#supernatural angel lore

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Lily Sunder's problem is that she's too normal to meddle with angels. She liked Ishim until she realized how unwordly and inhuman he is.

Ishim: Oh. What have you done? I shared all of our secrets with you, taught you all of our ways for your precious studies. I… I loved you.

Lily: You didn't love me. You were obsessed with me. That isn't love.

Ishim: I loved you. You threw me away for him.

She's seing love in a very human way (which is… normal, since she's human). But obsession and/or devotion is actually the way angels show their attachement.

(And being as close as physically possible.)

Meanwhile:

Cas gives up everything, kills tons of enemies and starts random apocalypses every season or so FOR Dean and Dean is all "Maybe he likes me" while every supernatural entity around are "there is something going on between them". They also have this tendency to stand on each other (personal space? they don't know her).

Adam (The First) and Seraphina are this insufferable (affectionate), touchy-feeling couple, linked to the hips… since thousands of years.

Then you have Adam and Michael, Benjamin and his vessel, literally sharing the same body and having none intention of going on separate ways (separate ways being going one inch away from each other).

[cassiphoning]

the very touch of you corrupts but it goes both ways

[thebeautyofspn]

9x11 First Born

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Hael's big plan

[angel-tournament]

Round 1: Castiel from Supernatural vs. Michael from The Bible

Castiel

- this is the castiel supernatural website.

Michael (art by Luca Giordano

- I'm told he has a flaming sword in the text which is quite sexy of him

[woundlingus]

I take the choirs of Heaven very literally, and it’s fine to have Sam and Dean butcher a language literally not built for their tongues and ears to withstand but I cannot stand watching angels do it as if we haven’t already established that their voices range in pitches indecipherable to the human ear in the very first episode featuring angels, but they should be in constant song they are harmonising in frequencies you can’t even begin to imagine and it’s beautiful not this far-ma-ra-cha-rah-la-kay-doo shit

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

If destiel went canon in an spn revival/reboot but it was straight*, how would yall react (serious question, like what if this really happened)

*Cas in a female vessel, and this was permanent

[sallysetoncore]

you ever get fucking baked and start thinking about how prayer is used in supernatural

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Romancing the Hunter

Chapters 1-9

Chapter 10: The Case of the Haunting Kansas City Cop

Dean and Castiel returned from the grocery store having refilled the fridge and gotten the few other items Y/n had requested. Dean prepped for dinner, lasagna, by reheating in the oven.

Castiel found Y/n back in their room on the phone. They smiled at him and signed for him to wait. He sat down at the foot of their bed as Y/n finished up the phone call.

“Again, I am so sorry for you loss and distress at this time. Thank you so much, Ms. Johnson for being honest with me. I will be coming straight there tomorrow afternoon,” they paused. “No, ma’am, I haven’t heard back from my partners yet but I am happy to text you once I do, so you know who to expect. Is that ok?” They smiled and nodded, “Wonderful. I will text you in the morning with my ETA and if I have any co-workers joining me. Not a problem.” Opening their mouth to speak, they paused, closing their mouth, their face stoic which was an uncommon quality for them as they listened to the woman on the phone. “That’s right. All my usual fees are waived with them being a police officer. We do that for all emergency and first responders as well as the military, including retired. Yes, ma’am, you’re most welcome. I completely understand and couldn’t agree more. He was a wonderful and brilliant man. Yes, ma’am. I’ll reach out tomorrow. Thank you again for your time. I will see you tomorrow. Good night.”

They hung up and rolled their eyes. “Asshole cop dies from a heart attack and is scared to move on, probably knows he’s going to Hell and would rather be a problem for their family than do the right thing by moving on.”

Castiel quirked at a brow.

Y/n looked at them, their face softened, “Sorry, Castiel.” They placed their hand on his cheek, “I’ve dealt with these types stupidly too much and they refuse to move on without being forced to.”

“Salt and burn then?” He asked.

“No, no, I never do that. That’s traumatizIng. I cleanse them of the material plane’s effects and do a ritual that takes them where they’re meant to go,” they explained.

The Angel face became stoic as they spoke. He searched through his Heaven’s knowledge to be surprised that a descendant of the Grafungis could still be alive and decided to confirm it, “I wasn’t aware any of the descendants of the ‘Grafungisg’ was still alive.”

Y/n’s body tensed as the word ‘Grafungis’, their mouth slightly open, eyes squinting, and brow furrowed, “The what?”

Castiel tilted his head to the side with his brow furrowed. “What you described is some of the abilities that the Grafungis could do. They were once what some called human reapers. The story goes that my Father had a disagreement with Death and Death refused to work with Him after the disagreement, and so He bestowed a select few bloodlines at the time the ability to reap human souls among other abilities to make human souls more compliant to moving one.”

They frowned and shrugged.

“What happened to them? These bloodlines.”

Castiel frowned, cast down eyes, “Once Death and God reconciled, God sent Angels down to destroy the bloodlines.”

Y/n looked disgusted, “I don’t like your Dad; he’s a selfish asshole. Giving gifts to humans and then killing them when they’re no longer useful? That’s barbarous.” They shuddered and hugged Castiel, “No wonder you stayed here. I’m sorry, Cas.” They bury their face in his shoulder, holding tightly across his chest.

He is taken aback by their action, stiff for a few seconds before returning the hug. He buried his face in their hair, braided intricately, and breathed in their natural musk and their shampoo and conditioner, a light sweet smell of jojoba, honey, and poppies. He pressed a kiss into their hair and murmured, “Thank you.” He took another deep breath and sat there for a few minutes just holding them in a calm silence until Dean interrupted with a knock on the door. He hesitantly said, “Dinner is ready.”

Y/n looked up at him with a smile, “It smells delicious, Love. Thanks.”

“Everything ok?” Cas, you ok?

“Yes,” replied Castiel and turned his head while still holding Y/n. “Just comforting Y/n on the frustrations of a case they have.”

They looked at him with a shy smile and nodded.

“You got a case?” Dean asked, a bit excited. “Come on, let’s eat and you can tell us about it.”

Y/n pulled back and got up then reached out for Castiel’s hand expectantly.

“Nope, you’re mine,” said Dean in a faux petulant tone and grabbing Y/n free hand. “You’ve cuddled with Cas enough. It’s my turn.” Once in the hall, he scooped them up over his shoulder with a surprised squeak that made him chuckle and pat their butt.

“Dean! Dean, put me down.”

“Nope,” he said with a clear pop of ‘p’ and a smile on his full lips.

Y/n knows after all these years that when Dean says that word in that manner, it means no changing his mind.

The Seraph quickly came up behind them, grinning at Dean’s silliness and a bit of jealousy he could feel from his mate, You should let them do what they are comfortable with, Beloved .

I just want to cuddle with them.

Maybe you should just ask? Cas calmly and soothingly suggested to him.

After dinner, he said through their bond.

At this point, Y/n has wrapped their arms around Dean’s abdomen and gone pliant in his hold with their cheek resting on his back, silently waiting to be put down. Dean has kept his left hand on Y/n jean-cladded butt and the other held their thighs together and kept them securely on his shoulder.

“You’re a jerk, Winchester,” Y/n grumbled and poked his side causing him to flinch slightly.

“Stop it,” he grumbled back at them as they walked into the kitchen.

Castiel just shook his head with an upturn of the corners of his lips, knowing that Y/n would get into these moods where they would purposely annoy Dean for days after moving into the bunker with them. They wouldn’t stop until Dean would either yell at them to stop which causd then to pout and Dean would apologize for yelling; start a prank battle which Dean almost always won; or he would challenge them to some duel as part of so-called training. Y/n being a very touch-oriented person who loved sparring with Dean and him, especially when it was full body contact, always enjoyed the training challenges Dean would do.

The Angel would stay out of this silly teasing, claiming neutral party until they sorted it out themselves. It was always entertaining to watch and it almost always ended with Y/n coming into their room in the middle of the night to cuddle for whatever reason, not that they truly needed one, but Y/n and Dean would always stop once Dean found them in Cas and his with them. The look Dean gets in his eyes, such a soft adoration for them always made the Angel long for them all to be together, fully bonded which was something that takes time to get to especially for humans; hunters it seems even longer if Dean is anything to go by. He just hoped that Y/n would accept the truth without much convincing. Dean has informed him of his worries saying they haven’t had much experience with Angels which might be a drawback if they give them to the talk too soon. Castiel now thinks that Y/n may be more accepting with the diversity of the human souls that they have had to deal with, even the difficult ones, that they could be more accepting than Dean was at the beginning.

Babe , Dean sent through their bond offended. That hurt but you might be right. Maybe we see after this vase of theirs? If you still believe they can handle it this soon, then I won’t stop you.

Good idea , Castiel replied. Thank you for your faith, Dean .

Always.

Continue to read on ao3

[dem0nguy]

I love writing this stuff too much ya’ll.

Anyways here’s the second part <3

(Part one if you missed it :3)

This, is truly where things start to go downhill. Genuinely it doesn’t get any better from here. I sometimes catch myself wondering what a normal teenage experience would be like. Not one that involves supernatural paraphernalia…

I wrote this entry in two parts. One, I believe on my way to school. The second sometime after. I guess it doesn’t matter too much, when I wrote them. But, the more you know, the better.

9/23/19 - Part 1

Ok so, I’m honestly not entirely sure how to start this off. But today was, scary? Odd? Supernatural? I don’t know. To this day, it’s a difficult topic to explain.

I woke up to my alarm; excitement and anxiety buzzing in my chest. It was finally the first day of middle school. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted this day to be over as soon as possible, or start as quickly as possible.

So I got up, then nearly fell back down again. I felt a strange weight on my head and back, as if someone had strapped bricks to me in my sleep. Must be the anxiety. I thought, because really, what else could it be? Hell (literally) if I know.

So sluggishly, I walked to my bathroom. (me and my twin share it, his bedroom is connected through a door on the opposite side.) Opening my door I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Subsequently, I do a double take.

I thought I was dreaming, because I mean, who just wakes up with demon horns, wings, and a tail?? Not any normal person… probably. Unfortunately, we’re not very normal.

I must’ve stood there for a while, confused, panicking. My constant internal monologue was, “this has to be a dream, this has to be a dream, this has to be—“

“Adammm!” Conner called, knocking frantically. “Something is very, very wrong!”

I open the door for him, we both startle.

My brother, blonde haired, brown eyed. Had a halo, angel wings, and a demon tail? I guess it wasn’t really my place to find that specific detail odd, all of this was odd.

“Adam,” his voice became hushed, “are we both having a freaky dream together or is this real?”

I hesitate, “I don’t know… I don’t think we’re dreaming?”

“Then what the hell is going on??”

I shrugged, I mean, how do you even respond to this situation? What do we do? That’s a good question past me…

“Something must have caused this,” I start, “So if we find that maybe we find answers?”

“Right, but WHAT IN THE WORLD COULD’VE CAUSED THIS” He whisper-yells.

“I don’t know!!” I whisper-yell in return. It could’ve been anything really. Maybe we were cursed in our sleep? Maybe we actually were dreaming. Maybe it was—

“The necklaces…” I mumble, barely audible.

“What?” Conner asks.

From my pocket, I pull out the necklace. Instead of the red and blue swirl it had initially, it was gray. And dull. I’d kept it on me for good luck, like my Uncle Sam suggested. But apparently, it did the opposite. Still haven’t forgiven him for that.

Conner, wide eyed, runs back into his room. Holding up the necklace lying on his nightstand, the same gray dull color as mine.

He stares at the necklace with irritation, before throwing it on the ground. “I knew it! I knew there was something up with these things! I have no idea what our Uncle was planning, but it was clearly something!!”

“Maybe he didn’t know this would happen—“

“How can you really say that Adam, we both know how suspicious he was acting.”

I couldn’t argue with him, it made sense. But I didn’t want to believe Uncle Sam would purposefully do this. Sure he was a little suspicious at times, and not the most friendly. But that doesn’t mean he did something like this! Oh Angels I was so fucking naïve…

“Listen, whether he did this intentionally or not he probably has answers.” Conner says, as if he read my mind. “So let’s go find him.”

I slowly nodded, “Ok, yeah. But is he even still here?”

Conner scoffs, as if I should know the answer to that. “Of course he’s still here, do you really think Dad would let him leave this early?”

I hesitate, “No, I guess not…”

“Great let’s go.” Conner grabs my arm, dragging me towards the door.

“Conner! Wait—“ I jerk my arm free from his grasp, “What if someone sees us?”

Conner rolls his eyes, “Adam, it’s early in the morning, who would see us?”

Before I can respond Conner grabs my arm again, “Exactly, let’s go.”

He managed to drag me out the door. It was dark in the hallway, so even if someone had been there, they wouldn’t have seen us. So I guess Conner was right…

We hastily made our way to the guest room, where Uncle Sam was staying. Conner threw open the door, slamming it behind him. Our Uncle jolts awake.

“What… who’s in here?” He mumbles, before turning on the lamp beside his bed. He squints at us for a moment, before putting on his glasses. “Oh, you two.”

“What did you do to us?!” Conner shouts, too loudly for how early it was.

“Calm down kiddo.” Uncle Sam hops off his bed, cracking his back. “It wasn’t entirely my fault.”

Oh, so this was intentional. What’s that… three points for Conner?

“Change us back!!” Conner shouts again, stomping up to Uncle Sam in a poor attempt to intimidate him.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. But,” he picks up two black bracelets from his nightstand. “These should help you for now.” He holds them out to Conner, who scoffs.

“I don’t trust you.”

Uncle Sam shrugs, “If you’d rather go out looking how you do, I won’t stop you. It isn’t my job to look after you.”

Me and Conner share a glance, one of concern. But it seems we agree on the same thing, as Conner speaks, “Never mind, give us the bracelets.”

Our Uncle hands them over. Conner walks back to me, handing me one. I study the bracelet for a moment, it’s black, and uneven. It looks as though it’s made of a kind of rock, like obsidian. I slide the bracelet over my wrist, on my end, it doesn’t feel like anything happened. But Conner looks at me with surprise.

“Adam, you’re… normal again?”

I raised an eyebrow, but as he slid the bracelet over his wrist, I realized what he was saying. The bracelets, some way or another, hid our supernatural appearances.

“Just keep the bracelets on and you’ll be fine.” Uncle Sam says, sitting back on his bed. “Now get out, please.”

“Aren’t you gonna give us answers?” I get the courage to ask.

Uncle Sam chuckles, “Nope, again, not my job.”

“You can’t just leave us with this! We need answers.” Conner backs me up. (I will forever be grateful for my twin.) Spoiler, forever didn’t last very long.

“I can just leave you with this, actually.”

Conner huffs, becoming visibly annoyed.

“But I can point you in the right direction.” Our Uncle continues, “Mr. G, you know him. Family friend?”

Me and Conner both nod.

“Yeah, he works at West-East Middle. You might even have him as your teacher. Go ask him about it. He’ll give you answers.”

“You sure?” I ask hesitantly. I didn’t interact with Mr. G often, but he came over for holidays and dinner. Uncle Sam seemed to have an aversion to him. But he seemed like a nice person otherwise.

“Yeah, now leave.”

I think me and my brother both realized we weren’t getting any more out of him. So we did as he said and left the room.

Boy, was today going to be interesting…

(Next part :3)

[destiel-wings]

question (for fic writing purposes): when did chuck create angels? chronologically i mean, castiel didn't witness creation, he was made after, right? or by creation do we mean "of humankind" and so he did witness it? I mean did chuck create everything at once or were there steps?

[coockie8]

how did roy become a cultist?

He, Ed, and a couple other people, got kidnapped by a multi-billion-year-old collector named Malik, who is a sorcerer with a Perpetually Tainted Soul and, arguably, endless resources.

Knowing his alchemy alone wouldn't be enough to defend Ed, Roy pledged himself to Ray so he would be powerful enough to combat Malik and his goons.

Void Cultists basically act as conduits for the power of whatever Voidling they've pledged themselves to; Desire, in Roy's case. This allows temporary* ascension, during which the Cultist is Immortal, comprehends Eldritch Knowledge, has access to Eldritch Magic, and is immune to Eldritch Madness.

This was far from a lightly made decision, as the Void Cult is not without drawbacks; Roy is no longer fully human, and he can never leave the Cult, or Eldritch Madness will set in and he'll lose his mind.

But Ed matters to him more than his humanity.

*Temporary in the sense the Cultist can back out of the deal. This remains so long as they're pledged to the Void Cult.

[lerry-hazel]

What's my motivation here, boss?

Can you imagine Michael’s second set of instructions for Castiel’s Garrison?

Was it like:

- It’s been 30 years and who knows how many fallen brothers-in-arms, and the First Seal has been broken, but you need to keep besieging Hell to retrieve that specific soul. And, once you do, patch up its rotting carcass, stuff the soul back in and leave the whole thing inside a grave, from where it can maybe crawl back into the world that would kill it back repeatedly.

I mean, “we don’t question our orders” goes a long way, but angels are supposed to be obedient, not brain-dead, right?

No, seriously, I’ve written the rescue scene up to Castiel standing in Alastair’s torture chamber with Dean’s soul in hand, and no POV change is helping me to avoid the question of what possessed him to do all the above, instead of just taking it directly to Heaven *insert a facepalm pic I’m too lazy to find*

[thebeautyofspn]

5x01 Sympathy For The Devil

[spicymochi01]

Everytime a Lovelorn gets caught, I feel so bad for them

Most other ghosts tend to be pretty malevolent, while they're mostly just in search of human connection, but Exorcists make that pretty impossible. The world of the physical and metaphysical aren't meant to interact. That'll be changing soon.

Also, how cute is the Onryō 😊

ROARING is coming out on 30th April!

[alltingfinns]

I think that either Wikipedia didn’t have as fully fleshed out articles on angelology as they do now, or Eric Kripke made a bad search. Because the way I hear it, he picked the name Castiel because it “came up when looking for the angel of Thursday”.

A few problems:

The angel with the closest name that could possibly be read as Castiel is Cassiel.

Who is the associated with Saturday.

According to the same source, the angel of Thursday is actually Sachiel.

I mean either way they’re extracanonical, only appearing in mystic literature, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

Check it out:

Does make you wonder how different it’d be if our favorite autistic gay angel was named Sachiel, or some variation on that. (I mean, Castiel kind of sounds like Cassiel needed a hard “t” to make it sound more masculine or something. So, I can imagine Sachiel being changed to something like Tatchiel or Zatchiel. In general, I have no idea what the thought process is on any mythological addition to the show.)

To me, it kind of works in its own way. Castiel is his own angel. Neither the angel of Saturday or Thursday. Not the angel of tears and temperance or of wealth and charity.

Castiel, the angel of good intentions.

The angel of gay love.

The angel of tumblr.

(Like stated, many “official” angels are technically extracanonical. If angels could be added five hundred years ago, why not today as well?)