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Pls link me if this gets written!!!

Destiel Prompt

Knight AU Dean Winchester goes to rescue Castiel, unknowing to him that Castiel is actually a man and not a woman. Cas is a prince, not a princess like he thought. Castiel flirts anyway and Dean attempts to deny and resist until Cas finally convinces Dean to let him give him a kiss….😏

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See the thing with explaining destiel to people is that it can’t be done properly if they haven’t seen it you cannot comprehend the intricacies of Dean and Cas’ relationship unless you have the context of 12 years and 11 seasons and deleted scenes and a multitude of script edits and corporate gaslighting and whatever the fuck Jensen and Misha were doing with their eyes and that’s why we look insane to most of this website

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Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang Masterpost!

The first — but not last — round of the Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang is now complete! Please be sure to check out all of the amazing collaborations between our artists and authors listed below...

"The Long Haul" — fic by @tragidean, art by @wellwatersurprise

“Exodus 3:2” — fic by @9x20, art by @medicatedmaniac

“Hello, Goodbye, Hello Again” — fic by @tsujiharu, art by @colorlessjay

"Last Call" — fic by @baileys101, art by @leafzelindor

“Chef's Kiss” — fic by @tea-or-die, art by @raw-detergent

“Where We Belong” — fic by @wanderingcas, art by @eggchef

“Taking a Chance on Love” — fic by @ravenfuchs, art by @girlinthemirrorbluenight-library

“Darwin Never Tried This” — fic by @valandrawrites and @bleuzombie, art by @kayliemalinza

“Pink Pony Club” — fic by @casblackfeathers, art by @witchy-worm

“Call Back” — fic by @scifiromance7, art by @verobatto

“Eternally Yours” — fic by @avonlady42, art by @wigglebox

“Seolnlîd” —fic by @adunaphel-the-quiet, art by @anyreiart

“Take the Lead” — fic by @okayfinehereiam, art by @adromelke

“The Big One” — fic by @doctorprofessorsong, art by @nahpkmp

“Sugar” — fic by coveryourheads, art by @all6pistols

“Hallowed Grounds” — fic by @darcydelaney, art by @thestarsmakemedream-art

"Master of My Fate" — fic by @friendofcarlotta, art by @universalcas

“The Armageddon Code” — fic by @blackhorsedances, art by @marvfortytwo

“Don’t Say it!”  — fic by @teeparadigm67, art by @neversleepuntilfive

“Cutting it”  — fic by @hectatess, art by @sheepstiel

“Decoherence” — fic by @farenmaddox, art by @envydean

“Classified Unexplained Phenomena (Type B)” — fic by @folkbloodbaths, art by @bucketofli

“All That’s Buried” — fic by @haus_seeblick, art by @magpiewithinternetaccess

“Light A Fire (In My Heart)” — fic by @lazarus-rose, art by @twinone1221

“The Lines Of Duty” — fic by @gay_dinosaur_1701, art by @verobatto

“Shifting States” — fic by @artemis-73, art by @rezal-art

"And All The Devils Are Here” — fic by @entropic-saudade, art by @basketcasebetty

“The Most Qualified Interrogator”  — fic by @seidenapfel, art by @hawkland

“Not Safe for Work” — fic by @salamitsunami1, art by @witchy-worm

“A Sorcery of Starlight” — fic by @malmuses, art by @unfamiliar-reference

“so much to put an answer to (but that’s just what we do)”  — fic by @deanogie, art by @morokollisyo

“Till the end of times” — fic by @malicmalic, art by @goat-fanatic

“Station 49" — fic by itztigress3, art by @xfancyfranart

“Regarding Beasts" — fic by @aty-altiria, art by @colorlessjay

“Angels of the Red Sand" — fic by @bleuzombie and @valandrawrites, art by @kisris

“Burn Without Flame" — fic by @sitruunavohveli, art by aggiedoll

“Pickup Lines" — fic by @b7bubby, art by @dakotafoxart

“His for the Holidays" — fic by @tea-or-die, art by @witchy-worm

“The Spectre on the Fourth Floor" — fic by @ellen-of-oz, art by @thestarsmakemedream-art

“Crash" — fic by tiamatv, art by @stonelions

“Here’s To Never Growing Up" — fic by GhoulsnHalos, art by @bucketofli

“Where the Oakhearts roam” — fic by @wolfiepyxie, art by @anyreiart

“Evenfall” — fic by @macy2me, art by @thence-we-came-forth

“Come Home With Me” — fic by @MalMuses, art by @daffodilsonaprettystring

“A Shock to the System” — fic by @mrbotanyb, art by @alicetallula

“as we go” — fic by @dothwrites, art by @marsajar

“The Spirit of Radio” — fic by @hawkland, art by @mercurialkitty

Thank you to all our artsts, authors, beta readers and cheerleaders for making this such a successful innaugural event. Stay tuned and keep following this tumblr, as @friendofcarlotta and @hawkland plan to announce the next round's schedule soon (most likely beginning in July '25).

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I’m new to tumblr and ao3. I was wondering what your favorite supernatural fanfics are? Destiel? …. Anything….

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“God, you kiss like you’re getting air for the first time,” Dean gasped, because it was true. Cas kissed slow, and deep, and fucking deliberate in a way that stripped all the callouses from Dean’s soul. It made him feel like he was the only thing in the world that ever mattered—or would ever matter.

Cas unburied himself from the little hollow at Dean’s neck, scruff on his chin sliding up Dean’s cheek as those lithe fingers found their way around like old pros. He lipped Dean again, hands breeding chills as they walked under Dean’s shirt.  “If I do, it’s because you make me feel like I can finally breathe,” he whispered back.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck—

The room was tight and dark, but even if they’d had the space to back up, they wouldn’t have used it. Dean struggled with his belt, and Cas dropped to his knees.

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[sips coffee]

You think the reason why Demon Dean wasn't shown with Cas until they had him restrained was because he would be way too horny for Cas, and even Demon Dean knows not to touch THAT while he's wild and free

I think about that sometimes

I think he would've been too unhinged

Anyways I had iced coffee last night, tasted like ass

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Y'all this is so good! It is everything I never knew I needed more than air to breathe, in an a/b/o fic that is not like anything I've ever read B4. I am hooked. I hit the subscribe button so hard I almost cracked my screen. Can't wait for the next installment, I will be watching my email like a hawk! Thank you so much for sharing! Ppl go read this! You will thank me.

What Big Teeth

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QcoFjve by butterflyslinky There have been stories about the blue-eyed wolf ever since Dean can remember. Mostly cautionary tales told to omega children.   “Don’t go in the woods or the wolf will eat you.”   Fleeing the prospect of a terrible mating, Dean finds the blue-eyed wolf...who wants something besides a meal. Words: 9462, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Minor Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Wolf Shifters, Animal Transformation, Anal Sex, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Other: See Story Notes read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QcoFjve

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I recently told an ao3 writer that I keep going back to their 260k word unfinished slowburn checking for updates for the last 2 years. They said I'm like that puppy that waits for his dead owner at the train station every day.

That's the realest thing anyone's told me online, I ain't even mad.

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How many Supernatural fans are there on Tumblr?

You are only allowed to reblog this ONCE. Any more than once and this is completely ruined. 

Reblog if you’re a Supernatural fan so we can see how many of us there are out there!

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The good supernatural in my head where Dean and Mildred stay in contact and they sabotage the retirement home game nights and go on long drives and talk. Where Dean, post!empty, shows up with Cas in tow and tells her “you were right about my heart, I want you to meet him”.

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(Sound on.) We’re all doomed.

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“the marlboro man only smoked when he was hungry (and he was hungry all the time),” d.w.m.

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God I hope so with all my being!!!! It would make this disgusting horrible nightmare we are going thru with the 🎪 that is running things right now and destroying lives. It almost makes a body yearn to move to Ichabod and join a militia. Hello, being able to escape for a little while and find out what dean, cas, & the rest of Ichabod are up to now, would be a blessing.

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I tried the links in the comments but they did nothing I couldn't cop/paste them or do anything. I think because the comments are restricted maybe. Can someone msg me the links so I can check them out?

Thinking about post empty Cas and Dean. Dean FINALLY gets Cas back and immediately assumes the boyfriend role without saying anything. He’s constantly touching Cas wondering why Cas won’t touch him back. Meanwhile Cas is wishing Dean would stop touching him because he’s in love with him and convinced Dean doesn’t feel the same.

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Map of the World, seperis //  Frederic Leighton, Study for “Flaming June” (1895)

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Or, The Best End!Verse Fic You Might Never Read

“Confess — confess you dog — and be candid — that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing […] it may be profligate but is it not life, is it not the thing?” [Lord Byron]

This—this what? this one enormous novel? series of four long novels? Der Ring des Nibelungen? 20-volume edition of the OED? epic love poem in paragraphs?—this is, is—oh god, y’all. It’s everything. It’s life, it’s the thing. It’s—I swear on a battered stack of Carver Edlund pulps: it’s everything you didn’t know you needed. And I am tragically convinced you won’t read it, because it’s a) exhaustive, if not exhausting; and b) pretty much utterly unlike everything else on AO3, anyway anything I’ve ever read (with the possible exception of—nope, all the other long fics I can think are embroidered complicated medieval crossovers, like Phrygian Choices by fresne, &/or a/b/o; whereas this is purely canon-divergent; the closest might be exorcisingemily‘s epic Before the Fall, which I also loved)? But that very difference is exactly why you should read it. You might love it; you might hate it. You might drag it out over weeks or shotgun the way I did like huffing from an oxygen tank. I haven’t even been talking about it because I’m scared none of my friends will ever read it and love it as purely as I. Will you respect me less because I adore it? But I can’t repress my affections any longer!—per Beatrice, “Benedick, love on! I will requite thee!”

Right now there are three books: Map of the World, It’s the Stars That Lie, and A Thousand Lights in Space. A fourth, The Game of God, is supposed to start posting June/July of this summer. As with Robert Burton the prose quality varies deliciously and to be honest I can’t bring myself to care. Top ten, por vida.

[art by tkodami on AO3 | dustyjournal on tumblr]

The plot kicks off where you’d expect it to, with the scene at the end of “The End”: Sam said yes in Detroit, and Dean throws all his friends under the bus in Kansas City (including Cas) to take a shot at Lucifer with the Colt. He fails; Lucifer snaps his neck; so much for that. Then, as in much of fanon (as writers vie with one another to see who can be even crueler to Cas than the SPN team), Lucifer gloatingly leaves his brother alive to suffer not only the end of the world but also the loss of Dean (better known to some as “humanity”). Though not without offering Cas, who has arduously, excruciatingly Fallen in the worst possible way, various exit strategies, all unsavory, all refused:

Lucifer is so still he could be a figure carved in marble. "That’s your answer?” “I thought that was clear, but to observe the formalities: get thee hence. Be gone. Go away.” Castiel grins, feeling his lips crack and tasting fresh blood on his tongue. “Fuck yourself.”

But! Plot twist! Dean suddenly shows up, to his and Cas’s mutual bewilderment—three years, for him, after Cas in 2009 dragged him out of Zachariah’s 2014. In Dean’s timeline, of course, he and Sam stopped the Apocalypse, so he’s not too happy to be in a world where he failed. Cas, still in shock, smuggles him into Chitaqua and hides him until Dean can pass himself off as 2014!Dean, whom they don’t reveal was killed in Kansas City. And then, since the world somehow…seems to be…not really ending, they kind of look around them and go, huh—well, this place sure needs some work, since we’re all still alive.

So they start fixing the camp. And each other. And then they hatch a daring plan.

Okay that’s enough of that now I need to start flailing. Because this thing is the Infinite goddamned Jest of end!verse.

So first of all, you know all those times when the damn characters just move on to the next damn ganking and never talk about anything, even really stupidly obvious things like what they’re actually doing or their goals or where the hell is Cas and why’s he gone for days and days with no explanation, etc., etc., etc.?

Well, even though it’s the end of the world, there’s actually kind of a lot of downtime at Chitaqua, mysterious as that seems; so Dean and Cas sit around late at night and drink coffee (and sometimes a blinding homebrew which Dean calls the Eldritch Horror), and they try to figure out what’s going on, what happened and what they should do next; and they finally, finally talk. And talk.

Then, when they’re done talking, they talk for another fifty or sixty pages or so (I’m serious). They talk about cosmology, heaven, hell, purgatory, earth, good and evil and free will and false determinism, about the end of the world and what a Lucifer-sponsored apocalypse actually looks like (not so much Croatoan, it turns out, but horrifying singularity-shaped pockets of nothingness slowly encroaching upon and ultimately devouring reality itself).

There is more talking in Down by Agincourt than an Austen novel. Than all the Austen novels. No, scratch that—there is more talking than fucking Clarissa, and by the time this fanwork is finished there will probably have been more talking than all the novels of Richardson placed end to end reaching to the moon but those were outliers adn should not have been counted.

Chitaqua also by the way is populated with a gabillion OCs, and at first you won’t maybe love them but you won’t mind them, and that makes sense, because Dean, like you, doesn’t know any of them; but slowly Chitaqua becomes a community, becomes a home—becomes his home.

It is literally the slowest of all slow burns, and the wit is so subtle and dry and rustling so far down beneath the surface I think there’s a reason its three novels have barely 100-200 kudos apiece, though this also makes my chest burn with the unfairness of it all. I snortlaughed at least once per page, and had to put down my iObject sometimes because I was laughing too hard to hang onto it—but it’s subtle. Just insanely subtle. And, my god, it really has one of the best Castiels—turns out that 2014!Dean was such a jerkface not only had he not taught Cas the correct deployment of toothpaste but he also—well, let’s just say after losing Sam he was not a fucking exemplary human being. Dean is aghast to learn about Cas’s mistreatment, and careful and methodical with him, as with an animal that’s never been socialized; but once Castiel knows about things like spreadsheets and marginalia and color-coding and file folders with tabs, and predictable sleep schedules and washing your hands before dinner—once he’s had food that doesn’t come from a foil pouch, and especially once Dean teaches him to put sugar in his coffee—once he has all this on board, the Angel of Thursday becomes this fucking unstoppable BAMF PROJECT MANAGER OF THE LORD and Lucifer is not going to know what hit him. (Although to be honest it may not hit him until somewhere around word 700,000.)

Here’s Dean:

Peering through the beads, he spots Cas near the couch, looking the worse for wear and facing still-dressed camp members, and has to bite his lip to keep from grinning. That particular expression he knows from the inside out; it’s when Cas is pretty sure everything is going to hell and has hit the why-not stage of what to do next. In general, this ends in Cas doing things like taking on groups of archangels, carving Enochian into people’s bones, Molotov-cocktailing his brothers, and putting banishing sigils in unusual places for surprise-related purposes. Dean didn’t see his expression when he came to the conclusion opening up Purgatory was a workable plan, but he suspects it had looked a lot like this.

I loved this desperately, as much as some of my favorite 1,200-word or 10K stories. On the level, it got me through the worst patch since I got out of the hospital last year. There were days I endured pretty much so I could read more of it that night. Nightly coffee with Cas and Dean on the rooftop of that cabin was my version of anaesthetic Eldritch Horror.

As an example of its AP Kevin Tran-level nerd humor, one of Castiel’s recovering-addict projects is a random piece of translation he’s assigned himself, dealing with an ancient Coptic text about an Egyptian poetaster who falls in love with an, um, well, a hippopotamus. Cas entertains Dean during various dark hours with its lurid verse and terrible metaphors for the Nile and, uh, yeah, I don’t think I can even begin to explain its charm. Let’s just say that at some point you snicker every time you see the word “hippofucker.”

“CAS WHO IS THIS [FAMILIAR] GRUMPY BASTARD” “not important to the story dean”

So please, seperis: know how much this means to your readers. Know you’re doing God’s work (if not Chuck’s, or hippofucker’s). In the meantime I’ll just—I’ll just wait here, then—frankly I’d wait a decade for the next update, patiently, contentedly. I’m also rereading it as soon I can (and probably, alas, performing various sordid scholarly acts of literary theory upon it, because some people can just never leave well enough the fuck alone). Thank you for your work.