol)

Guys guys I promise I'm cooking up some good crap I'm just working on 5 billion things at once lol We've got -a crowstiel art collab i'm doing with one of my bsfs -a gabriel x reader fic with INSANE PLOT TWISTSSSS (no smut tho because i'm not rlly good at that lol) -an animation of the later seasons of spn to look to windward by sleep token -an animation of destiel inspired by that tv girl eye trend i keep seeing -ohhh yeah and some fanart of one of my favorite youtubers for their challenge this month!! Wish me luck y'all all I have on my side is caffeine and all the destiel/spn songs everyone's been recommending me lol

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Sooo uh I made this edit a few months ago and thought I'd put it out there for the world to see lol, sorry about my hozier hyperfixation

I also made this before CapCut made half of the features in it locked behind Pro RIP 😭

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Chuck to Sam and Dean for the sake of character growth 😭 and then proceeds to bring them right back for another round

hm yes i like this character. now shoot him 5 times in a parking lot.

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The fact that Dean literally made cas wear a cowboy hat and cas just did it because it would make dean happy I love them so much

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I wrote my first ever fic!!! ✨

Soooooo uh I wrote my first fic! It's a short Destiel fic with a lot of comfort, some healing, staring at each other for God knows how long, and kisses 😊 

I would recommend listening to Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by CAS w rain noises while reading! (That's what I was listening to while I wrote it lol)

Also feel free to give me constructive criticism in the comments, just be gentle pls :) I wanna learn how to write better!!

IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL

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“You’re hurt.”

Dean jumped, whipping his head around to see Cas appear behind the couch. A worried look graced his features, with a hint of sadness hidden somewhere deep within his troubled gaze.

“Damn it, Cas. Warn me next time?” Dean says, letting out a dry chuckle.

Cas doesn’t respond to his quip, only taking quick strides towards him. Kneeling on the ground now, he takes the hunter’s arm in his hand. There was a deep, long gash down his arm, from right below his shoulder down to a little bit above his elbow. It nearly reached the bone, and was still seeping blood.

“This is bad, Dean. How did this happen?”

“I was just on a hunt, that’s all.”

Cas’s expression shifted to one of frustration, clearly not taking that for an answer.

“Look at me,” the angel said firmly. 

Dean lifted his gaze, seeing Cas’s bright blue eyes fixed on him. Those eyes that watched over him while he slept. Those eyes that crinkled up just a little in the corners when Cas was worried about him. Those eyes that haunted his dreams. They were like dull daggers now, penetrating through his very soul and twisting a hole into his mind, making everything ache along the way. He hated when the angel looked at him like that, with that gentle yet commanding wrath.

“Tell me what happened to you.” 

He carefully took Dean’s arm in his hand, inspecting the injury with such focus you would think he was a doctor. Emotions shifted around behind his eyes. Worry, sadness, care… it was all swirling around beneath his stern expression, threatening to come out in the form of words or tears. Maybe both. But he held it in, for the hunter’s sake. Dean was never very good with feelings.

“...We were hunting another demon… the son of a bitch went down swinging.”

He winced when Cas ran his finger gently along the gash, and the angel pulled his hand back quickly.

“...My apologies. Continue,” he said, an apologetic look flashing across his features.

“Sam got a lead, and apparently it was hiding at the Gas-N-Sip down the road. Didn’t think it would have reinforcements.”

“I see,” Cas muttered, rolling up his sleeve and opening his palm towards the wound.

With a gentle blue glow, the angel began to heal his arm, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the effort. It wasn’t easy to use his powers anymore, not now that he was cut off from heaven, but one look into Dean’s eyes and he would die to relieve him of the smallest of pains. The way the deep brown in the edges of his iris faded out into that beautiful, soft green that he had come to look forward to seeing when the hunter woke up in the morning… It made him start to understand why God was so invested with humanity. Why they were his favorite creation. 

They had both fallen into silence, some secret message of affection being passed through every stray glance that lasted too long, every little gentle brush of Cas’s other hand on the wound as it healed. It was as if the gash pulled itself closed, not even leaving a scar. Just soft, smooth skin, the kind that would make an angel spiral just to feel. He’d spiral to feel any of Dean.

His arm was healed now, and yet neither of them moved. They reveled in the quiet peace, the tenderness and vulnerability of the moment. It had started to rain outside, droplets lightly pattering against the window as the sky began to fade to a soft gray. Cas’s eyes ran along where the injury had been, making sure it was completely gone, before flicking up to meet Dean’s. He traced the new skin with his finger, something gentle and unspoken in his touch, as he broke the silence.

“Does it hurt now?” he muttered. 

A simple question, but it almost felt as if it had a double meaning. A part of him wanted to know how Dean felt when he was around. If he took any of his pain away, any of his dark thoughts. He would leave it at the wound for now, though, until he was sure the hunter was ready to share his feelings.

“...I’m fine now.”

“That’s good.”

Tension weighed thick between them, their eyes trapped in some ancient dance of passion, of desire and things left unsaid. After hesitating for a moment, Cas took the hunter’s arm gingerly in his hands and brought his face down to meet it. He left a gentle, soft kiss on the new layer of skin, breathing in that familiar mix of old leather and coffee. Dean gasped quietly, feeling his face heat up from the act of affection. The angel saw it as he pulled back, examining the reaction with a sort of curious vigor only a celestial being still discovering the mannerisms of humanity could have.

“I see many mothers do that. ‘Kissing it better.’ That’s the term, isn’t it?” he pondered, eyes musing on the hunter’s flustered expression. “It seems to bring the child a sort of comfort.”

“Cas, I don’t–”

“I want to bring you comfort,” he muttered softly, his gaze still flicking across Dean’s features.

There was something in the way Cas said those words that made the hunter’s heart pound, and the way those gentle blue eyes were admiring him only made it beat faster. The angel’s gaze was far softer than before, dancing across every feature of his face. Taking in the smallest details like he wanted to burn them into his memory forever. 

Like he wanted him.

Dean couldn’t bear to meet that soft, passionate stare anymore. He couldn’t do it. He looked to the floor, desperately trying not to show how much this was affecting him. How much he cared about that damn angel. But Cas took his face in his hands and turned the hunter back towards him with a gentle sort of force, and suddenly Dean couldn’t breathe. Their eyes met again as if lovers struck by Cupid, fated to meet again and again until they finally took each other’s hands and sailed off this cliff together.

“Please. Let me comfort you,” Cas whispered, the corners of his eyes crinkling with emotion as his voice cracked. The hunter’s heartstrings threatened to snap, hearing the pleading tone in his soft request. He couldn’t bring himself to respond, only to search those beautiful blue eyes for answers. For why an angel so kind and gentle would ever care about him. For why that angel would think that he even deserves comfort. For why that angel stayed when so many people left. He mustered all the strength he had to ask one quiet question. One simple word.

“...Why?”

His musing carried every other doubt with it, thick with emotion and self-hatred. But when Cas heard his question, he… laughed. The angel’s laugh was almost musical, a quiet and graceful sound accompanied by a shake of his head.

“Dean.”

The way Cas said his name was enough to make him pass out. His melancholy blue eyes were staring right through him again, right into his soul. A small smile graced his lips now, and Dean decided then and there that that was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I love you.”

Those three words were all it took to rock the hunter to his core, and he broke. He couldn’t take the space between them anymore. He had to be closer. With a sort of dazed firmness, he closed the distance and pressed his lips against Cas’s in a kiss filled with so much passion it made the angel dizzy. He kissed Dean back, sliding up onto the couch to sit next to him and wrapping his arms around him.

Dean wasn’t sure when he started crying, but tears were rolling down his cheeks and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. They were tears of longing, of melancholy and desire, held back until the dam burst and everything came out at once.

Cas pulled back, bringing a hand up to the hunter’s face. The angel gently wiped his tears away with a rough thumb, stroking his cheek as if he would shatter if not handled carefully. Dean leaned into his touch, letting out a gentle sigh he had kept locked away inside of him for God knows how long. The tears just kept flowing and flowing. He had never been this vulnerable, not even around his own brother, and here he was. Sobbing into Cas’s hand, feeling all the emotions he’d been repressing all at once.

The angel pulled him close, keeping his arms wrapped around him. Holding him like a child. The hand that had been on Dean’s cheek moved around to gently pet the back of his head, and he buried his face into Cas’s shoulder. He sobbed and shook, breathing in the faint scent of fabric softener on his trench coat he’d gotten so accustomed to. They sat there together, on that couch, for hours. Just being in the presence of one another, occasional whispers of affection and reassurances passing between them. Reveling in each other’s arms, holding on as if the other would slip away if one’s grip were too loose. Long, peaceful silences, because what they had in that moment transcended any kind of word or phrase a language could come up with. Dean had never felt so loved. And Cas had never felt so needed.

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I hope you at least mildly enjoyed it lol, lmk your thoughts!! :D