#winternaturalcelebration

[mjulmjul]

snow + angel for the winter celebration!

[floral-cas]

cas and dean + a snowy forest background for winternaturalcelebration

[all-or-nothing-baby]

☆ “Cas, you were always my north star” ☆

trueform!cas, as the thing dean chose to put his faith in and follow-til the end... for the absolute darlings, @floral-cas and @mjulmjul and their WINTERNATURALCELEBRATION. (something something bethlehem something three kings something north star something something).

[gaytedlasso]

silent night, holy night

all is calm, all is bright

~

an angel among falling snow, what could be more holy

for my beloved @mjulmjul and @floral-cas - winternatural

[hornystiel]

some pompon lore for @floral-cas and @mjulmjul 's winternatural celebration <3

taglist 🖤 (pls lmk if you want to be added or removed)

@perfectlyelegantdelusion @emeraldcas @you-cant-spell-subtext-without @fellshish @bi-makes-pie @justcastiel @mybelovedcas @jactingjoices @naturallyathief @blanket-cas @caskarass @pointyearedelvishprincling

[universalcas]

@floral-cas & @mjulmjul 's Winter Celebration: trueform!Cas

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[marlowe-art]

snow(globe) angel for @mjulmjul and @floral-cas's winternatural celebration event

[hallowed-by-thy-name]

cas with snowflake wings for @floral-cas and @mjulmjul ‘s winternatural celebration (I dunno if the idea’s coming through but it was still fun so shdjsksjd)

pre-edited line art under the cut

[shivroyslut]

trueform + forget-me-nots (symbol of true love and fidelity)

⤷ after all, what is cas if not full of love and faith

for @floral-cas and @mjulmjul winternatural celebration

[evermoredeancas]

dean and cas + winter backgrounds for @floral-cas and @mjulmjul's winternatural celebration!

[clensters]

I wanted to do a picture specifically for  @floral-cas & @mjulmjul’s   #winternaturalcelebration so here I am, squeaking in at the last moment. I had no ideas except I wanted something icy and chilly and resorted to another portrait : P Thanks for organizing! <3

[mjulmjul]

it will be a very spirited christmas indeed

[floral-cas]

Dean and Cas + pine trees (and lights!) for the winternatural celebration ⤷ pine trees symbolize eternity and endless love

[all-or-nothing-baby]

what, you never seen a reindeer of the lord?

for @mjulmjul and @floral-cas and their WINTERNATURALCELEBRATION

[babygirlwolverine]

last christmas you gave me your heart

For Day 13 of @drgarth and @starrynightdeancas B&B’s Holiday Advent Calendar Event (this is angsty and includes poetry at the end!)

Christmas Shopping // Christmas List // “"Merry Christmas, " I wrapped it up and sent it, With a note saying "I love you, " I meant it”

For @floral-cas and @mjulmjul Winternatural Celebration, prompt: Snow/Faith and for @acklesology Winter Celebration, prompt: Snow

Also posted on ao3!

The rain slips down the window, sometimes mixed with flakes of snow as it falls from the sky. The Impala is cold; heat long since seeped out into the darkness of the night. But Dean can’t turn the ignition on. Can’t risk hearing the song again. The tears are still clinging to his eyelashes, burning streaks of agony down his cheeks. His heart ripped open and raw. The lyrics claw through his mind again, and another sob tears from his mouth.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day, you gave it away.

It hadn’t been Christmas. But the date is seared into his mind forever. November 5th. A year ago. A heart given to him, honest and pure and devastatingly vulnerable. And the hollowness that followed. Words that died on Dean’s lips. A confession he should’ve said. An emotion like a tsunami hurtling out from his chest. A soft smile; a truth that could’ve been more, torn away.

This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.

That was a lie. A filthy life. There was never going to be anyone else. Never going to be anyone more special. Cas was… Cas is… Cas is everything. The air that Dean breathes. The blood his heart pumps. The tears his eyes pour out. The ache is his chest that begs to find his missing half.

How could Dean ever give his heart to someone else?

It had belonged to Cas for so long. Longer than it had any right to be. But God. He fell. Gave his faith to Cas, gave his love, a million times in a million different ways over the years. He’d just never found the way to say the words. But Cas had. Right at the end. He’d said it.

How dare he? How dare Cas say that to him? How fucking dare Cas just go and give his heart to Dean and leave him behind? What the fuck? What did Cas think was going to happen? Did he think Dean was just going to go and live happily-ever-after after that? No. There was no happy ending anymore. If Cas wasn’t by his side, there was nothing.

Actually, there was something.

And Dean hated it.

Despised it.

There was love. Cracked and bleeding, raw and aching.

Why couldn’t Cas take the love Dean felt when he left him behind? Because this was worse. This splitting agonizing love that made Dean want to tear his heart out of his chest. It was too pure. Too much wrapped in the ethereal glow of Cas’ being. It stung like shards, yet it was soft like a cloud.

It ached and it bled, yet it soothed and it comforted. It was the only thing keeping Dean alive, and he loathed it and adored it. His love for Cas never gone, never forgotten. And that was worse. How was Dean supposed to live with this bursting in his chest every second of every day? There was only one cure. Cas’ touch. Cas’ lips on his. Cas’ love melding with his own until it was unified. Until it was whole.

"Merry Christmas," I wrapped it up and sent it, with a note saying "I love you," I meant it.

That was the lyric that had unraveled Dean. Because it was still sitting in his pocket. He carried it with him everywhere he went. Unwrapped the wrinkling page and read the words out loud everywhere he thought of Cas. By the river in a small town in Pennsylvania. Whispered softly in a diner in Nebraska. At the foot of a windmill in a field in Wyoming. And now, in the front seat of the Impala, as snow drifted down around him, near a barn in Illinois.

“Cas. Have you got your ears on? I’m by the barn where we first met,” Dean said, words shattered and falling to pieces in his mouth. Were the words even decipherable right now? Or were his sobs distorting everything he was saying?

“Merry Christmas, Cas.” A whisper. Barely audible.

“I know… giving you the same present I gave you last year. I hope you understand why. But… it means more. Every day. It means more.”

And then, quiet, pained, with hands shaking and breath sticking in his throat, Dean read his poem.

Now I know what a fool I’ve been, but if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.

[hornystiel]

Winter Angel for @floral-cas and @mjulmjul 's winternatural celebration <3

taglist 🖤 (pls lmk if you want to be added or removed)

@perfectlyelegantdelusion @emeraldcas @you-cant-spell-subtext-without @fellshish @bi-makes-pie @justcastiel @mybelovedcas @jactingjoices @naturallyathief @blanket-cas @caskarass @pointyearedelvishprincling