Art, Writing, and Destiel

written for @winchester-reload and SPNSummer prompt ‘prism time’ rated g | 100 words | no cw | relationships: sam/eileen | tags: fluff, POV Sam Winchester, ASL,

She’s magical. He’s met actual magic users, witches and demons and angels but none of them compare to the magic of her smile. It makes him want to do anything to keep it there and this feels like a relatively small price to pay. 

He learns by himself, finding classes online when she’s off doing other things so he can converse with her more every time she comes home. 

Better late than never, am I right?

written for @winchester-reload and SPNSummer prompt ‘ride’ rated e | 1164 words | no cw | relationships: dean/cas | tags: established relationship, POV Dean Winchester, riding, car sex, bottom Cas/ top Dean, what else was I meant to do with the prompt but ride in a ride

(Title from The Ride by Rafał Brzozowski for bonus points)

When he said he was going to take Cas for a ride he genuinely meant in the car, clothes on, just get out of the bunker for a bit. Drive around date night kind of vibes. 

It did start that way in all fairness, just them and the night air, not needing to say much to enjoy each other’s company. It’s like so many drives they used to have only laden with more now. Maybe it’s that more that makes him reach out. 

He’s got one hand on the wheel, the other alternating between the gear stick and Cas’s hand, absently playing with his fingers until he has to let go to change gears or a corner before immediately latching on again. The first time, Cas just leaves his hand, waiting like he knows Dean will be back as soon as he can. After that it becomes routine. 

He’s not sure where they’re driving or for how long. It’s just nice to be doing something known and simple and quiet. Having space to just breathe, just be. It’s not that it’s rare that they get time together. They’ve gone on hunts just the two of them and are basically inseparable if they’re home at the same time but this feels more deliberate. Outside of work or the Bunker walls. Deliberation in picking each other, in doing something together, even when it’s simple. But driving for hunts doesn’t feel like this: laden with an energy both thick and wonderful at the same time. He kind of wants to drown in it.

At some point, he drives down a dirt road surrounded by a thick thatch of trees, only moonlight and instinct guiding their way. He’s not sure why he drives down this way or why he stops except for a feeling that’s building between them. He’s been leisurely letting it build between them since they first hit the road and now he just puts the car in park, kills the engine and plays with Cas’ hand in the silence. 

Cas just turns to him, contemplating or counting his freckles or something. He’s been known to do both and Dean’s getting used to it happening with more deliberation nowadays. Not holding back from looking or touching. It’s not foreign, they’ve both been doing it for as long as they’ve known each other, but it feels different now. They’re not covering it with jokes or looking away before they get caught. Now Cas can just look and Dean will let him, happy to be the centre of Cas’s world and let the peace that brings him settle into the very marrow of his bones. 

Dean reaches out with his other hand, gently cups Cas’s face and draws him for a kiss. It’s like a buzzing in his veins that only settles after that, indulging in slow, lazy kisses. 

Maybe some other day they’d have left it at that, with the best of intentions and a quiet, late night drive. But maybe it’s the buzzing in his ears or the cicadas buzzing outside, the trees blocking out the rest of the world making it feel like they’ve driven somewhere no one else has ever been. His hand clutches tighter around Cas’ jacket and that’s it, some kind of turning point or invitation. 

Next thing he knows, Cas has climbed over the console and into his lap and there’s no space for them like this, but he doesn’t care. He’s in his favourite place on Earth with his favourite person and nothing else matters. 

Cas presses closer, grinding down and he moans at the friction. He could be content to just lazily make out but there’s too much heat now, and all of a sudden it’s not enough. 

He’s about to ask but Cas beats him to it, vanishing their clothes in an instant. The sudden leather on his skin is cool but Cas is hot pressed against him and that’s all that matters. Cas produces lube from somewhere and honestly Dean’s not sure if it’s conjured from thin air or sneakily planted already but either option is as hot as the other. 

Cas is as impatient as he feels, slicking up his own hand and reaching back and there’s nothing Dean can do but watch and marvel and suck a bruise over Cas’ collar bone. There’s no words needed, just the urge to get his mouth wherever he can reach, biting and sucking until Cas either gets impatient or decides he’s ready enough. There’s a bit of shuffling, and cradling Cas’ head so he doesn’t bash it against the roof of the car and then he’s sinking down, groaning when he’s fully sat on Dean’s dick. 

There’s barely any room to move but it doesn’t matter. It’s hot and sweaty in the tiny space between them, body heat steaming up the windows until the outside world fades away even more until everything just comes down to Cas grinding down on him, tight heat and broken gasps. Dean’s just along for the ride and he doesn’t care, just basks in the sight of his boyfriend just chasing his own pleasure like this. He holds Cas tighter, one hand in his hair and the other on the small of his back, kisses breaking apart to moans. 

There’s nothing but the sound of skin and moans until Cas is gasping out his name, a one word plea for more. He gets his hand from Cas’ back, snakes it between where their bodies are pressed together and gets a hold of his boyfriend’s cock, thumb gathering precome and using it to ease the slide as he jerks him off. Somewhere in the groans there’s each other’s names falling like prayers. 

Really, there’s no room for them to do this but they’re making it work, short choppy movements and making up for it with deep kisses, clinging to each other until they’re almost one person. He can feel his orgasm building and leans in to bite over the deep mark he’s left on Cas earlier, burying his scream into his collarbone. Above him, Cas groans, deep and inhuman and spills between them. 

In a moment it’ll get uncomfortable, the rapidly cooling sweat and spunk sticking to them and his legs will protest in the space, but it’s okay. He knows in the moment after that that Cas will clean them up, get their clothes back from where he’s vanished them and let Dean drive them home. He knows Cas will massage out his knee as much as he can on the drive back, that they’ll park the car and collapse into bed. Knows they get to go home and sleep like that, tucked up safe and warm in their bed. 

"Thanks, sunshine."

"Of course, Dean."

written for @winchester-reload and SPNSummer prompt ‘happy trails’ rated e | 1080 words | no cw | relationships: dean/cas | tags: established relationship, POV Dean Winchester, bisexual Dean, previously repressed coming to terms with his sexuality through blow jobs, oral sex, emotional baggage, Dean loves Cas

It’s not something Dean needs to do. They could just skip it entirely. It’s not like they need to do it or that they don’t have other options. But as much as they both love the other options, skipping this entirely doesn’t seem like the right option either. Although it’s not needed, he needs it. Wants it even. 

Dean definitely wants this, always wants this and yet he still needs to take a deep breath to clear the cobwebs first. Decades of repression will do that to you, but Cas doesn’t mind at all, just gives him all the time he needs to get from want to doing. It makes it easier having Cas be the one he’s in this with. Cas loves him, unconditionally and endlessly, the kind of love that gives him the safety to do this, even with the mental block. Cas is patient, understands that as much as he wants to do this sometimes he needs to work through the emotions of allowing himself that before he can actually do something about it. 

Maybe it’ll get easier with time, maybe it won’t. So long as Cas is still with him that’s all that matters. It’s centering him, the hand softly carding through his hair. Not pulling or pushing, just giving him an anchor to focus on until he’s mentally ready for this. 

Physically he’s ready. They’re both naked, Cas is up against the headboard and if he were to look up he might be able to see the tiny imprint of spit from the kisses he’s left on his way down his boyfriend’s torso to where he is now. His hands are holding on to Cas’ hips, massaging and digging into the bone there. It’s a nice distraction for them both. 

He can tell when he’s ready; is sure Cas must see it in the set of his shoulders from where he’s looking down at him, even if Cas makes no move, still just waiting him out. Even if he looks like he’s ready, Cas would still wait for him to make any move, even if that move was a change of plans. He’s not changing his plans though, not tonight. Tonight he’s ready for this. 

There’s gentle hands keeping him in place as he slowly lifts his head from where it’s resting against Cas’s thigh. He leans up, presses a deep kiss just above Cas’s belly button, continuing the line of kisses from before he needed a break. He kisses down the happy trail, deliberate, lingering kisses. Each kiss settles something in him, makes it easier to keep going down. 

It still feels like a revelation when he gets his mouth around Cas’s cock, hard and hot in his mouth. It’s still new in a way that’s taking some getting used to but it feels so good in a way that makes all the years of denying himself this sting slightly more. It’s not even that he wants to go back and suck cock for the past twenty years, but it’s the knowledge that he could have been doing it if he’d just allowed himself to go after what he wants. Maybe then he wouldn’t need a moment every time before he gets his mouth around Cas. 

The hand in his hair tightens imperceptively, as though Cas can tell his thoughts have wandered again. Still not pushing, just redirecting him back into the moment. 

It’s why he loves him. 

He just sucks on the head gently, easing himself into it. One day he wants to just dive straight in, push his boyfriend against a wall or the bed and just sink down and let his mouth be used. He knows he wants it as much as he knows he’s not ready for it yet. 

One day. 

For now he just inches his way down, the barest scrape of teeth because he knows from experience how much Cas loves it before he focuses on sinking down, trailing spit and pre along the shaft. The longer he’s here, the easier it is to breathe through his nose, to tune out all the doubts in his head, to just focus on the only thing that matters. Because it really doesn’t matter how long it took for him to get here, or how long it took for the two of them to find their way together, because they did. They’re here. Cas loves him and he loves Cas. 

And he really loves sucking his boyfriend’s cock. 

Once he’s down he could be down for ages. Maybe it’s something to ask, to just sit and hold Cas in his mouth, steady hands in his hair just keeping him sated and happy, just another thing to add to the list. He keeps thinking of things he wants to build up to, knowing they’ve got the time to get there. 

There’s a slight ache in his jaw he’s slowly getting more familiar with, just something small that reminds him of where he is and what he’s doing. A better kind of pain to hold on to. 

The taste of skin and salt is heavy on his tongue and he’s not even aware of when his own hips start grinding into the bed to relieve tension he hadn’t even noticed. He’d feel bad about it but he knows Cas finds it hot that he gets off on this, that he loves it as much as he does. 

There’s pressure in his hairline and he bobs faster, hands pressing Cas down to keep him in place so he can just wring this out of him. There’s nothing but the rush of blood and praise in his ears and he kind of wants to drown in it, taking all of Cas in his mouth and pressing his lips like some kind of kiss against the pubic bone. 

He knows he’s got Cas where he wants him, physically and emotionally, and hollows his cheeks, hums and moans and gets the reaction he expects, the hand tightening in his hair as Cas spills deep down his throat. 

He holds himself in place until Cas physically drags him off. He forces himself to relax the hold he has on Cas’s hipbones, kissing gently over where he would have bruised anyone else and kisses back up, happy trail onwards until he reaches his boyfriend’s mouth again. 

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Prompt 11 for SPNSummer by @winchester-reload

Other art for SPNSummer: How Hawaiian, Breakfast Time, Prism

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written for @winchester-reload and SPNSummer prompt ‘breakfast time’ rated g | 250 words | no cw | relationships: dean/cas | tags: developing relationship, domestic fluff, post-canon fix it, POV Sam Winchester

Sam walks into the kitchen and then promptly walks back out. He doesn’t think they saw him for the less than five seconds he was there considering they’re well… 

On one hand he wants to be happy for them, he really does. It’s about damn time honestly and he doesn’t want them to go back to whatever nonsense they had going on before with the longing looks and refusing to acknowledge anything between them. But still, it would be nice if they could not be sitting on each other’s laps making out like they’re in their own private world. 

Which they’re not. They’re in the kitchen. The for everyone, public space kitchen. And as much as Sam wants to let them be happy in peace he also wants food and coffee which shouldn’t be an unreasonable request for breakfast time. That kind of makes the decision for him. He clears his throat obnoxiously loudly and waits until he actually hears movement before he walks in again, pretending like it’s the first time he’s been in the kitchen this morning. 

He’ll give them that at least. 

At least they brewed coffee before they started kissing so maybe it’s not all bad. Maybe he could learn to live like this, even if he has to announce he’s about to walk into every room he comes across. 

Maybe they’ll calm down when it’s less new. Maybe. Hopefully. 

written for @winchester-reload and SPNSummer prompt ‘rainbow road’ rated g | 377 words | no cw | relationships: dean & claire, claire/kaia | tags: domestic fluff, found family, established claire/kaia

Claire, he decides, is no longer his favourite pseudo-daughter. She isn’t cheering, per se, but every time it happens there’s a little self satisfied smirk on her face that gives her away. He knows she’s got a better poker face than that, has seen it in action, so the fact she’s reacting at all is basically her asking to get caught. She wants the validation of winning, of knowing she’s the one causing all this destruction. 

But still, she is targeting him with a single minded focus that it couldn’t be anything less than deliberate. 

He’s okay, not great, but he can beat her on a good day. However, today she’d come in with this streak of determination, staring at the screen like this was a hunt and not just a video game. They’d always been a little competitive though. The last time they’d played darts in an actual bar they nearly got kicked out for trick shots.

He manages to catch up, making up for the loss she’d caused in the first place only for her to lie in wait and hit him again. He wants to turn to glare at her but there’s still a lap to go and he can try to make it up, as unlikely as it is. He doesn't know how or when she got so good at this but she’s turned this into some kind of lethal sport. 

He grits his teeth and jabs at the controller again, watching the track slip away as he slowly regains his lead. It looks like he might actually pull this off and then she’s sent a blue shell his way, properly laughing out loud as his kart flips over again, the finish line almost in sight. 

She whoops as on screen her kart pulls ahead, her guarantee almost assured but it turns into a spluttering cough as a green shell hits her, a direct hit that sends her kart bouncing across the pixelated asphalt. 

Kaia just grins, small and wholly pleased with herself while her girlfriend grumbles as she goes from a guaranteed 1st to barely scraping 3rd, Dean barrelling into 2nd at the last second. She turns to him, and nods and he grins and nods back. 

Prism

Prompt 10 for SPNSummer by @winchester-reload

Other art for SPNSummer: How Hawaiian, Breakfast Time