A secondary

its a ridiculous combination of straightforward fanfic, bizarre use of the structure of ao3, images, wingdings, and the power of gay love to pierce the veil of death (and the veil of fiction).

its a lot, but its also short (bout 4k words)

here’s one of the pictures:

Castiel’s Confession | Digital Painting by Lou Worrynoodle | Completed 11.4.25

"Knowing you has changed me."

Without flowers under the cut:

disclaimer: im pretty sure I found all of these on Tumblr and I dont have sources so please dont come after me im sorry!! im just trying to share some cool things i found

I’m always late to the party. Here’s my, albeit rushed, contribution.

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Anyone else buying children’s art supplies tho?

(Tempera sticks are really fun guys, they feel like drawing with glue sticks).

Dean only barely manages to stop the hand on his dick and doesn't quite get to hiding himself away from the powerful being now staring down at him in his ill-fitting suit and trench coat. Dean has the errant thought that his plush lips look even better in person just before his mouth finally catches up with the situation.  “What the hell, man?” Dean finally manages to grab the extra pillow on his bed and cover his lap.  Castiel, Angel of the Lord, looks down at him with a head tilt that kind of reminds Dean of a golden retriever as much as it reminds him of “you don't think you deserve to be saved.” The thought punches Dean in the gut, and he realizes just how fucked this situation is. “You were pleasuring yourself while you prayed,” Cas says bluntly. 

A Nephilim Walks into a Bar

Pairing: Destiny (Dean/Cas/Benny)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: PWP, Halo Kink, Vampire!Benny, Nephilim!Cas, human!dean, Anal Sex, bottom!Dean, Top!Benny, Cas… somewhere in the middle I guess, grace fingering, Biting, Blood, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Creatures Are Known, Blow Jobs, nervous nephilim

Word Count: 4,038

Summary: Dean frequents a bar made for the supernatural beings of his town. There he meets up with his long-time fuck buddy for a night of sex when a nephilim walks in unexpectedly. Benny offers the new guy a place at their booth and in between them as they tug his halo and pin him down.

Read on AO3 | written for Restrainstiel Week by @valdelion and @niceworkhuggybear

Dean's backed up against one of the walls of the club. Benny's hands keep him in place as he nips at his neck. The pain is long gone with the way Benny's saliva numbs the blood in his veins and instead kicks up his arousal. He turns his head to allow Benny better access and Benny bites a little harder. Dean can feel his blood running down his neck, soaking into his shirt where the top few buttons are undone. Dean whimpers. 

“Jesus…” he moans. 

Benny pulls back, eying up Dean with a shake of his head. “You really gonna say that around me?” 

“Sorry.” Dean's arms find Benny's sides, clinging to his jacket. He does know better than to be blaspheming around a vampire, but Dean's so lost in his arousal that he forgets. “Touch me?” 

“Beg nicely, sweetheart,” Benny grumbles into his ear. 

Dean's body shivers as the words snake down his spine. 

Dean’s favorite Cas pictures

Just a quick tiny sketch to celebrate :) drawing this brought me back to 2021 when I was a crazy supernatural fan