CheerfulRipley's Den of Iniquity

It goes on until they see a new family for the first time out in town. Two men and a five year old boy. It goes around and the town calms down, because it wasn’t a monster family, just a regular one. Then more people start to meet them. The taller one with green eyes is normal. Very polite and friendly actually. The kinda guy to pay for the family infont if his groceries. His child is strange but younge enough that anything he can do can be brushed off with ‘oh he’s a kid’. It’s his spouse that is the freaky one.

He acts like it’s his first time on earth. Looks like it too. His head is on a constante swivel, and his face is blank most if not all the time he’s not completely engrossed in his family. His voice is deep and monotone with no intonations and tone shift. He rarely if ever blinks and hold his eye contact way to long. Wears thick layers under a stretch coat (does he even have an office job? Why is he always in a suit nomatter time of day?) in the blazing heat and never sweats. He’s polite, but everything he does puts people off kilter. A strange family.

Their kid eats sand under the watchful eye off the one trench coat, and it takes the normal one coming out and scolding them to stop. They come down at strange times of day and but strange things like pounds and pound of salt, candles and matches.

Cas finds a guilty, giddy joy in being around another winged being. He tells Dean he must clean and preen them, and so on and so on, spouting off about wing care.

Dean, of course, doesn't listen. He's too busy moping and bitching about them to care for them.

After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.

“I like your shoelaces.”

Oh. Oh no.

I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”

The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”

Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.

I hope you like this slightly whimsical, slightly creepy Cryptid!Castiel piece!

In my head, Castiel is kind of like the patron saint of hunters in this AU. Dean regularly comes to visit him, leaving little offerings, lighting candles, and praying for protection before heading back out into the world. I don't know... I just love the idea of their relationship having this almost mythical, reverent quality to it. 💙

if your without and you put nuts on it I don't make the rules snowflake

TRUCK

A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)

Castiel's eye from Supernatural.

Глаз Кастиэля из Сверхъестественного.

Reference

I already posted a similar drawing of Dean. I don't know if I'll draw Sam, but what color are his eyes? They're different in every photo.

Supernatural/Backrooms crossover I'm OBSESSED with the backrooms movie!