It’s International Tiger Day and the Sketch Dailies prompt on Twitter was Tigger! Couldn’t resist.
Misha Lands in Vancouver on July 28 (x)
Misha Collins, ladies and gentlemen.
Anonymous asked: Hey, can you write something with Dean seeing Castiel’s wings for the first time? Maybe some wing touching too? *_* Thank you!
“Are you ready, Dean?” Castiel questioned, sounding perfectly calm. “I need you to close your eyes for a moment, I don’t want to risk blinding you.”
Dean didn’t trust his voice enough to give his friend a verbal reply, so instead he gave a pathetic nod.
In Dean’s defense; it wasn’t every day that you found yourself staring down at a shirtless angel who was casually sitting on the edge of your memory foam mattress. Then again, this was the life of Dean Winchester, and at this point he was hardly ever surprised at anything.
It had all started out innocently enough, when Dean, Sam and Cas had taken a few glasses of whiskey while catching up. The angel popped up at the bunker frequently to check on the brothers, and tonight there hadn’t been any pressing end-of-the-world matters, so the three of them had decided that it wasn’t a crime to enjoy themselves for once. Nothing alarming so far.
That was until Sam had left for bed. The atmosphere had suddenly shifted, and the conversation between Dean and the angel had become a bit more intimate. Dean still didn’t know how exactly they had landed on the topic of Castiel’s wings, but he liked to blame the alcohol. What was an even bigger mystery to Dean, was how he’d ever gathered the courage to ask Castiel if it was possible for a human to see them. When Cas had told him that it was indeed possible if Castiel allowed it, Dean and his big mouth had blurted out the fatal words ‘will you let me see them?’
And Castiel had told Dean ‘yes’, no hesitation. Which was yet another reminder of how much the angel trusted Dean.
Needless to say, Dean had felt honored, but when Castiel was about to take off his coat, Dean had abruptly stopped him. Dean’s brain had been foggy thanks to a drink too many, and it hadn’t occurred to him that of course the angel wouldn’t be able to manifest the wings unless he got rid of a few layers of clothing first.
For reasons that Dean didn’t care to specify, even to himself, he preferred this happening in a place where Sam couldn’t accidentally walk in on them. Which is why they were currently in Dean’s room, and Dean was not freaking out about any of this, thank you very much.
“Dean? You still need to close your eyes.” There was humor in Cas’ tone as he glanced up at Dean with his big blue eyes.
“Right… I’m sorry.” Dean apologized hastily, holding up his hands. “Closing them now, Cas.”
Dean quickly did as promised, firmly closing his eyes. There was a moment of deathly silence, but soon enough there was the soft rustling of feathers, and the faintest brush of air against Dean’s skin. Dean registered a flash of bright blue light, even through his closed eyelids, but it only lasted a second.
“You can look now, Dean.” Cas said quietly.
When Dean did as told, he could literally feel his jaw drop, but he was too stunned to care. Castiel was looking up at him almost shyly as he watched Dean’s reaction. Castiel’s wings were glorious, magnificent. There were no other words that Dean deemed worthy enough to describe them. Dean had imagined them plenty of times, but he could see now that none of his fantasies had done them justice.
“Cas… Wow.” Dean murmured in awe, his eyes taking in the many inches of beautiful dark feathers.
Anonymous asked: please something really fluffy, like a bunker fic with a kitten or something? :)
“No! Absolutely not! No way, Cas. We’re not keeping that… thing!” Dean pointedly glared at the tiny black kitten that Castiel was holding up right in front of Dean’s face.
“But Dean… She will freeze to death if we don’t take her in.” Castiel pleaded, purposely using the power of his ridiculous blue eyes on Dean.
Dean wasn’t sure who looked more sad; Cas, or the kitten. He knew exactly what kind of game his boyfriend was playing, but he was determined to not give in this time, and he firmly shook his head. “There are probably a million other cats out there, and this one’s no exception. The bunker is not some freaking petting zoo, okay?”
Cas turned his charm up another notch, throwing in a pout as he cradled the kitten close to his chest. “But she’s all alone, and hungry, Dean. What kind of people would we be if we left her out there to die?”
Dean sighed, his resolve already starting to crumble. Castiel could be so unfair at times, and Dean knew that the sneaky bastard was well aware that he could make Dean feel guilty with just one innocent, mournful look.
“Look, Cas… Now it’s this cat, but what if another cat shows up next week, huh? Or a dog? Or whatever other poor animal that happens to stumble upon our hideout! Do you expect me to turn this place into an animal shelter?” Dean ranted, trying to avoid looking at the kitten that was now slightly trembling in Castiel’s embrace.
“That’s nonsense, and you know it, Dean.” Castiel huffed, his lips turning from a pout into an angry thin line. “I will take care of her myself, I promise she won’t get in your way.” He added after a short silence.
“Cas, I really think…”
Before Dean could finish that thought, they were interrupted by Sam who wandered into the bunker’s main room.
“Hey guys, what’s going on here?” He asked, frowning at the two of them.
Dean said nothing but cocked his head in Castiel’s direction. Cas was standing there forlornly, tightly holding on to the small ball of fur in his arms. Dean had half counted on Sam to back him up on this, but apparently he had miscalculated here, because his younger brother grinned widely at Castiel.
“Did you make a friend, Cas?”
But wait, there’s another:
So, this was supposed to be for a five minute fic challenge (wherein I tag my favourite authors), but, like everything else I write, it got out of control. I might try again. Oh, and the picture does not belong to me!
The world will hopefully never know, but Dean Winchester is a giant sap. It’s something he could easily hide before; before Cas and dating and breakfast in bed, but as the golden winter sun peaks up from behind the Earth, bathing the world in golden, purple-pink light, Dean knows it’ll be harder to hide.
He just can’t help it.
(prompt: DeanCas reuniting (fallen angels AU))
"Cas!" Dean cried as his own wings shriveled and burned. He was falling. All angels were falling.
But where was Castiel?
Dean couldn’t maneuver like this. He was falling too fast. Around him, he could see the other falling angels, vessels burning like comets, but he had no way of knowing which one was Cas.
"Castiel!" he screamed, stretching out what was left of his grace, reaching out for his angel mate. It completely depleted before he could find him.
Then Dean hit the earth.