#gardenercas

[demonlandline]

moments before dean loses his balance and they both fall into the river

[acklesology]

(ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧  C R I N K L E S  ✧

[comfycowboy]

your angel of thursday

[solarcas]

Suptober Day 3 - Digital

Kevin's desktoppin' it up!!

[Open for better quality (srsly please do, I hid some funky details!)]

[sketcheun]

finished the ambriel “trueform” thank god. i’ve fashioned it a bit after the castiel one, but also from her job as a birth and death statistician and associations with ambriel as the angel of intellectual capacity and meta knowledge of the self (don’t remember where i saw the last one but it fit in nicely with her in-show beliefs about expendability).

tagging @birbs-in-space ​ and @heaven-ecologist for ambriel/angel content. i'm quite disappointed that i couldn’t participate in the events but i do have other ideas lined up for supporting angel characters.

taglist below —if anyone wants to be added or removed let me know:

@lauramarlingnatural​ @cascats​ @mjulmjul-reblog​ @justcastiel​ @manicpixiedeanboy​ @clownshitgoeshere​ @goodgirldean​ @kellyscabin​ @knifelesbianjo​ @wormstacheangel​ @doctorprofessorsong​ @nineteen-sixtyseven​ @thenightwemetnatural​ @floral-cas​

[sammypompeius]

Background study with destiel

Spn tag list: @saint-raphael-stuff @justgayangelthingz @all-or-nothing-baby @agonyandsweat @lengthofropes @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie - Let me know if you wanna be added or removed.

My redbubble

[casismymrdarcy]

‘𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Happy anniversary to Love Story (Taylor Swift) and 4x01 Lazarus Rising (Supernatural)

[chrrispine]

New Year, New Gifs Challenge Day 14: Favorite TV Show

Schitt's Creek

[myaimistrue]

my light, hidden and singing. read on ao3 here

“Good morning, darling.”

Dean coughs around his coffee.

“Are you alright?” Cas asks.

“Am I—?” Dean sputters. “Yes. You called me darling.”

Cas’s brow furrows, and Dean tries not to focus solely on the perfect wrinkles of his forehead. “Why not? You’re dear to me, and I love you. I was under the impression that darling encapsulated that.”

Dean’s face feels like he’s on fire. “Well, yeah, I guess. But, like… guys don’t really call each other that.”

“Guys call each other that all the time,” Cas says, rolling his eyes. “You just aren’t used to it.”

“Okay, fine, how about this: other people don’t really call me that.” Dean looks down at himself. He’s softened, a little, in retirement, but he’s still the same guy he always was—brutal, rough-edged, too broad and too clumsy to hold anything right. Surely Cas can see that, no matter how in love he is. “I don’t exactly fit the bill.”

“What does that mean?”

“Darling is…” Dean is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with this conversation. He should’ve just shut up and let Cas be nice to him; whenever he argues like this, it always blows up in his face. “I don’t know, it’s for thin British girls and like, Victorian babies. Not for someone like me.”

Cas is staring at him so hard Dean’s pretty sure he’s attempting to break into Dean’s brain, despite their rule about no mind-reading outside of the bedroom. Dean stares back in semi-fear.

“Listen, man, it’s not—”

Cas cuts him off by lifting him up to his feet and pulling him close. He wraps his arms around Dean, tight enough to be comforting but not scary, and says, “You think darling is for gentle or fragile things. Small things.”

Dean nods. All of his words have left him.

“You’re small to me, Dean.” Cas is speaking quietly, but his words are no less impactful for it. His arms are strong, unmoving; Dean’s pretty sure he could go deadweight, and Cas would hold him up, keep him steady and kiss along the column of his throat. “You’re delicate. You’re tender. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” Dean whispers. His heart is fluttering like a little bird.

“Do you feel small now? Fragile?”

Dean swallows. Some distant part of him wants to lie, but nothing rises to the surface but the truth. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Cas smiles softly, and noses in to kiss Dean. It’s one of those kisses that’s mostly breathing together, shuddering and sighing in the tiny space between their mouths. 

“You’re wrapped in my wings.” The way Cas says it. Like it’s a confession, a precious secret. “Your soul is so small, Dean, and my wings always want to hold it close to me. To the very core of my grace.”

Dean looks at him. The way he and Cas love each other is mostly incomprehensible, a scale that’s bigger than can be explained or quantified—he knows that. But still, Cas says things like that, and Dean feels the stunning improbability of their love like a second heartbeat. A human and angel. A blip in spacetime and an ancient being, holding each other close in a fixer-upper kitchen in the house they share.

“I love you,” Dean tells him. What else is there to say? What else could even matter?

“I love you too.” Cas’s smile kicks up into something brighter, more sunshine than starlight. “Darling.”

Dean laughs breathlessly. Cas pulls him in for another kiss, and Dean lets Cas move him. He gives in to it all, just a little, lets himself feel like something to be careful with. And it’s easy, basking in the morning light and the glow of Cas’s love, to believe that he is.

[demonlandline]

No stranger to secrets

And monsters and demons

I’m scared of the dark

[gentlemancowboy]

Dean Winchester + Bi Pride Flag

Day 3 of @altarofrowena​’s Follower Celebration

[acklesology]

RANDOM DEAN WINCHESTER GIFS 🔀 11x22

[solarcas]

A little blorbo based on this prompt by @werepires — yes the silly racoon mug is part of the fit <3

[Open for better quality!]

[sammypompeius]

Someone suggested I draw demon Dean over on insta. I've been meaning to do this iconic scene for some time now so: perfect!

My redbubble

Spn tag list: @saint-raphael-stuff @justgayangelthingz @all-or-nothing-baby @agonyandsweat @lengthofropes @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie - Let me know if you wanna be added or removed.

[mjulmjul]

day 1: harvest

[deancaskiss]

When Cas opened the door with take-out from their favorite pizza place in his hands, he wasn’t expecting another surprise from Dean. Yet, there on the counter, was a note from his husband.

‘Meet me in the backyard, handsome.’

Sliding the box of pizza onto the kitchen counter, Cas took the familiar path out the back door, across the porch, and down the steps towards the garden. “Dean? What are you doing out here? I got us pizza and-” Cas abruptly cut himself off when he saw his husband.

There Dean was, sat on one of their old picnic blankets, and he was surrounded by pots and trays of flowers. Pansies and peonies. Daffodils and dahlias. Sweet peas and snapdragons.

“Surprise,” Dean said with a soft smile, and Cas felt his knees go weak at the sight of Dean's smile and the beautiful flowers.

“Is this… how did… are these for me?” Cas asked, dropping to his knees next to Dean.

Nodding, Dean reached out and snagged Cas’ hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the inside of Cas’ palm. “All for you. For your garden. I thought we could plant them together, if you’d like?” Dean murmured.

“You got me flowers so we could garden together?” Cas whispered in awe, reaching out with his free hand to stroke a fingertip over a soft yellow petal.

Smiling warmly, Dean pulled Cas closer until he could wrap his arms around Cas’ waist. “I did. I love how happy you are when you’re out here in the garden. And when you’re wearing your cute overalls.”

Cas blushed, tucking his head into Dean’s shoulder. “I love the flowers. I love you.” The warm glow radiated into Cas’ heart as he felt the curve of Dean’s smile press against his forehead as Dean replied, “I love you, too.”