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Freed from a ruttery, Castiel longs for his former life. Unable to care for himself and deemed feral, Castiel is appointed a state-guardian... Sam Winchester.

 art and story post for  SPNMBB  2021 

   Hello’ everyone! written by : ioascc

story Hello’ Everyone!

author ioascc 

artist  sissyray84

hello’ everyone! lol 😂  so this year i got this wonderful story about 

what its like for the life of a star of a children's tv show ...yes you red that right!

even Barny has a life outside of his magical playground  at the end of the day his or her suit comes off  and i think we as a society forget what's under a dancing singing children's tv host  is  human just like us.

this story shows you that side so perfectly  that once you step into the beautiful world that ioaccs has created you will find yourself not wanting to leave it 

this story blow me away its so pretty sexy and cute and comes with a bonus! side  of BDSM... wait what!?

 how does that work in a story like this you ask.

well simple.. read it  to find out trust me you wont be disappointed   

 so click the link to show her some love and to see the rest of the art  embedded  throughout the chapters 

My submission for the @spnreverse-promptchallenge! Based on @saminzat‘s Summer Sweetness. 

Read it here! 

They’ve got a case. In the sleepy town of Edenton, North Carolina, John and Dean Winchester find themselves investigating a faith healer who is selling his magical honey. Rumor is that it is said to cure all ills; arthritis, kidney stones, psoriasis, and even cancer. John is set on eliminating the monster that is peddlin’ his wares at the local Farmer’s Market. But Dean, Dean isn’t so sure. He’s drawn to the healer, soft-hearted and almost angelic Castiel just wants to help others. Dean didn’t expect the power and steel hidden behind the facade of the docile beekeeper.

Coming May 1st! Part of the @destiel-buzzy-bee-bang!

excerpt

The days are long; rehearsals, sound checks, concerts, back on the bus to a new city to start all over again. Dean’s tired. He sleeps whenever he can, curled up under a few blankets flat on his stomach trying to keep his left leg from dangling out of the bunk. 

And like Dean, Castiel also sleeps whenever he can, that’s when he’s not making sure Dean’s eating. He sleeps during the movies they watch as a team in the front of the bus, he sleeps in the lounge curled around a book, and he sleeps splayed out in his bunk. Shirt always rucked up, unknowingly showing Dean the smooth dip of his lower back and the crest of his butt. The watercolor wings fluttering below his t-shirt, calling out to Dean like a siren song, their beauty tempts Dean’s fingers. 

 So, upon receiving a polite fake-knock on his curtain, Dean really doesn’t expect the goof that is whispering “Knock, knock, knock” to be Castiel standing there. He’s barely seen the guy awake outside of work or mealtimes. 

 “Hey man,” Dean’s voice hushed, to not disturb the others sleeping in the front of the bus. 

 “Hey, I saw the light, what are you watching?” 

 “The Untouchables,” Dean replies, pulling one of his earbuds out of his ear. The long cord is plugged into the DVD player in the ceiling of his bunk. 

 “May I join you?” 

 “Of course, buddy,” Dean smiles nervously and scoots over, “We haven’t gotten to hang out much lately. I’ve missed you.” 

 “Touring is more exhausting than I remember,” Castiel whispers and scoots into Dean’s bunk, a blush tinging the tips of his ears. 

 The bunks are big enough for two people, tightly pressed up against each other. Hesitantly, and awkwardly, Dean wraps his arm around Castiel’s shoulders and they share the space. Handing over one of the earbuds, he resumes the movie. Faces close together, sharing the space. Dean can smell the shampoo Castiel uses, it's a minty fresh fragrance that tickles Dean’s nose along with his earthy sandalwood soap that is so soothing. Castiel fills Dean’s senses and he’s quickly becoming addicted. 

 Dean hands over an earbud and starts the movie up again from the beginning. Dean commits himself to immersion in the story, getting caught up in repeating his favorite lines and even noticing something that he didn’t catch the last time he watched the movie. But his traitorous brain registers that Castiel watches Dean’s profile as much as he watches the movie, his gaze soft. 

 When the movie is over, Castiel bids Dean a quiet goodnight and rolls out of his bunk. Dean can only nod goodnight, feeling that a highly intimate moment had passed between them and he was left hanging, wanting more.

It was a show down, between man and toddler. A battle of wills over bath time. The toddler, one Jack Kline, was protesting the end of his day. The two year old knew, through the ritualistic schedule that his father had established his entire existence, that bath time meant eventual bed time and he did not want to go. 

“I think Jack has a competitor on the swings,” Cas whispers into Dean’s ear, smelling like coffee they’ve both been sipping while sitting at that local park. They had promised Jack a day at the park, even though the sun is shining, it is beyond frigid.