#castiel pov

[the-gray-ghosty]

"Dean and Sam were obsessed with each other" I say into the mic. The crowd boos. "They're right!" Someone yells from the crowd. It's castiel himself, the angel who witnessed sam and dean's obsessivness more than anyone else. He knows I'm right.

[i-just-looove-ur-mom]

Destiel inspired poem

"If Only" by me :)

We could’ve been good

Me and you

We could’ve lived

A simple life

With our kid

With a cat, a dog

We could’ve done everything

That we wanted

I could’ve made you pancakes

Brought you a beer in the evening

You could meet me in the middle

Hold me gently

Kiss my cheek

And say, “Thanks, babe.”

In that voice of yours that I love

It could’ve been right

The two of us

Sharing the last of our secrets

That we’ve kept

I could’ve heard you say

How much you care

And I know you do

I know, I know

I just think it would’ve been nice

To hear it from your lips

Rather than your gestures

And your glow

At least you know

You know, you know

I got the chance to say it

I should’ve been there

But I had to save you

That’s what I was made for

I needed to protect you

So I made it right for you

I fluffed the pillow

For your eternity

I tucked you in

I let myself be dragged away

All of it

For you

I hope I can live on

Through your peace

And that you won’t fret, like me

Over all of what could’ve been

11/8/24

[nayeliq1]

June 10th, prompt: Lonely

It was a strange thing, loneliness.

Cas had never truly understood what he was feeling until it was gone.

Because it had always been there, in Heaven. He'd thought that this was just what being alive felt like. It hadn't crossed his mind that there was something wrong about the constant ache in his chest, the emptiness that was nagging at him, feeding on his insides and carving out an ever-growing hole where his heart should have been.

It never occurred to him that it was loneliness he felt.

How could it be? He was never alone. He was always surrounded by his family, hundreds of brothers and sisters, a constant flow of voices and prayers playing in his head.

Only once he was free had he understood that being alone and being lonely was not the same.

It was one thing to be lonely because you were alone.

It was quite another to be in a crowded room, surrounded by people that were supposed to love you - and still feel like loneliness was your only companion.

He turned his head, looked at Dean's profile as he was driving the Impala. He looked down at their hands, fingers entwined between the seats. He felt the glow of Dean's love flowing through their bond, filling that empty space inside him.

Dean threw a glance at him from the corner of his eye, dropping a kiss to the back of Cas’ hand in a tender press of lips.

His head was quiet, his heart overflowing.

Cas looked out the window and smiled.

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Dabbles

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Edited Version

added notes on anything in each chapter that might be harder to translate

Chapter 1

(note: there's a couple of Norse/Elder Futhark runes & classical Greek letters that are used in this chapter for Plot Reasons. The names of a couple more obscure mythological figures)

Chapter 2

(note: one word/name in Anglo-Saxon language & script. One name in direct transliteration from Egyptian Hieroglyphs.)

Chapter 3

(note: this chapter often shifts to Roman Cursive for words or sentences.)

Chapter 4

(note: not especially coherent sentence structure, for Plot Reasons)

Can't believe that this project (which I started as a way to give myself an alternative to scrolling social media generally dicking around online all day) got this far...

once again, the plot makes NO sense, this IS a crossover with The Boys, Gotham Knights, and mythology/folklore in general. Tw for pretty brutal angst, whump, hurt no comfort, psychological angst, general (spn)Heaven stuff, mild/moderate gore, angel body horror, themes of chronic illness/chronic pain, major character death (Dean), angst without a happy ending.

@infected-with-spn here.

EDIT: last page for now

[cas-coding]

spn poetry month - day 2 - free will - @spnpoetryrenaissance

strings by @deans-gayboy

in the night

my head was full

colors swirling in front of my eyes

Father told me i was strong

so i smudged my dreams

until they were gray

my hands are bound

golden strings around my wrists

telling me the whole world was mine

if i would just do as He wished

but the strings cut into my skin

and i cried

and when i woke

my hands were red

so i rushed to the sink

and i scrubbed

but the blood wouldn’t come off

and then my string was pulled taught

today i wake

my strings cut

and resentment grows in my stomach

so i take it for a walk

but this time i’m my own dog

and so i let myself smell the flowers

[bloodydeanwinchester]

DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 5x04 the end

dean immediately clocking 2014!dean's jealousy like "what could this mean???"

[inlovewhithafairytale]

POV: Dating this emotionally unstable man and being his comfort. or Dating Dean winchester

[kinning-sammy]

he's submissive and breedable and would look wonderful bent over the impala-

[mixtpecas]

cause the thing about romantic theory for me is. dean knows cas from hell - someplace dean thought he would be for eternity, where he was the worst possible version of himself he could be. nobody could ever save him and nobody would ever choose to save him if they could see what he had become - until something did. something more powerful than dean could even understand saw him at his worst and still saved him. and this makes dean feel so devoted and grateful that he takes all of these actions as signs of goodness. but bobby sees it from the outside and sees the way cas looks at dean. and all bobby knows is dean's scar in the shape of a hand and bleeding ears and broken glass and pamela's burnt out eyes. and bobby knows that just because someone did something out of love doesn't mean they're anything close to good.

[littlebluejaydraws]

Every fool's got a reason for feeling sorry for himself, and turning his heart to stone

ID: A series of 3 digital drawings showing Dean and Castiel from Supernatural. They are all simple black line drawings on white backgrounds with block shading in grey with occasional red highlights, and lyrics written over the images. The first image shows Dean crawling out of his grave from episode 4x01. The viewpoint is from above, and shows Dean shoulders up emerging from the hole, with a rough wooden cross marking the head of the grave. The lyrics read: "Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven/ and just a mile out of hell". The second image shows Dean stabbing Cas' chest from episode 4x01. The side of Dean's face is just visible to the left of the image, with Cas facing him, and Dean's hand still holding the knife. There is red on Dean's knuckles and running down from where the knife is buried in Cas' chest. The lyrics read: "And I feel like I'm coming home". The third and final drawing shows Cas front on, the pose taken from episode 4x01. There are bullet holes in his coat and red blood running from the tear over his heart, where Dean had stabbed him. There are loosely sketched black wings stretched open behind him. The lyrics read: "These are better days, baby/ There's better days shining through/ These are better days, baby/ Better days with a girl like you". End ID.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Prompt: okay but cas would show up with a handful of weeds, with the roots and dirt still on the bottom, and give them to dean because 'it's the human tradition to bring flowers, right?' and dean would 'yeah. yeah cas that's right' because that is how they say i love you @deanspunchingbag

Title: Surprise me

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (they/them)

Characters: Castiel, Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,

Word Count: 1,254

Summary: What if you’re friends with Castiel and the Winchester brothers? Castiel, as an angel, obviously has issues with understanding body language and subtext, so you help him out now and then. One day after a case, you all go to a bar. For shits and giggles, you start teaching him about flirting. You’re not a great flirt, but you can read body language and explain it.

Thank Jack that Castiel doesn’t know you’ve been in love with him for a while. If only he would reciprocate your feelings, even a little.

Warnings: Alcohol, consensual licking of arms and neck (sort of)

A/N: This was the first idea I came up with for the prompt and it became self-indulgent. Hush. This is in second person POV.

What if you’re friends with Castiel and the Winchester brothers? Castiel, as an angel, obviously has issues with understanding body language and subtext, so you help him out now and then. One day after a case, you all go to a bar. For shits and giggles, you start teaching him about flirting. You’re not a great flirt, but you can read body language and explain it.

Dean, of course, interrupts you and explains to Castiel, for a couple hours, how to flirt with the ladies and men. You just giggle and chuckle at the stories he tells. It’s even funnier when Dean makes Castiel “practice” these “new moves” on him. Dean keeps at it, and finally the angel seems to be getting the hang of it.

Suddenly, Castiel gets up and goes to get everyone another round of beers, deciding to all get a shot of tequila, salt and lime. He sits back down next to you and distributes everything evenly. He tells you “The bartender said it could be a good tool to flirt with so I thought I’d try, but they didn’t explain how.”

Dean tells Cas to watch Sam and him. Sam and Dean eye each other in their silent communication, they salt and lemon their wrists and lick before shooting the tequila. You giggle when you see their faces.

The brothers aren’t big tequila people,they prefer whiskey or bourbon.

Castiel looks confused and says “That doesn’t seem very flirty.”

You giggle at them and tell Cas that “It isn’t. They’re chicken.”

Castiel then asks you to show him how to shoot the tequila flirtatiously. You know you’re a bit more than buzzed for this, and mumble “What the hell, why not?”

“Okay,” you begin. “I’ll show you. The idea is to make it as close to a body shot as you can, since putting your mouth on someone can be considered flirting if not a potential interest in sex.” You tell him step by step how to make a tequila shot flirty and sexy by taking the ladies wrist—you take Castiel’s wrist, in this case, and place a kiss on the sensitive area/spot inside before licking it.

You tell him how “Most people will laugh it off. That’s when you salt the wet area on their wrist so it sticks.” You salt his wrist and then grab the slice of lime, telling the blue-eyed man to open his mouth only a little. He looks confused, but does as instructed.

You notice Dean and Sam eyeing each other again and nod. They make some excuse to get up, and walk away as you continue teaching the angel.

You stick the lime in Castiel’s mouth to hold it. “The idea is to get a subtle kiss here. They’re going to come and bite the lime to get the juice, and you can either let them have the lime when they do, keep the lime so they only get the juice and you get the lip press, or if you wanna be a true sneak, spit out the lime and get the kiss you want instead.” You smirk at him, not telling him you’ve always been scared to do the latter.

Castiel quirks a brow at you and you have to stop the shiver that it causes, dominating you so easily.

He’d only have to do that brow at you and you’d probably do whatever he says. You can feel yourself beginning to get wet.

Ignoring it, you continue your lesson.

“So, you lick the salt, juice the lime and shoot the tequila, but this is the flirt…sexy way.”

He squints his eyes at you.

“You ready?”

He nods. “Yes.”

Still holding his wrist, you proceed to lick his wrist.

With his free hand, Castiel removes the lime and asks, “If this were you doing this to a man or woman, what would you do?”

“Me?” You ask. “For a guy I wanted to sleep with, I’d just ask him if he wants to go back to my place for sex. Men tend to like directness, from my experience. Women, though, I’d flirt with and tease. I’d probably do what I’m doing right now and make sure I was the one with the lime, so we could make out instead of shooting tequila.”

“You haven’t tried flirting with men?” Castiel inquires.

“I have, but I get nervous for some reason. I’ve taught many friends how to successfully flirt, but for some reason I end up acting like a fish or stuttering when I try to flirt with me.” You roll your eyes and shrug. “It’s easier to be friends with people I like than it is to actually…pursue,” you quietly confess to Castiel.

Castiel tilts his head, keeping his eyes on you for nearly a minute in silence. The silence isn’t awkward, but calming and companionable.

It is one of your favorite things about Castiel, you think to yourself. You can just sit together and do different things, but still feel like you’re engaged and doing something together…or maybe that is just you.

And then, he asks a really weird question: “How do you like to be flirted with?”

You furrow your brow at the question, initially confused, but then you think about it. You look down as you think, then say the first thing that comes to mind when you’ve gone on really good dates. “Be interested in me and actually listen to what I’m telling you. Tell me about you, your past, your history, experiences that I might be able to relate to, about your family and friends, your aspirations…”

Castiel’s head tilts the other way as his blue eyes continue to watch you.

“Be accepting of me and my truths, my authenticity. I may have been born female, but I am very good at taking care of myself. I’m choosing to be here with you when I could be elsewhere. Be satisfied I’m here with you.”

“You are,” agrees Castiel. “And others. You care very deeply about your found family, as you call us.” He uses air quotes and slightly smiles. He leans forward, getting your eye to look into his. He is mere centimeters from your face. “I’m very happy you came out here with me tonight. It makes me very happy to spend time with you.”

“Thanks, Cas,” you give him a small smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. Your brow furrows again. “Cas, are you flirting with me?”

He looks down at his wrist. You follow his gaze and see that you’re still holding it, but resting on the table now. He gives a sheepish smile and nods looking at your hand.

Your heart races as adrenaline pumps through you at this disclosure. You take a deep breath and exhale. Then, you rotate and slide your hand into his. “Okay.”

He looks at you, confused. “What do you do when they realize they’re flirting back?” Worried, Cas’ blue eyes search your face.

You grin at him. “How bout we get outta here, just the two of us?”

It takes him a few extra seconds to connect the dots and nod. “Yes, okay.”

He scoots out of the booth and you follow him, keeping his hand in yours. You look around for the brothers who are sitting at the bar, chatting.

You both walk outside, looking up through the light pollution to see the moon and brilliant Venus close by.

“Where to?” He queries.

“Surprise me, Angel.”

He bends down and plucks a daffodil that has broken through the asphalt parking lot. Castiel hands it to you. “For you.”

You smile and take it, putting it behind your right ear.

[the-gray-ghosty]

Sam and Dean invite Cas to a movie night in the dean cave, and Cas sees dean already sitting in one of the chairs and is like "should I sit on the floor, since there's only one chair left?" And Sam's like "Nah it's fine! I always sit here" and he just sits on Deans lap [and Dean wraps his arms around Sams waist as they somehow fit together perfectly]

[nayeliq1]

June 6th, prompt: Lies

Lies.

Cas was familiar with them. Familiar - such a fitting term, since it had been his former "family" that introduced him to the real meaning of the word, and its consequences.

Cas had been raised to have faith, had been taught to believe.

Never question. Only obey.

There was a time when he still thought there were no lies in Heaven.

No insincerity. No uncertainty.

How wrong he'd been.

"We know our purpose." "Father watches over us." "Father will be back soon."

Lies.

All of them.

He had lied as well. Had lied to them.

Had lied to Dean.

Little white lies, he told himself, blue guilty eyes staring back at him in the mirror.

Little white lies, he told himself, to protect Dean from the truth.

But lies have short legs.

And Dean had been lied to, had been used and deceived one too many times.

So, with his last breath, Cas swore he would tell the truth, and nothing but the truth.

The only truth he knew.

"I love you."

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles

[fandom-eater67]

I'm the one who gripped you tight-

and shook you so hard to try to get you to see something in yourself that I was the only one who thought to try and see..

and you didn't until your hands touched the dirt of the earth and never resurfaced again.

[cas-coding]

spn poetry month - day 1 - falling - @spnpoetryrenaissance

you gave me both by @deans-gayboy

to feel the air catch my wing

just a memory, distantly

falling is a lonely thing

his t-shirt, soft cotton

emerald eyes of adoration

and now i’m just forgotten

in my head, he is constantly recurring

flashbacks of his lips on mine

but falling is a lonely thing

with me, he’d show no caution

a smile in his eyes when they met mine

and now i’m just forgotten

we were tied together by a string

a world of sharp edges surrounding us

falling is a lonely thing

and now my favorite season is spring

the one thing we had in common

but falling is a lonely thing

and now i’m just forgotten