15x18 // cas confessing to dean about his empty deal
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15x18 // cas confessing to dean about his empty deal

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Title: A Performance Guide to Search and Rescue
Author: @Destihecker
Artist: @Diminuel
Challenge: Bottom Cas Big Bang
Side pairings (if applicable): Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy
Rating: Mature
Tags/Warnings: Fantasy AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Human Castiel, Prince Castiel, Demon Dean, King Dean, Mentions of the MoC, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Castiel Whump, Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean, Strangers to Lovers, Mating of Convenience, Alpha Claire/Omega Kaia, Big Brother Gabriel
Summary: And in one fell swoop, Prince Castiel has become the unwilling pawn in his father's scavenger hunt.
Potion-ed out of his mind, he's dumped in an Infernal forestâ the doorstep of Dean Winchester, demonic king. As Dean's "hostage," potential alpha suitors are tasked with the "rescue," in order to prove their worth and earn Castiel as their omega mate.
What King Chuck sure as hell didn't account for? Castiel and Dean teaming up and mating, in a desperate scheme to discourage so-called rescuers. Dean would rather not help traffic a human being, and Castiel? He wants freedom.
Word Count: 19,826
Written/Created for @bottomcasbigbang
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So uhhh, I havenât been at all active on here lately, and I also havenât posted selfies in like half a year, so :â3
Last drawing!!!!!! :'D Self portrait, with and without omega necklace lol
Doodle of some OCs,,

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Chibi cottagecore Cas!!!!!!! hell yeah
I drew a pink cowboy hat on my cat....... does,, does this count as art
AH WELL it's goin in the tag
One last revision! Only this one is a more significant change, and I'm actually very happy that I managed to salvage this drawing ^_^;;
Froggy :'O
Lil Cas doodle ;u;

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...and, another revision!! ;w;
A kinda half-assed revision of an older drawing :'D
Chutes and Creatures: A Four-Story Story
Oh no, it seems that a notorious fugitive is trespassing within Bnanom Brictom Community Center! And during a family-friendly Halloween event, no less. Shameful.
It's Lovell's first day as a center volunteer, but damn it, he's more than prepared to handle this.
(Featuring... loose and very homebrew-y DnD inspiration!)
To: Staff @ Bnanom Brictom Community Center
From: Bnanom Brictom Security and Office of Inner-Community Relations ([email protected])
Good evening, everyone. I sincerely hope this message reaches you all well, conditions considered. An update: The building-wide lockdown is now in place. Right now, we can use all the help we can get. Feel free to continue mingling with party guests, both to keep up morale (your own and the guestsâ) and to gather potential scraps of intel or information, if you happen to stumble across it. Now, weâre not necessarily suggesting you all take on the role of amateur vigilante sleuths, but make of this message what you will. ;-)
Feel free to travel between floors as necessaryâ nonetheless, if youâre able, we suggest limiting or preventing floor-to-floor movement by party guests, whenever possible. In the meantime, we will continue our personal investigation and monitoring of the situation. Thank you again for your continued cooperation.
Expect a staff-exclusive raffle to be arranged, at the Centerâs earliest possible convenience.
Happy Halloween,
Bnanom Brictom Security and Office of Inner-Community Relations
I. Rooftop
No doubt, this wasnât how Lovell had expected his second day of community volunteer work to wrap up. Sure, to be fair, heâd never exactly been on the best of terms with luckâ whether that luck belonged to himself, or to the victims of whatever collateral immolation heâd managed to create, that time around. In a way, Lovell supposed his mere presence was a bit of a time-release, possibly airborne poison. What right did he have to act shocked?
None. Absolutely none.
Sliding a finger across the chilled surface of his phone screen, Lovell watched the sky turn red and pulpy, before oozing down into the horizon. And since news had traveled fast among the face- and body-painted attendees, chatter had already grown frenzied, spiking in pitch and fervor. Straight-faced children clung to their parentsâ arms. Several guests had since tugged off their wigs and other extraneous bits of costumery, signaling the spiritual end to their booze-free festivities. Lovell tugged at his cape on reflex, but kept it fastened around his neck. The fabric felt thinner than ever, tickling at his calves, before being swept back into the breeze.
Entry Level Angel | Ch 3
On AO3
Saturday, October 10th:
Charlie tapped Cas's shoulder, urging him forward as another breeze stroked past his skinâ his still very desensitized skin. He swallowed, unmoving, eyes drilling into the scene ahead. After waiting another moment, Charlie flicked Cas in the bicep. He flinched out of sheer habit.
âYâknow, this is super important,â Charlie reminded him, using her fingertips to soothe the site of assault. âLike, for your own well-being. Hell, for your life, even. Not to be melodramatic or anything, but itâs not like we have any clue of the severity weâre facing, here.â
She was right, of courseâ Cas needed help, and he needed it more and more desperately, each passing day. He had almost certainly been cursed. Although, that was right about where the reasonable conclusions slipped off into the abyss, never to be heard from again.
However, if Charlieâs plan was to succeed, Cas was going to have to take some initiative, first. There was nothing productive about standing in place, waiting for the asphalt to swallow both his body and his oh-so stubborn will to live.
Christ, how did Charlie convince herself that she was the âmelodramaticâ one?
The brick wall ahead was tinged by an earthy green plaster, offsetting the tubular neon lights spelling out âMagical Books ânâ Goodsâ across an otherwise cramped windowpane. Damp autumn leaves clung to the chipping windowsill and the base of an oval-capped doorway. Cas could hardly see inside the low-lit shop, aside from the unassuming profile of a retail bookshelf.
Sure, it wasnât an especially threatening setup, but he wasnât exactly coming at the situation from the calmest headspace. Thus, there was an almost menacing ambiance filtering through the shopâs walls, clamoring in Casâs direction. It wasnât his fault that heâd been rendered motionless by fear, much like a toddler off to their first day of preschool. Nope, no need for personal responsibility or self-initiative, here. Not today.
Again, Charlie nudged him, although with more pressure than earlier. âDude, Iâm serious. I just know that if anyoneâs gonna be able to give us a clue, here, itâs gonna be her. Listen; I get the nerves, okay? And, like, I donât even expect them to go away when you guys meet. Sheâs great, but sheâs still an acquired taste⌠if itâs not totally insensitive to say that about another person. But this is important, Cas. I care about you too much to be lax, right now. Got it?â
Cas huffed, blinking slowly. Processing. âWhat a beautiful speech,â he quipped, continuing to gather his thoughts. Charlie flicked him again, this time on his shoulder. âFine, okay, I understand. I do. Iâm going in.â
Eyes lighting up against the muted autumn backdrop, Charlie thrust a celebratory fist into the air. âGreat! Letâs get going, then.â
Entry Level Angel | Ch 2
On AO3
No doubt, Cas had infiltrated a business casual wonderland.
The pearly, spit-shined walls were bearing down on him, their surface nearly as glossy as the lapel pin of the nearest corporate crony. Only a handful of attendees seemed to have spotted Cas; admittedly, it was hard to tell just how many that was, given the vacant overtone of their glares. Theyâd initially sneered down at him, but soon fell into muted giggle fits, erupting one-by-one.
Clearly, there were some conflicted-as-hell emotions at playâ and Cas's arrival was the catalyst, it seemed.
One woman abruptly quieted, ran her palms down a perfectly pressed blouse, all before melding back into the swarm. Then, a separate, male flockmate tried his hand at the same move. Although, his joints were tragically under-oiled, missing the easy elegance of the gesture. In any case, they all lost interest pretty damn quickly. Then, they were off, sucked back into the many-suited mass.
Cas stayed oh-so still. Kept silent. He blinked slowly, hoping to cast the fog from his mind. He would certainly benefit from some old-fashioned deduction, right now.
So, where the hell was he?
Alright, two working theories: Either he was nabbed by a fundamentalist cult, or heâd been forcibly inducted into a secret society of smarmy, wannabee lawyers. Not that Cas would have been of much use to them, given his lone degree in middle grade education, plus his utter inability to feign indifference during an argument. Maybe thereâd been a mix-up on the roster?
Anyhow, Cas could hardly feel his feet. He was actually pretty numb below the waist, altogether. Was he even wearing shoes?
Yetâ as Cas tried, finally, to step forward, the scene was swallowed by a sharp blue light.
From white,
to blue,
to black. And, he was consumed.

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Entry Level Angel | Ch 1
On AO3
Saturday, October 3rd:
âAh, waitâ shit!â
Splosh.
Cas's muscles stiffened on reflex, gaze sinking into his outstretched forearm. OhâŚ
âŚinteresting?
Freshly towel-dried skin was now slick with the sheen of froth and espresso. Cradled loosely in his opposite hand was a half-empty mug, Han Solo decal fixing him with a lopsided smirk. Heh, fitting.
Hot coffee. Heâd just doused his bare arm in hot coffee.
(Spine-chillingly pricey, imported coffee, at thatâ lord, what a waste.)
And, seemingly by the grace of his mid-century modern kitchen, he wasnât burnt. The heat was certainly there, sliding and prickling against the surface of his skin, like some kind of extra-strength Pop Rocksâ but there was no pain. There was no reddening of his flesh, his arm still tinged golden by the dusty mid-morning sunlight.
Well, thatâs certainly⌠new.
By all existing reason, Cas knew that he shouldâve promptly begun flipping his shit. This had to be an indicator of some kind of bio-engineered, flesh-hacking disease, right? That, or one of the few witches he knew had decided to not-so-discreetly take him on as a spell-casting dummy.
Or a curse, even? Although, it would have been hilariously counter-productive for an act of vengeance to protect him from injury. Hell, even then, Cas didnât exactly have a reputation of pissing people offâ at least, past his occasional gaudy fashion choices. Those could be distracting and potentially upsetting, depending on the refinement of oneâs taste.
Now, that would just have been a petty curse, but Cas would have understood. Some people simply found deeper value in upholding their preferred aesthetics.
Plick.
Cas continued to rattle his mind, all the while watching individual drops of coffee slither and drip from his arm. They puddled onto the linoleum floor, alongside the steadily materializing globs of his thought process, as it continued to slobber out of his skull. Should he do something? Should he at least tell someone? Was it serious, or simply a one-time miracle on an otherwise forgettable morning? There was certainly a chance that he had just been saved a visit to Urgent Care.
Should he even risk alerting Dean, his famously magic-phobic best friend and roommate?
Plick.
Plickâ
After some frenzied consideration, Cas jolted back to life and moved to clean up the spill.
December 13: Dean and Castiel
Pagan Gods Verse ⼠Dean might be a pagan god but heâs interested in any Christian traditions that involve food.