"it's like being chained to a comet"
"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."
DeanCas Coda to 14.04 ‘Mint Condition’
Dean forces himself to spend a couple minutes chatting with Sam and another hunter in the kitchen before heading back to his room, beer in hand. It isn’t that he’s breaking his promise to Sam—Dean knows he has to be more… present. But he needs a shower, and a good night’s sleep; his little brother gets that.
The shower is manna on his bruised and aching body, and when he’s towelling off, Dean winces at the marks around his throat. Ugh. Getting choked is the worst.
He’s heading back to his room, clean and warm and nursing his room temp beer, thinking of maybe calling Cas before bed, when he opens the door and finds the fucker already there.
In a Han Solo costume.
okay let’s settle this. pineapple on or off pizza? cereal or milk first? club penguin or poptropia? pronounced gif or jif? Caps or no caps? halloween or christmas? iphone or samsung? suck or bite lollipops? milk or dark chocolate?
Post-Halloween AU where Cas and Dean mistakenly bring home the wrong kids Y/N?
“Really? My favorite character is Dean.”
“Dean’s cool too. What are you supposed to be?”
“I suppose I am dressed as a human.”
“Oh. You make a very good human.”
“…Thank you.”Cas would be the guy who gives out the full-size candy bars so all the kids show up at his apartment.
Also he only owns, like, three outfits so red hoodie it is.Happy Halloween! (There was going to be a gory Abaddon pic but its nowhere near finished)
urban witch for inktober, following @ochibrochi‘s awesome list
I was thinking just Cas as a angel of Halloween but popular opinion says Reaper Cas :) Happy October everyone.
Happy Halloween!!!
(OOC: click for “better” quality
Also!!! Thanks to @seferkohelet)
A DeanCas Halloween-Adjacent Fic (Canonverse, Witch!Cas, Hunter!Dean, 13.7K)
Dean’s coming off a vamp nest in Boise when he gets the call on his Other Other Cell; though he normally wouldn’t bother answering until his next pit stop—he’s sore and tired and covered in vamp guts—Dean’s still riding the all time low of his drunk-dial with Sam yesterday, and Dad is supposed to call any day now. So, steadying Baby’s steering wheel with his knees, he contorts himself to reach into the glove compartment with minor swerving.
“Hello?”
It’s not Dad.
Whatever, John’ll call later. He said he would, so he will. He has to. In the mean time, Dean turns towards Cannon Beach, Oregon, where, apparently, two people have been exsanguinated.
Rubbing at a spot of dried, flaking vamp blood on his neck, Dean throws his phone onto Baby’s bench seat with a growl. He puts on the nearest tape and turns the volume up as he guns it onto the I-84 West.
“Fuckin’ vamps.”
Dean Winchester is coming off a vamp nest in Boise when he gets the call on his Other Other Cell: two dead in Cannon Beach, Oregon, definitely his kinda thing. But when people start dropping like flies, what originally looks like a cut-and-dry case soon turns up more questions than it does answers: What kind of monster uses medical equipment to exsanguinate its victims? Why is it here in the first place?Five years ago, an angel fell off the coast of Cannon Beach, Oregon.
And what the hell is up with the witch at the end of the street?
**Posting on October 31st**
