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pandorakiin.bsky.social
An excerpt from Total Eclipse... ;) #DestielAU #LongFicDetour #Destiel #ImSoSorry #ImADamnIdeaThief

I recall an artist friend recently lamenting that kink is dead in this fandom. To that I offer you this rebuttal...

#FuckThatPuritanicalNoise #SPN #Supernatural
“Cuuute,” Balthazar crooned. “Past his bedtime, though, and, luckily for you, not my type.” “His name’s Dean, or so I’m told. Freshman at NYU. From the look of him, he’s virgin. This’s his first time at one of these things.” “Virginity is vastly overrated. You remember yours?” Taking a sip of his whiskey drink, Castiel hummed evasively, “Mmm. I do.” “What was her name?” Balthazar pried, refusing to be eluded. “Avril.” “You don’t sound terribly fond of the memory.” Castiel chuckled darkly. “I was so drunk I couldn’t get it up. Somewhere between that disappointment and waking up on a cold tile floor, I wound up sick, vomiting into frighteningly clean, pleasant-smelling porcelain.” Rolling his eyes, Castiel sighed, lamenting the missed opportunity. An embarassment he never permitted to happen again. “She evaporated into the ether. Never saw her again.” “Intelligent woman. These shark infested waters are where youth and naivete come to die.” “What does that say about us?” Balthazar sighed, a moment of reflective vulnerbility changing his expression for a flashbulb moment so quick Cas wasn’t perfectly sure he’d seen it. “Nothing flattering.” Sharing a raft of subtle laughter, the two men threw a knowing glance at one another. Casting his gaze about the room Castiel wondered, “So, who is your type?” “Hmm…” The hum was as much appreciative of the liquor on his tongue as it was the vision of womanhood casting a furtive, carnally flirtatious glance his way. “Raven hair, full lips, rich, warm brown eyes, and a figure that would leave Artemis herself green with envy. Dangerous, sharp, witty, and a smile that could enchant the devil. The other half of my Bohemian soul.” Castiel stared at the man he esteemed as a brother in disbelief. “That’s astoundingly specific.” “It is. She’s looking my way.” Balthazar’s hand landed a sturdy clap between Castiel’s shoulder blades, sending a mischevious wink his way with the eye out of her field of view. Continued... Continued from Panel 1... “Don’t let your boy get away. He’s been watching you for the last few minutes, despite the fiery-haired nymph he’s talking with. I’ll catch up with you later.”
December 15, 2025 at 11:13 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
This is the 15 x 18 angst chapter! You have been warned! :'D
#SPNLove

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- meta
- hurt/comfort

💘Season 16: For Love's Sake or Supernatural 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮💘 ~ Chapter/Episode 5: "Don't do this, Cas."
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/746645...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from what I think is a blooper of SPN where Dean and Castiel (or more like their actors) are doing a couple dance. The picture has blue orbs at the edges. The dark blue text on the top left reads "Supernatural Love". Below that there is white text with a green outline that reads "Episode 5:". Below that there is dark green text that reads "Don't do this, Cas.". A screenshot from ao3 of the header for Chapter 5: "Don't do this, Cas." of the fanfiction "Season 16: For Love's Sake or Supernatural Love" by LostRealist. Rating: Explicit, Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Category: M/M, Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005), Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Original Characters, God | Chuck Shurley, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Other(s), Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Castiel and Dean Winchester Reunion in Heaven, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Dean Winchester Says "I Love You", Season/Series 16, Meta, Kissing, Getting Together, working through trauma, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Dean Winchester learns to accept love, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Getting kicked out of heaven, Episode Redos, Jack Kline as God, Jack Kline Saves Castiel from the Empty, Jack Kline Has Issues, All the romance tropes (literally), Eventual Smut, Virgin Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt/Comfort, funny moments, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Language: English, Stats: Published: 2025-11-23, Updated: 2025-12-14, Words: 34,334, Chapters: 5/?, Comments: 4, Kudos: 4, Hits: 267, Summary: Dean dreams of when Castiel confessed his love to him and got taken by the Empty, except that it actually isn't really a dream. Just what is happening and how can he make it stop before he completely looses his mind?
December 14, 2025 at 6:25 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Chapter 4 is here! :D
#SPNLove

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- all the romance tropes
- hurt/comfort

💘Season 16: For Love's Sake or Supernatural 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮💘 ~ Chapter/Episode 4: Back on earth
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/746645...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from what I think is a blooper of SPN where Dean and Castiel (or more like their actors) are doing a couple dance. The picture has blue orbs at the edges. The dark blue text on the top left reads "Supernatural Love". Below that there is white text with a green outline that reads "Episode 4:". Below that there is dark green text that reads "Back on earth".
December 7, 2025 at 8:29 PM
gleafer.bsky.social
WHERE MY #spn FANS AT??
#deanwinchester isn’t having gay panic, it’s more like celestial catharsis!
#castiel has a mighty need and Rowena is all about the moose-shaped snackage!
Castiel leaning into Dean’s personal space, saying he has a mighty need. Dean asks “for…pie?” And his response is DEAN PIE Sam hears the commotion of Dean being kissed silly while Rowena is getting ready to put the moves in the moose. Meanwhile CHIBI Crowley is disgustingly yelling MOM in the background.
December 3, 2025 at 3:00 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Time for chapter/episode 3! :D
#SPNLove

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- all the romance tropes

💘Season 16: For Love's Sake or Supernatural 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮💘 ~ Chapter/Episode 3: Flashback or The Extended Ending
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/746645...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from what I think is a blooper of SPN where Dean and Castiel (or more like their actors) are doing a couple dance. The picture has blue orbs at the edges. The dark blue text on the top left reads "Supernatural Love". Below that there is white text with a green outline that reads "Episode 3:". Below that there is dark green text that reads "Flashback or The Extended Ending".
November 30, 2025 at 6:02 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Time for my Destiel long fic! First two parts are online now! :D
#SPNLove

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- all the romance tropes

💘Season 16: For Love's Sake or Supernatural 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮💘
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/746645...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from what I think is a blooper of SPN where Dean and Castiel (or more like their actors) are doing a couple dance. The picture has blue orbs at the edges and on the left there is dark blue text that reads "Supernatural Love". A screenshot from ao3 of the header of the fanfiction "Season 16: For Love's Sake or Supernatural Love" by LostRealist. Rating: Explicit, Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Category: M/M, Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005), Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Original Characters, God | Chuck Shurley, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Other(s), Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Castiel and Dean Winchester Reunion in Heaven, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Dean Winchester Says "I Love You", Season/Series 16, Meta, Kissing, Getting Together, working through trauma, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Dean Winchester learns to accept love, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Getting kicked out of heaven, Episode Redos, Jack Kline as God, Jack Kline Saves Castiel from the Empty, Jack Kline Has Issues, All the romance tropes (literally), Some angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Virgin Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt/Comfort, funny moments, Canon-Typical Violence, Language: English, Stats: Published: 2025-11-23, Updated: 2025-11-23, Words: 9,302, Chapters:2/?, Hits: 0, Summary: What would a season with Dean and Cas being in love look like? I am here to try to answer that question. In my own way of course. And probably in a very chaotic way, so bear with me. Be prepared for lots of romance tropes, all the romance tropes actually! I will try to add some comedy mixed in with more serious and dramatic moments, so this should be a good mix of both I hope!
November 23, 2025 at 10:31 PM
xhappyccino.bsky.social
it's so cute how spn writers introduced castiel as the angel of the lord who rescued dean winchester from hell and had him walk into a barn Like That and give him a first line that was that iconic and really thought fans would let them get rid of him in six episodes
November 21, 2025 at 7:09 PM
witchy-worm.bsky.social
Art I created for my SPN Bang Bang collab! Go read the fic on AO3 here: archiveofourown.org/works/74164971

#destiel #spn
Digital art. Castiel and Dean Winchester are naked in bed. Dean is laying on his stomach, Castiel is on top of him, with his arms braced on either side of Dean. Castiel has wing tattoos on his back and upper arms, flower tattoos on his forearms.
November 16, 2025 at 2:36 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Aaand here is part 4! :'D Time for drunk kissing and way too much talking! :'D
#SPNChance

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- eventual romance

❤️‍🩹The chance we never got❤️‍🩹 ~ Part 4: Drunken Dreams
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/737551...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from SPN season 14 episode 8 where Castiel and Dean are looking at each other and laughing. There are some alcoholic bottles in the lower half of the picture, though they are mostly covered up by the overlayed text. At the top it says "Part 4". At the bottom it says "The chance we never got" on the left and "Drunken Dreams" on the right.
November 11, 2025 at 2:40 PM
sebasnus.bsky.social
suns out, dogs out #destiel #spn
practice, mostly
destiel with digitigrade canine legs. dean has pointed (doberman) ears, castiel has floppy ears and wings. because i felt like it.
November 11, 2025 at 10:17 AM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Did... Did I really just post the 2nd part yesterday? Time feels really weird right now... xD
#SPNChance

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- eventual romance

❤️‍🩹The chance we never got❤️‍🩹 ~ Part 3: What now?
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/737551...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from SPN season 5, episode 3 where Dean is blurry in the background looking at Castiel who's side profile is clearly visible in the foreground. At the top it says "Part 3". At the bottom it says "What now?" and besides that "The chance we never got".
November 9, 2025 at 5:42 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Part 2 already because I can not and will not be stopped until I have written this whole thing! :'D

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- eventual romance

❤️‍🩹The chance we never got❤️‍🩹 ~ Part 2: The show's ending
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/737551...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from SPN season 11, episode 23 where Dean and Castiel are looking at each other. Deans hand is on Castiels shoulder. In the upper left corner it says "Part 2". In the lower area of the picture it says "The chance we never got" and below that "The show's ending".
November 8, 2025 at 4:28 PM
nachtwandelnd.bsky.social
✎ Fanfiction 💕
Don't mind me, I am just trying to cope after watching the last 3 seasons in less than 3 weeks... xD

- Fandom: #SPN
- Ship(s): #Destiel
- Post-Canon Fix-It
- very meta
- eventual romance

❤️‍🩹The chance we never got❤️‍🩹 ~ Part 1: Something's not right
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/737551...
A fanfiction cover picture showing a screencap from SPN season 15, episode 7 where Castiel is looking at Dean. In the upper right corner it says "Part 1". In the lower area of the picture it says "The chance we never got" and below that "Something's not right". A screenshot from ao3 of the header of the fanfiction "The chance we never got" by LostRealist. Rating: Explicit, Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply, Category: M/M, Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005), Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Talking, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Drunk Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Nonsense, Questioning Everything, Castiel and Dean Winchester Get the Ending They Deserve, Destiel Week (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester Reunion in Heaven, Meta, Drunk Kissing, Language: English, Stats: Published: 2025-11-06, Updated: 2025-11-06, Words: 5,586, Chapters: 1/5, Kudos: 2, Bookmarks: 1, Hits: 37, Summary: Dean is happy in heaven because you are happy in heaven. Heaven is a happy place. He is happy there until he isn't, until he starts having nightmares, until he starts doubting, doubting everything but most of all doubting what happened after the Empty took Castiel. How did he just accept that? How did he simply let Castiel go like that and then... stopped caring? That makes no fucking sense at all! And Dean isn't the only one that starts to question things. Castiel finds himself questioning too. What if someone actually did this to them? What if someone prevented Dean from properly reacting to his confession, to his death, preventing him from caring, prevented them from talking again?
November 6, 2025 at 2:50 PM
witchy-worm.bsky.social
#destiel shibari anyone?

#spn #destielfanart
Digital art. Dean Winchester naked, is laying back with pillows behind him. He is tied up with brown and blue ropes. Castiel is between Dean's legs, leaning over him with their faces nearly touching. He is shirtless, wearing dark pants, and has black wings.
November 3, 2025 at 11:35 PM
thecrazybear.bsky.social
Hubs and I currently on S5 of a Supernatural rewatch and this exchange just happened:

Dean Winchester: Because... we're humans. And when humans want something, really really bad... we lie.
Castiel: [puzzled] Why?
Dean Winchester: Because... that's how you become president.

Fuck. That one hurt #SPN
October 31, 2025 at 1:59 AM
loktonloser.bsky.social
30. Haunted House | 31. Matching Costumes

Dean and Castiel from SPN
Happy All Saints' Wake!

♡ #FallForYou ♡ #LoktonLoser ♡ #NoxAeterna ♡ #Promptis ♡ #Gposers ♡ #Bposers ♡ @thelucianprince.bsky.social ♡
Noctis and Prompto as Miqo'te and Viera. They're dressed up for Halloween exploring a Haunted House, as Castiel and Dean from SPN. They're in a library and it's dark. Prom is holding a lighter to light their way. In the darkness, ominous glowing eyes are watching the two. Noctis and Prompto as Miqo'te and Viera. They're dressed up for Halloween exploring a Haunted House, as Castiel and Dean from SPN. They're reinacting a spell over a cauldron. Noct as Castiel is healing Prom, who is Dean, because the spell called for an important ingredient. Don't worry, it's fake! Noctis and Prompto as Miqo'te and Viera. They're dressed up for Halloween exploring a Haunted House, as Castiel and Dean from SPN. They're in a cage readying weapons to fight a pair of haunted dolls! Noctis and Prompto as Miqo'te and Viera. They're dressed up for Halloween exploring a Haunted House, as Castiel and Dean from SPN. The "hunt" is over and they're walking down a set of stairs smiling at each other.
October 30, 2025 at 4:19 PM
witchy-worm.bsky.social
Suptober Day 13 - Star Gazing

#spn #destiel
Digital art. Dean is laying face down on a bed wearing blue star panties. Castiel is on his knees, fully dressed, pulling Dean back against him.
October 30, 2025 at 1:12 AM
witchy-worm.bsky.social
Suptober Day 25 - game night

#destiel #spn
Digital art. A table with a game board and beer bottles is in the foreground. Dean and Castiel are making out at the couch behind the table. In the background, Sam, Charlie, and Jack are walking to the door. Text bubbles read, "You think they'll notice if we left?" "Sure, if they come up for air." "That's a no, then"
October 28, 2025 at 4:35 PM
pandorakiin.bsky.social
...We'll make it up as we go."
Dean grinned like sunshine. The mess of tears be damned, he kissed Castiel again and didn't stop until Cas had to escape his lips for proper air.

#Destiel #DestielFiclet #SPNFanfiction #DamnYouAriel XD You and your flippin' prompts. #DestielAU #DestielCollegeAU #SPN
October 26, 2025 at 3:22 PM
witchy-worm.bsky.social
Here's one of the art pieces for my DCBB collab this year! You can read the fic on AO3 here: archiveofourown.org/works/719250...

#destiel #spn
Digital art. Castiel is sitting on a couch, Dean is sitting in his lap. They are about to kiss. Dean's hands are in Castiel's hair, Cas' hands are on Dean's hips and lower back. There is a glowing sigil on Dean's ribs.
October 24, 2025 at 11:56 AM
witchy-worm.bsky.social
Suptober day 14 - Can You Hear Me

#spn #destiel #suptober25
Digital Art. Giant Castiel standing in front of Dean. Castiel has 6 sets of wings, a glowing golden halo, and blue glowing eyes.
October 22, 2025 at 12:37 AM
thebunker.bsky.social
#destiel #spnfanfic #spn #supernatural #suptober #suptober25
“You fill up my senses, like this night a forest. Like new blossoms in springtime. Like a walk in the raaain! Like a storm o’er the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.” Dean’s nuzzling became a kiss to the thin, electrically sensitive skin under his ear, in the alcove behind the angel’s jaw. “You fill up my seeenses… come fill me agaaain!” Every wavelength of sound pleaded with the angel, wanting to feel him inside his body, sliding deep through his insides. Feeling the potency of Dean’s need for it alone left the angel awestruck and breathless in his arms, hardly able to keep air in his chest, and they hadn’t hardly begun to love each other yet! Dean let the guitar slide gently to the ground, getting his hand and arms under the blanket, one hand finding Cas’, the other taking hold of him by the throbbing swell of his penis and balls. With that hold he gently but firmly pulled the angel’s body hard against his, the misery of entrapment behind a wall of denim plain in his fading, moaning hum of the love song. Cas couldn’t twist ‘round to get Dean’s impassioned kisses on his lips but he tried insofar as he could. Before long Dean lips left his cheek, head falling back, his arms sliding and falling away, limp, writhing miseriously when Cas used a hold of around the back of his neck to grind his ass back against the horn-esque organ prodding him; taunting him on. Dean’s hands found his waist button and fly. In the blink of an eye there was nothing between Dean’s reaching, straining hand and the penis he wanted inside him so badly his own flesh ached in a way he hadn’t suffered for months. If he was true with himself, not for a moment in his whole lifetime through had he wanted it—along with the angel to whom it belonged—so badly. as’ hand on his moved them together on his cock, hard like he hadn’t felt it in hand before. It’s sleeve of skin stretched so taut it was hard, the firmness and burning heat of the head, straining out Continued... of his foreskin like a wild animal chained to stake in the ground mad with ravenous hunger for the blood laden, meaty temptation being dangled before it. He could hardly massage it; it barely moved. Cas penis wasn’t just slick with the seraph’s precum, it was weeping itself wet. If it weren’t for the beading sweat tickling his lower stomach and groin between their bodies, Dean would have known himself to be worse for wear than the angel in his loving arms. A hard grind of Cas’ body against his groin sparked a nerve and Dean’s whole body jumped, going fearfully still. Castiel’s deep, thundering question shook him to his core: “Give up, yet?” Dean inhaled a trembling breath. “Yeah. Give… I give.” Somehow, he could feel Castiel smile. The angel was out from under the covers and on his feet so fast it left Dean stunned and suddenly freezing cold, yet so turned on his body was on fire. Cas stood there, blanket in one hand, the other reaching for him to haul him onto his feet. Dean lay there, unable to look away from the angel’s cock standing straight and tall, buoyed between his gorgeously full gonads. Soon, two hands were reaching for him. He reached back. Castiel seized his wrists and had him on his feet with a pull that brought his body, stiffened by torturous pleasure, to standing with inhuman ease. “I want to surprise you.” Cas said it from inches away, having captured Dean in an inexorable embrace. Dean blinked, uncomprehending yet nodding, losing his breath to shock. “Okay,” he whispered, smiling, already delirious with desire. Castiel kissed him stupid, stepped around him, and collected his hat. Unconcerned with his cock and balls basking in their new-found freedom, undeterred by the chilly night air, he strode toward the tent, collected his saddle bag and dress boots and disappeared behind their towering black companion. Shaking himself out of it, Dean dumped the water bladder into the last of the flames and embers. Continued... Setting his hat back on his head reminded it floating away from him wouldn’t be so easy as it felt it might be. He shook the spare saddle blanket clean, folded it over his arm and marched up to the tent, his waddling gait bowlegged as it was in a fruitless effort to spare his aching dick and complaining balls. His guitar, boots, jacket, and blanket discarded to one side in the vestibule, he stepped barefoot into the tent, clicking on a flashlight. Flipping the switch on the bedside battery-powered lantern, he snuffed out the flashlight, tossing it aside to be found later. His gaze fell on the mesh pocket hanging above the head of the sleeping bags. Lube. Condoms—plenty of them. Rubbing the slime of Cas’ arousal kept moist by his sweating palms off on his jeans, uncertain of what else to do, he sat himself down on their plush sleeping bags square in front of the tent door hanging loose from the zipper track. It occurred to him in that instant Cas might get a laugh out of him laid out naked for him a la Jeff Goldblum when… A smooth, quiet ziiiiip! Tunk, tunk. Too late. He’s back… and he’s keepin’ his boots on. Jeans waist undone and fly down, on his knees with his plaid overshirt half off, Dean petrified at the sight of Castiel ducking into the tent, zipping the door closed behind him. The brim of his hat tipped mysteriously down, Castiel stood so tall as the curvature the tent wall allowed, booted feet set wide apart. Where there oughta have been pants under his chaps, there was dark, tanned skin instead. Where normally a pair of cottony white boxers preserved modesty, the shimmery dark navy-blue thong hanging from his forward thrust hips, swayed, obscenely gorgeous, filled to bursting with his handsomely erect penis and engorged sack, weighed full and low with his lover’s reward for sexing him well. A thicket of curling and twisting salt and pepper short hair refused to be restrained by the skimpy underwear, leaving Dean weak in the knees. Continued... Dean swallowed hard at the glint off the silver star clipped onto Castiel’s chaps’ yoke. A sheriff’s badge. Cas shucked off his suit jacket. Stomach and chest… bare. Cuffs, rope, and whip hung from stainless steel horns clipped over his chaps. A colt holstered at his hip. Sweet… Jiminy JESUS. Struck dumb by the sight of his Heaven-sent lover, Dean could do little more than look and see. Sheer disbelief knocked him off his knees, had him on his ass and crawling backward on stinging elbows. Cas’ fingers slipped through the dangling steel cuffs, holding them aloft. It was Cas’ lips moving, but it was Doc Holliday’s drawl issuing from his mouth, through and through. “Been the pursuit of my storied career, outlaw. We can do this the easy way…” Castiel tossed the cuffs into his lap, flicking up the brim of hat, eyes aglow. “Or we can do this the hard way; gentleman’s choice.” The angel’s hands went to the rope and sidearm. A smirk formed on his spit shined lips. Dean’s whole being was lit up like Christmas, not the least of which was the glowing, mischievous grin on his lips. “Yer gonna need ‘em both lawdog; I ain’t comin’ in easy.” The Sheriff’s cheshire grin kindled this incredible crackling static in every nerve in his groin. Cas winked. “Can’t ride with legs tied,” the angel warned. “’Sides, if I read you right, you ain’t the runnin’ kind.” Dean chuckled. Winking and grinning, his countenance turned dark and daring. “You gonna talk me to death, lawman, or’r you gonna skin that Big Iron an’ git to work?” * Art by Winchester-Reload Alone in the wilderness, far enough from civilization to see the sky as it should be, free of light pollution and full of stars, Dean, with one hand on Cas' neck the other coming up to caress his face, pulls the angel closer. Unashamed of his open lips, waiting for Dean's kiss, he's just an inch & some away from being granted his wish. https://winchester-reload.tumblr.com/post/655801566185603072/sleep-perchance-to-dream-my-love-if-you-do
October 16, 2025 at 12:22 AM
thebunker.bsky.social
#destiel #spnfanfic #spn #supernatural #suptober #suptober25
Hoof falls drawing closer brought Cas’ attention back to here and now. “Do away with all the bells and whistles, Cas. We’re done for the day. Get comfy,” Dean said, standing there with Zeus’ reins in hand, already changed into nothing but work boots and faded, ripped jeans. The stallion stood freed from carrying everything except his saddle blanket. “I gotta mess with rinsing the salt and sweat off of this one,” he said, giving the animal firm, loving pats on the side of the neck. Walking over to stand with Dean, Cas rested a hand on the bridge of the stallion’s nose as he spoke. “Thank you, Zeus. It’s been a wonderful ride,” Cas said, turning his gaze to Dean who stood placidly, watching the two of them interact. Cas took the time to say the same to the man he loved with a kiss and a hand around his naked lower back that brought him in close. When Cas finally pulled away, Dean gave his head a shake and, blinking, caught up on his breathing. There was a definite smirk on Cas’ lips. “You’re welcome.” Dean quipped, giving Cas a quick peck in return before sending him on his way to dress down with a solid, grabbing smack on one butt cheek. “The saddle bag beside the lantern’s yours.” Unfurling a sizeable water bladder, Dean set about rinsing down the hard-worked beast. Treating Zeus to a carrot every once in a while, he treated himself to a glance at Cas’ retreating then undressing arse whensoever he could. There was no denying the wooden swell he kept having to tuck back down underneath his jeans’ waist… • Dean was a tall, lean-legged, handsome silhouette against the brilliant orange and yellow light of the campfire’s dancing flames underneath a starry, late twilight sky. Bathed clean in the mountain river, stomach full on smoked beef, buttered cornbread and apples, Dean stood with one hand on his belly, tucked under his leather jacket. Newly oiled, it smelled of beeswax and honey. Continued... He heard Cas inhale the smell as a kiss landed just above his jacket collar on the back of his neck. The angel’s hands snuck into his jean’s pockets. Even with threadbare cloth between Cas’ hand and his penis, the touch was some potently sweet torment. Accepting Cas chin over his shoulder, he leaned his head out of the way, tipping his hat to one side. He laughed at the tickle as Cas’ seeking hand settled, going still. It was teasing, not torture. While Cas keeping his backside warm was a little slice of Heaven unto itself—the wooden heat firmly jutting up underneath his ass cheeks bein’ the cherry on top—he wanted the angel in his arms. Besides, didn’t know how much more of Cas’ fingers cupping the end of his cock he could take without tanking his staying power later. Wasn’t long until Dean glanced backward over his shoulder at the saddle blanket drying on the rock, his guitar sitting propped up against the side of it. There was music in his fingertips. The river had, over time, eroded away the riverside face of the rock, such that it now ironically resembled a beanbag chair. Stirring to life, inhaling an awakening breath, he sipped once more from their whiskey flask, naturally passing it to Castiel as he stepped out of his embrace. For hours, he’d been dying to know if the boulder was exactly as fit to recline and strum a tune in as it looked. He folded the saddle blanket in half, lowering himself into place and… hot damn; a near-perfect reclining bucket seat! A grin lit up his face as he reached for the guitar, figuring out how to git comfortable. Moving with gentle, confident grace, his fingers twanged the slow, haunting opening of Seminole Wind. Leaning heavy on one leg, hand in his jeans pocket, Mexican woven blanket draped around his shoulders, Cas took a sip of whiskey as he came closer. Seating himself on the grass and moss at Dean’s feet, he lovingly looked on as Dean played a much gentler, less rambunctious rendition of the song. Continued... The sound caressed his hearing as easily as it enchanted the heart and loved his soul. The lilting tune died out under a soft clap of Dean palm across the strings. There was something… burning in Dean’s eyes.“Git up here.” Dean spread his legs wide, the shape of his desire full and writhing to sneak free from the denim caging it on display—inviting him in. Cas’ eyes wandered up from his groin to meet his gaze. The angel was on his feet fast, hat off and tossed down onto the rock behind his head, on one knee between Dean’s legs, kissing him with a fervor that left Dean helpless and breathless. Dean had to turn his mouth away from it to get Castiel to simmer down. “Save that for later.” His tone and breathing may have been hard, but the look in his eyes asked his angel for mercy. A quick cheshire smile ended when Cas lay a last gentle, whiskey-flavoured peck on his lips. He watched Castiel shed the blanket, his ass coming down between his thighs, snug and heavy against his crotch. Dean’s breath quietly hitched, painfully. Cas froze. Dean’s free arm snapped around his body like a striking snake, hauling the angel flush against him from shoulders to ass, his hips rolling a few quick thrusts into Castiel’s loins and lower back—welcoming him home. Cas went pliant in his arms. Dean took a shuddering breath beside his ear, relieved. “I’m okay. Pinched for a second.” Castiel brought the hand on his solar plexus to his lips. Going about spreading the blanket over them, Cas watched, mystified as Dean brought the guitar to rest into front of them, one elbow propped up on an igneous arm rest, his fingers finding their place laid out over the instrument’s strings. Dean perfected how snugly close together they lay. Going quiet and still, he leaned the side of his face into Cas' neck and head. The humming began. Cas felt his eyes begin to water. He didn’t recognize the music, but… it was a love song. The first high, light, and joyful notes of the song filled the angel’s senses… “You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in spring time—like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses; come fill me again…” Dean hopped the music back to the beginning of the lyrics. Had to. Otherwise, he’d have had to sing through snickering mischievously into the seraph’s neck. Cas’ heart swelled in his chest. In that moment, he understood what Dean wanted from him tonight. Getting himself together, Dean played with the notes for a few seconds, segueing beautifully into, “…Come let me love you. Let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter; let me die…” Dean faltered, the note of his voice, suddenly as low and heavy and the tone and emotion in it. “in your arms. Let me lay down beside you. Let me always… be with you.” Dean crooned the words straight into the angel’s ear, punctuating the whole-hearted request with a brief kiss and nuzzle. “Come let me love youuu… come love me again…!” Cas was suddenly leaning his head back against Dean’s just as hard; both hands had a firm grip of his thighs, holding them tight around his body. The best hug he could managed being the one in front. The slow, sweet, lilting song trickled off the strings like the purest snowmelt in a babbling mountain stream. Dean hummed to the music, the rich sound, thick with affection, wrapping itself around his heart and mind like a heavy warm blanket, yet light as a cloud. His lover swayed and rocked their bodies together—living metronomes obeying the music, rather than setting its time. Dean’s rutting cock and balls against his back began asking the question before the first word of it slipped through his lips. “Let me give my love to you… come let me love youuu… come love me again…!” Dean’s voice was all the way down in his chest, lust-riddled; a wordless testament to need beyond thought and reason. Continued...
October 16, 2025 at 12:22 AM
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#Suptober25 Day Six • Campfire

A honeymoon preview of Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck

“Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you.”

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Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Day 6 • Campfire “Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you. Come let me love you. Come love me again.” Art by Winchester-Reload. ALT Text for her work is on the final panel of the post. Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck A Night in a Forest “Wow… would you look at that,” Dean said softly, gently taking the reins back and bringing Zeus to a gradual stop on the trail. Cas opened his eyes, jolting slightly, having almost unconsciously closed them when he’d lay his cheek to rest on Dean’s shoulder, letting his hat fall back to hang by the cinch string around his neck. The moment Cas had opened his eyes, tears of joy his eyelids were holding in immediately fell down both his cheeks. He looked to their sides, seeing nothing unusual. Looking ahead, Castiel blinked the water clouding his vision out of his eyes. The symmetry of it was perfect. The emerald pines lining either side of the path converged in perspective in a way that exactly mirrored the majestic mountain peak jutting up into the sky in the Continued… distance. There wasn’t a single wisp of cloud in the clear blue sky. A sight so strikingly picturesque in its simplistic perfection Castiel would never forget it. In a moment that near-stole his breath completely away, he understood why. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, exactly when I’m supposed to be there, Cas marveled. Pure blue skies; clear and bright blue eyes. Vibrant blue skies buoyed by seas of Earth-bound emerald pines, framing the perfect rhombus of the mountain: their copula and safe haven. Any doubts about what he was doing with his existence and why he was doing it that had managed to survive thus far, died in the instant he recognized the signpost for what it was. Cas brought his free hand away from Dean’s leg, wiping away tears on his cheeks with his palm. He cast his gaze skyward, seeking the serenity to regain control of himself. Here he was, an angel, a being who’d seen things—wonders—no human being would ever dream of, moved to tears over the beauty of the love in his hands and heart, the words of a song and a perfect visual moment in time. Dean felt Cas draw back, felt the breathing spasms in his chest and turned to look back over his left shoulder, giving Cas’ thigh a gentle rub. “All right back there?” There was no criticism or judgement to it, only affectionate concern. For his part, he was just too damned happy right now to shed a tear, but he had no doubt his time would come around soon enough. Laughing contentedly and shaking his head, Cas answered, “No. I’m exactly as I should be.” The tingling heat in his groin, hell, everywhere he was in contact with Dean, was enough to drive a man to madness. Add that sign to all this… Cas began laughing again. His response to all this was to shimmy himself just a little closer to Dean everywhere he could and hold him tighter. If Dean didn’t wind up bent forward over a fallen log and their spare saddle blanket before nightfall, no one on Earth or in Heaven would be more surprised than he. Cont'd… “We’re stopping for rest and water soon. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one losing your damned mind,” Dean said with confident reassurance. “Mmm. Give up yet?” Cas quipped, knowing full well what the gist of the answer would be. Dean’s devious chuckles answered the question before he ever opened his mouth. “Not by a long shot.” • Their campsite for the night lay a handful of miles beyond the midway point of their journey to the secret lakeside plateau. Dean had been here before and constructed a makeshift hitching post. A small shelter stood nearby that was open, but housed a rack designed to hold and dry their tack, offering their beast of burden respite from his cargo for the night. A hitching post and a spot to hang feed for the animal were there as well. Perhaps the most important part of his preparation: a squat but raised and flat wooden plank dais for the tent. Dean nudged Cas’ chin, hooked over his shoulder, where the angel had spent the last mile obediently blindfolded by eyelids alone. Any other sense he might’ve used to see? Well, Dean would just have to trust he’d closed those “eyes” as well. “Open your eyes.” He felt the moment it happened. Cas’ arms, clasped around his midsection, tightened, bringing their bodies even closer together. “You built this?” Cas asked, astonished. Nodding, Dean replied, “Sure did.” Letting his hand fall to hold Cas’ thigh close, Dean directed their travelling companion to the water’s edge. Castiel took in the lay of the land, amazed. The campsite was fifty yards back, above all but the highest of the flood lines marked into the earth on the banks of the creek. Perhaps three old growth pine trees had been felled to open up an alcove for the tent. Dean had built it all with wood from those giants. He’d cemented together a stone pit with a short wood bench on either side. Continued... Castiel’s gaze fell on patch of moss and grass that thinned out into pebbled dirt in the lee of a glacial boulder, ‘bout seven feet back from the pit, deposited there millennia ago, and worn into a kind of bowl shape. The far side of it sat much higher than the other. Zeus stood comfortably, dipping his nose into the water and taking a long, leisurely drink. Dean took his feet out of the stirrups and encouraged Cas do the same with a gentle nudge of the hand. The two let their legs hang loose off the horse’s sides, flexing their feet in preparation to stand on solid ground again. They stayed mounted until Zeus no longer seemed interested in having his nose in the water. Dean walked them back around toward the campsite, to ground even enough for a dismount. “After you.” Dean hooked up the assist strap and offered Cas his forearm as support while he climbed down. Keeping an eye on how well Cas found his feet, Dean smiled when he seemed to be faring well enough. “Feeling steady?” Cas nodded in response. He backed away, a little uneasy on his feet, but standing and moving well enough for a first-time rider. Dean let himself down with ease. Having long ago shed his jacket, Cas wandered back toward the creek bank, rolling up the sleeves of shirt, unbuttoning his waistcoat, loosening his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt. Kneeling on a dry, flat, wide stone in the shallows he brought a handful of clear, fresh water up to his face, rubbing the residual cool moisture in hand on the back of his neck. It felt good in the wake of the heat of the day and unending physical proximity. Two hands went into the water this time and pulled a splash of water up to his face and neck. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His elbows rested on his knees, hands dangling. Enjoying and soaking in the light and warmth of the waning sun for no reason more complicated than sheer joy tickling his heart, he let out a subdued bout of relieved laughter. Continued…
October 16, 2025 at 12:22 AM
quickreaver.bsky.social
Many moons ago, I did an SPN/Bladerunner mash-up as an homage to the amazing movie posters of Drew Struzan. The only thing I have remaining is this small image. Struzan was such an influence on me growing up. He brought the movies to life. You will be missed, sir.

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SPN/Bladerunner mash-up movie poster, featuring Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester and Castiel, in the style of Drew Struzan.
October 14, 2025 at 5:31 PM