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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 14/04/2026

Eldritch Honestly, I’ve been aiming for Eldritch Horror but ended up with tentacle porn Art for Halfway to Halloween challenge (prompt 6. Eldritch Horror) #destiel #trueformcas #tentacles

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼✊🏻•💙💚• @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 05/03/2026

OMG, for how CAREFUL I try to be to never lose anything I manage to write, I knew there was already a draft of chapter 7 SOMEWHERE. FINALLY found it. <3 <3 <3 Cannot wait to get on the road with this chapter again! #destiel #SexWarAndPeace #DrippingWings

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mary ❤ should be writing her longfic @destiel-wings.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

um, hello?? MY NEW FIC IS OUT ❤️ 7k words, angst & romance (with a happy ending) ... In which Castiel confesses but he can’t bear the look of disbelief on Dean’s face (and dreads his answer too much) so he makes Dean forget. ... Over and over again. archiveofourown.org/works/79442086

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Liz @lizleeships.bsky.social · 17/02/2026

It’s not my fault they’re pretty covered in blood #destiel

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

While we're here at release time, I wanna let you guys know that the next release will be a two-fer as well. Ch 7 - Missouri needs to be knitted together and finished, and Ch 8 is finished. Both will be released at the same time, hopefully just a few months from now. <3 #Destiel #SexWarAndPeace

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

Aaaaand Chapter 6 is now LIVE on AO3!! Happy Fanworks Day, #spnfandom! Featuring art by JJPADTK, LicieOIC, @jackiedeeart.bsky.social, @shedarart.bsky.social, @szlez.bsky.social & AO3 bit.ly/SexWarPeace eBook bit.ly/SexWarAndPea... #SPN #Supernatural #Destiel #DrippingWings #SexWarAndPeace + 1/2

Supernatural
Dripping Wings & Heavy Things
Chapter 6
The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn
This place is a relic,” Cas said as he stood aside, holding the door open for Dean to file past with two stuffed army green duffles in hand. Clothes and rags needed washing. The place could’ve smelled better; it could also have smelled much worse. A privacy wall—drywall and wood laminate to about waist height and frosted, warped glass squares from there on up—jutted about five feet out into the room. The motel was music-themed,
with a smattering of framed Elvis kitsch on the walls. Horrendous brownish wallpaper that had probably once been closer to red and orange covered the walls. Two queen-size beds.
“Un-frickin’-believable. There is an order to the universe,” Dean quipped, sounding like a kid at Christmas as he dumped their bags onto the extra bed, unmaking the bedsheets’ bottom corners looking for signs of unwanted company and finding none.
Castiel fixed Dean with a baffled, quizzical look. Digging into his back pocket for his spare change, Dean flopped himself down on the far bed, slipping a pair of quarters into a coin meter that read:
Enjoy Magic Fingers!
QUARTERS ONLY
Still only 25 cents for 15 mins!
Tingling Relaxation and Ease

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Dean stood outside the bathroom bare-naked, his stare fixed on his hand resting on the doorknob. Despite what he wanted, hesitation still managed to get the better of him for a few moments that seemed longer than they were. Closing his eyes, he took a breath, consciously sending his fears out with the exhale. He stepped into the bathroom, greeted by the sight of Castiel standing behind
fogged glass, under the
The smile on Dean’s face widened in time with the warm-up of the bed’s motors. “Aww yeah-h-h. That’s the ticket. Haha!” he declared, his voice warbling with the motion of the bed.
Amused, Cas tossed his overcoat and jacket onto the second bed, undoing his cuffs, taking his eyes off Dean for no more than a few moments, all the while.
Dean opened his eyes and turned his head Cas’ way, not bothering to lift it from the fluffy down pillow in the slightest. He jumped his eyebrows up playfully, unabashed with his intentions. “Whatcha think?”
Wearing a smile that screamed ‘mischief’, Cas sauntered over as he undid his dress shirt, untucking it from under Dean’s snug jeans with a heated look and deliberateness that had Dean’s arousal perking up and paying attention. “I think I need a shower…” Castiel clapped one hand against the inside of Dean’s
ankle, taking an unmistakably sensual hold of him for an instant, dragging his leg a few inches aside on his way past. “and so do you.”
Dean propped himself up on his elbows with a grin on, keeping eyes on Cas’ backside as it disappeared behind the ajar bathroom door. The rise and fall of Cas’ rear cheeks with every step left Dean biting into his lower lip
with one canine tooth, remembering vividly what it felt like to have been in there only hours ago. He grudgingly peeled himself off the pillow and covers as though having to extricate himself from quicksand. All things… in time, Dean mused silently, glancing at the paltry supply of quarters in hand. And first things first…

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The plumbing in the bathroom squealed to life, and water splashed loudly against the bottom of the bathtub as Dean picked up their room key from the rickety table by the door and left, locking the door behind him.
Dean stood outside the bathroom bare-naked, his stare fixed on his hand resting on the doorknob. Despite what he wanted, hesitation still managed to get the better of him for a few moments that seemed longer than they were. Closing his eyes, he took a breath, consciously sending his fears out with the exhale. He stepped into the bathroom, greeted by the sight of Castiel standing behind
fogged glass, under the running water, hanging his head as he rinsed suds away, and his fingers worked at relaxing tension in his neck then lower back.
Dean swallowed hard and latched the door closed behind him. He saw the moment Cas’ head cocked toward him, the corner of his lips turning up. The angel’s eyes were closed, and still, he seemed to know exactly what state of
undress he was in.
Dean’s reservations melted away entirely. One hand braced against the ceramic tile, Castiel stood calmly still as Dean climbed into the close quarters of the shower with him. As he moved his head out of the stream of water and wiped water clear of his eyes, Cas found himself stopped by a hand on his shoulder blade before he could turn around. Dean’s arms slipped under Cas’; hands with fingers spread moved over the angel’s chest and stomach. Clamping his chin down over Cas’ shoulder, Dean pulled him into his chest, putting himself in the showerhead’s path. The tension from being on guard around town washed away with the rivulets and dribbles of almost-hot water making their way down his body.
The hand on Cas’ stomach slid lower, fingers curling in to run his fingernails through the trail of wavy hair that flowed together under the navel and joined up with the thicker tract surrounding his soft-no-longer cock.

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Dean parted his fingers, two and two, pressing firmly down on either side of the seraph’s organ. A soft grunt, lopsided grin, and a backward jerk of the pelvis told Dean he’d struck nerves.
He let his fingers knead at where he’d found the angel’s pleasure. Cas lay his head back and to the side, against Dean’s, done with fighting the slow, heaving breaths he wanted to take. Dean’s fingertips rolled hard over the right spot, sending a spasm of pleasure down Cas’s leg.
Castiel turned on Dean, ensuring their penises stood side by side between them as he pulled and locked the man into a surprising kiss with a hand around back of his head. Dean’s hands quickly took up residence on top of his buttcheeks, his fingers pressing divots into Cas’ flesh, holding their hips together hard enough to keep grinding pressure on their wet, rigid shafts. Cas’ tongue darted over his lips, seeking access, and Dean gave it to him.
hrist, that tongue had reach when the angel wanted it to. Curling around his in whatever way it could manage, tickling a hot spot on the roof of his mouth. It was a genuine tickle, and Dean couldn’t help the muffled laugh that burst out of him. Or the downright electric buzzing feeling lighting up the nerves wrapped around the back of his head and neck. He broke away, taking in a breath he desperately needed, keeping their foreheads together, his lips never more than an inch away from Cas’.
“Wow.” Dean could safely say he’d never been kissed like that before. Blinking, he smoothed back Cas’ wet hair, watching the seraph roll his eyes closed as he leaned into his hand only to open them moments later and meet his gaze with a piercing innocence. Staring into those bright blue eyes, Dean admitted something to himself, and by extension, Castiel, whom he had no doubt saw through him the way he often did. While ‘talented tongue’ gave Cas his due, it wasn’t just that. Sex, with him, mattered… in ways it never had with anyone—ever.

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 14/02/2026

Happy 5th Anniversary Dean and Cas 🎉 #destiel #supernatural #spn #valentinesday

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

Had a wee issue with Chapter 6 not respecting a page break. Fixed! :) #destiel #spn #spnfanfic #ficwip

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

#DrippingWings & Heavy Things - Chapter 6 - The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn features artwork from Shedar, LicieOIC, @szlez.bsky.social & @jackiedeeart.bsky.social in the ebook!! Don't miss it! 😘 #SexWarAndPeace #Destiel #SPN #Supernatural #ficwip #spnfanfic #spnfandom

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

Happy Valentine's, #spnfandom friends! #DrippingsWings & Heavy Things - Chapter 5 & 6; my gift to you! AO3: bit.ly/SexWarPeace Red Letter Edition: bit.ly/SexWarAndPea... #spnfanfic #destiel #SexWarAndPeace #ficwip Find @jackiedeeart.bsky.social's uncensored art @ www.patreon.com/posts/nsfw-v...

SUPERNATURAL
Dripping Wings & Heavy Things
Chapter 5
Move Along
His return to waking was slow. A vague sense of being pinned down by and wrapped around a warm, comforting weight—too warm. Trying to move his hand up to his face but dully registering the fact that something… no, someone wouldn’t let it go. His other hand… cornered against the seatback by two bodies.
Becoming aware of tightness—fullness—at his groin where, when he fell precipitously into sleep the night before, there had been none. Only the sense of having been released from a delicious suffering and resting, flaccid and safe, between overheated bodies. One to which it belonged, the other… Cas.
Cas.
Dean inhaled, filling his chest to bursting even as his body forced it right back out again in a yawn that would make a lion proud. His whole body tensed and relaxed in ricocheting waves; a symptom of his brain double-checking that everything attached to it indeed worked; tendons popped, joints creaked and snapped. The movement pushed his hips up, chafing his half-hard, gluttonous penis into the sweat-slick small of Castiel’s back. A tickle of pleasure in his cockhead left him shivering with want. What? Last night wasn’t enough for you? A drowsy laugh shot out of his lips, propelled by a burst of air.
It was then Cas chose to rearrange himself, rolling his torso side to side like a snake, looking for the perfect resting place on his shifted pillow. Dean’s swollen cock rolled between them, his
foreskin pushed up, then pulled down as the angel’s pelvis moved. A sound that was both a don’t-wanna-wake-up groan and a fuck-yes moan escaped Dean before he could do any damned thing to stop it. Cas settled, sleeping awake, content where he was.
Breathing in deep, Dean exhaled loudly, the sound tinged with carnal pleasure. Wanting more. Too drowsy to make it happen. Head still floating on ripples of afterglow like a leaf on water. Eyes closed, it was smells he used to

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He’d been so sated and exhausted, he hardly remembered it; Castiel going to the trunk one more time for extra blankets and coats. There was an ethereal, unreal quality to it, but it must’ve happened because he could smell old, oiled leather and musty wool blankets. He had one blanket under his head and shoulders, taking the edge off lying up against the door. Another rolled up and wedged between his back, the seat, and driver’s side door, making the incline bearable. Castiel lay on him, his breast serving as pillow, holding one of his hands against his sweating chest. The scent of last night’s sweat in the seraph’s hair and on his skin. Sweat still dampened wherever their bodies touched.
Cas moved, setting his other hand free from being pinioned between their bodies and the seat. Air from under their covers wafted out. The synthetic tang of lube. Cas’ smell… and his; he inhaled deeply, savouring intimate memories that gave birth to it. He couldn’t reach his own dick to knead out the itch for pleasure, but maybe… drowsy became dizzy as he slowly, erratically rolled his hips against Cas’ body, beginning to outright hold him. He slid himself as far down as he could, nuzzling a kiss into Cas’ sweat-crisp hair. Sneaking around under the heavy leather jacket, Castiel’s hand lay his limp organ into the thicket of pubic hair on his belly,
leaving himself within Dean’s reach.
He could feel Cas smile. The muscles wrapped around his head moved. The side of Cas’ head against his chest muscle snuggled down a little more. Castiel found Dean’s searching hand and brought him to where he wanted him; lazily holding, stroking, and massaging the last couple inches of his penis underneath the heat of his palm. An appreciative hum arose from the body lying on him.
Dean smirked. Good morning to you, too.

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 12/02/2026

I'm hoping for a Valentine's Day release of the next two chapters. <3 The chapter is likely to be released on AO3 first and by Saturday/Sunday the updated website should be ready! <3 Wish me luck!! #HappyValentines #Destiel #SexWarAndPeace #DrippingWings #spnfanfic #Supernatural #SPN

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 23/04/2025

"They lay in a growing pool of the angel’s lifeblood, as each reached out for the other, melding together in a way that terrified him." Art: @thefriendlypigeon.bsky.social Ptrn: www.patreon.com/thefriendlyp... Print: thefriendlypigeon.squarespace.com/thefriendlyp... #destiel #spnfanfic #spnfanart

SUPERNATURAL

Sex, War & Peace

Scene | I Will Carry You

Supernatural
Sex, War & Peace

Scene | I Will Carry You

“Cass!”
The bewildered, frightened angel held tight in his arms continued shrieking and flailing in agony like a wounded eagle from the wounds inflicted on her body and wings. If she kept up this ruckus, the hellknight would realize he and Cass hadn’t been obliterated by whatever they had unleashed on Cass. He squeezed his eyes closed and summoned up the state of mind and heart Cass had been trying to teach him so they didn’t have to speak a word to each other to communicate. The way Cass explained it was like prayer, except between them. Not a broadcast. Much more… focused. Intentional… and open.
<Cass! It’s me!> Easy. Take it easy.
He slowed his breathing, hoping the angel would do the same. Dean’s eyes shot open in shock when he realized something of the angel was filtering back down the line toward him. It wasn’t words, at least none that meant anything to him. There was relief, elation, confusion, trust… and love. There was no mistaking the emotion. Castiel had probably never experienced anything like it before, and had no idea what he was feeling.
He lay there in shock, wide-eyed, having a hard time breathing as Cass became still in his arms. Not dead or dying, but peaceful. He wished like crazy he could be looking the angel in the eyes right now, but it was clear that he might as well have been. They lay there, in a growing pool of the angel’s lifeblood, as each reached out for the other, melding together in a way that terrified him, while their minds and souls opened up, blooming before one another in ways eyes cannot see. Only their hearts could perceive the beauty of what they were revealing. Nothing concealed or held back; no thought, feeling, or sensation without witness.

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Dean didn’t have to say a word to ask and understand; a bond like this went deeper than anything he would ever know, with anyone else… ever. It couldn’t be unmade or undone, not even by their own will. He gasped, exhilarated. Water found its way into his eyes.
<Humans never do anything in half measures… do you?> Cas was quietly chuckling away inside himself, waiting for Dean to find the will to speak. Feeling the direction his thoughts were careening, Dean veered off the tracks an instant before it was too late to unthink it.
<Heh. Yeah, well, you know me! Go big or go home.>
<Hmm… yes. I do.>
The way he held onto the angel a whole lot tighter right then didn’t have a goddamn thing to do with keeping him any safer. Like nothing he’d ever felt before, he just… needed to. For his part, Cas was happy to let him. He lay there, sweetly chuckling away in his arms. There was little to nothing he wouldn’t give to be able to hear that heavenly sound until the day he ceased to exist.
<What happened?>
Dean blinked. Cas didn’t remember what had been done to him. A little bedside manner goes a long way. Cas didn’t need to see his memory of it.
<I’m gonna have to start telling those jokes you hate so much. Laughter is the best medicine, and the only thing I have on hand to patch you up with.> He laughed a little.
<That terrible, is it?> Cas began to stir, trying out his tattered body, taking stock of what still worked… and what plainly didn’t. Dean watched for a few moments that felt like eternity, horrified as Castiel moved to right himself and return to the battle, hobbling and broken.
Unthinking, Dean locked his arms around the angel, determined not to let go unless the angel cut his arms off at the shoulders.
<Release me! The battle isn’t over! I must—!>
<If you go back out there, you’ll die.>
<I am not afraid of—!>
It was selfish, and he knew it. He’d never kept anything in life for himself.

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Other than his baby brother, there wasn’t a goddamn thing he’d ever laid hands on that he wouldn’t have given up to help someone else. If this was the only thing in his life he ever kept for himself, whatever befell them at the end of all things would be worth it, simply for being able to have and to have held this angel for whatever time they could carve out for themselves. It dawned on him that he knew now, in the most visceral way, what that promise meant.
<If you die, I won’t get outta here. Inias might try, but the others would gladly grind me into the ground under their boot heels.> It wasn’t a lie; it was the only card he had left to play. Castiel lay quiet in his arms, withdrawn. <If you go back out there, I won’t make it.>
The other angels would leave him behind. He’d end up back on the rack. No, even Inias wouldn’t put his ass on the line to save him. To Inias, he was an assignment. Nothing more. If push came to shove, probably not even that.
Biting the inside of his lip, fighting tears out of his eyes, Dean held onto the angel much tighter. <Fight another day, Cass. There’s no shame in that.> He watched as the angel covered his bleeding wounds with a thin film of what little armour remained to him, keeping the trail of his blood from lengthening and betraying that something dead or dying lay hidden underneath the jagged shale outcropping, keeping them out of sight.
The sounds of battle raged. The ground beneath and the stone above them shook and rattled. They clung to each other and waited soundlessly, excruciatingly aware their cover might fail and crush them at any moment, until only the wails of the dying could be heard.
His shoulder, hips and back screamed in pain when he finally moved from lying on his side on their stone bed. He bit back a cry, keeping the breath heaving in and out of his nose as quietly as he could.

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$He crept over Cass, careful of her shredded, fractured wings and the gouges out of her paradoxically slight body, putting no more than an eyeball above the ledge to get the lay of the land. The battlefield was empty of soldiers; the armies of Heaven and Hell had either retreated or fled. Despite everything they’d heard, he had no idea who’d “won”. Angels and demons alike lay gored on the stone plain. The stone was black with blood that glinted red under the glare of the never-setting wheel of fire in the sky. The stench was nauseating. He learned everything he needed from crawling on his belly to a few other safe vantage points. They had been lucky. He’d managed to drag Castiel to, more or less, the edge of battle. It wouldn’t be hard to leave the battlefield unnoticed. What was impossible was knowing which way which army had gone. Spider-legging on hands and toes across the sand and stone between him and the angel, Dean kept his head down. It took surprisingly little time to grow used to the connection that now existed between them. Like it had always been there, waiting to be found. She'd been fading while his attention was focused on the world around them. When his touch found her again, it took everything his angel had to force open her eyes and smile at him. <Dean…> She couldn’t even talk through her mouth anymore. “Hey, hey… Cass, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” He asked frantically, picking her head up off the stone. He felt useless. She was dying, and all he could do was give her a softer place to do it on. He clapped a hand over his mouth before the sob came out, but of course, she heard it. Delirious, she smiled and reached a trembling hand up to lay it comfortingly on his cheek. He laid his hand over hers and held it there. “Cas…!” He cried, panicking, and his brain kept screaming at him, “Do something! Do something!!” but… One more time, he glanced over the ledge, desperate to find something he could use to help Cas. Continued in the thread below...$

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 26/11/2024

"There's things I want to experience differently than before. Maybe for the first time." Art&Inspiration: @thefriendlypigeon.bsky.social BlueSky: bsky.app/profile/thef... Patreon: www.patreon.com/thefriendlyp... Insta: www.instagram.com/p/DBwR0qfI9Na #destiel #spnfanfiction #spnfanart #AltTextFTW

Supernatural | Dripping Wings & Heavy Things

Chapter | For the First Time…

Cas closed and shuttered the motel room door and window behind him, setting their duffle of clean clothes and sheets on a dining chair as he came closer, his unblinking, unsettling gaze fixed on the sight of him standing there, jacketless, shirtless, and shoeless. He’d been thinking about this all day. It *felt* like he’d hardly thought about anything else. He had, but... not finding himself in the same predicament as Cas had earlier was little short of a miracle.

The angel’s hand reached for his belt and for some reason, he stood up straight and squared his shoulders. Cas’ fingers slipped between his skin and dress pants in a slow, sensual, wholly unintentional taunt. Cas hadn’t looked him in the eye for some time. He had his eyes fixed on the widening space between his skin, slacks, and briefs, anticipation tinting his otherwise blank expression; like the seraph had never seen the parts of his body underneath before, and couldn’t spare attention for anything else as he drifted closer. Not even taking off his own clothes.

Dean felt himself relax and he began to laugh very quietly at just how enrapt Castiel was to the possibility of getting eyes on his cock. Reaching for the folds of Cas’ shirt, bloused out over his pants waist, he lifted a bit, pulled, found a couple buttons to undo underneath his deep blue tie, and freed the angel’s front shirt tails. The urge rang his brain like a bell and he listened; dropping one hand to Cas’ groin, he found and conformed his palm and fingers to the smoldering organ and sack underneath the seraph’s slacks, giving the whole package a massaging tug.

Castiel’s gaze punched a hole through his sternum as his chest and stomach heaved stiltedly, jaw clenching, the hand sneaking into Dean’s pants frozen. The seraph’s abs and ass clenched, lifting his cock into Dean’s hand looking for a fuller stroke...

Dean pulled his palm away keeping hold of his groin by only his fingertips, teasing, waiting, for Cas to cave to desire and bring the organ straining against its’ cloth prison closer.

Striking fast, Cas took hold of him with both hands by the belt at the hip bones and hauled him close. Every nerve in Dean’s body stood every hair on him on end. For all the effort moved the angel, a mountain might as well have reached out and dragged him forward. Cas brought him close enough their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces yet scarcely touched. Fearful, Dean watched from the sides of his eyes as Castiel stood nearly motionless off center of him, head bowed, his beyond-human awareness drawing Cas’ eyes to his body’s every nervous spasm.

Dean tried to pull breath and failed to fill his lungs, trapped inside the unmoving cage of his chest. His heart pumped every beat out deep and hard, muscles in his neck twitching as the angel’s gaze slowly climbed the slope of his unsteady shoulder, to the artery thrumming in his neck.

To Cas’ ear, all other sounds fell away from the rush of blood through his lover’s vein, to the uneasy jitter in Dean’s heartbeat; sounds unlike anything his body had made in their loving so far. The jolt was slight but Castiel felt it when the backs of his fingers withdrew from between Dean’s clothing and stomach, tracing slowly toward his side and soon enough, taking hold of him by the flesh of his hip and pressing their bodies together. Suddenly, Cas’ whole presence softened. He jumped again when Cas’ gentle hand touched and cradled the side of his face from jaw to temple. Eyes falling closed his jaw went slack as his head fell into the heated, perfect pillow of Cas’ palm. Tension fled his whole body in the self-same moment.

The featherlight touch of Cas’ breathing kissed the heartbeat in his neck the instant before his angel’s lips...

Slow and steady, Castiel’s tongue slipped out of his opening mouth, lapped at his skin and deepened the kiss. Cas breathed him in deep, holding onto it long and hard, gently exhaling from the mouth.

The angel’s wet lips drifted up to rest on his ear. “What do you need?” The sound was almost a whisper, calling him back from losing himself in the loving caress of the hand on his face.

“Heh… I, uhh… I dunno.” He felt Cas smile against his cheek.

“A long, hot shower…”

Dean smiled softly, taking Cas’ meaning even through the fog of arousal settling over his mind. He closed his eyes and laid his head into Cas’ hand, halfway tempted to fall asleep standing like a horse. Dean took a deep, slow breath to wake himself up. “Hmm… yeah,” he whispered. Cas’ hand turned his head and lips to meet his kiss and time fell away.

When he came to, it seemed as though the sun was lower in the sky than when their unending kiss started. Rubbing his hand across his eyes, he was vaguely aware that he’d never drowned in a kiss like this before in his life. The breath he took in was deep, steady, and sure.

Slowly, he backed away from Castiel, stunned by the resounding protest in his skin wherever they no longer touched. His gaze met Cas’. In that moment he knew what bewildered innocence felt like from inside it. At nearly the same time they smiled and quietly laughed. Dean nodded, let go, and headed for the bathroom. Cas followed on his heels, opening the top drawer of the dresser beside the bathroom door. Dean paused, missing something but unsure what. He looked back to see Cas holding up a small black travel bag for him.

Turning, Dean clamped his hand down on the bag and came back to him with the kind of firm, certain, impassioned kiss that was his usual wont.

Dean took the bag.

Cas grinned, nodding.

All right…

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Liz @lizleeships.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

Happy new year to everyone except these two idiots *affectionate* #destiel

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JackieDeeArt @jackiedeeart.bsky.social · 01/01/2026

Happy New Year, everyone!!

An over-the shoulder shot of Dean and Castiel kissing in front of a cool blue/purple starry night sky.

The same shot as described previously, but they gaze longingly at each other holding hands.

A shot of the 2026 print calendar showcasing the "longing stare" art for January with plushie Dean and Cas on either side atop a faux fur blanket.

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BucketOfLi @liztmeuw.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

December 4th ⛸️ #destiel with kid Jack

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

I have to apologize, folks. Some life stuff to do with keeping a roof over my head came up over the last little bit and made me late. I'm going to aim for next week Friday. <3 Give my betas a bit more time, too. :) Can't wait to see share what's coming next and I'm so sorry for missing the date.

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Liz @lizleeships.bsky.social · 24/11/2025

Happy to report that we’ve reached the minimum order number required for a print run! Four days left ❤️

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 20/11/2025

The morning after brings #DeanWinchester & #Castiel equal parts afterglow&renewed sexual craving. An unpleasant encounter w. an interloper shatters the peace & an old friend reaches out Find out where the road leads next in this brave new world #Destiel #Supernatural #SPN #spnfanfic Links below +

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 20/11/2025

"This is a story about love … The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return." Chapters 5 & 6 of Dripping Wings coming Nov. 28th, 2025 at Noon EST (so y'all have the weekend to enjoy) :D Visit Shedar here: BSky: bsky.app/profile/shed... Tumblr: shedarart.tumblr.com

SUPERNATURAL Alternate Ending Series
Sex, War & Peace Book 1
Dripping Wings & Heavy Things
COMING SOON
Chapter 5 - Move Along and Chapter 6 - The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn
Art by: shedarart.tumblr.com
Dean and Castiel lie, post coitus, in a starlit motel room bed. Dean lies face down in bed. Castiel with his head propped up on one hand, lies by Dean's side, tracing fingers over his lover's skin, the freckles on his skin reflecting starlight.

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 24/11/2024

Purple Monochromerotica series #destiel #spn #supernatural #queer #queerart

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 04/12/2024

Hi! I’m a linocut artist (mostly) szlez.etsy.com

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

Happy fimmf to those who celebrate! Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice - drawn for 2024 Destiel Pride by @sailorsally.bsky.social #destiel #spn #supernatural #fimmf #queer

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 27/02/2025

Almost I know that’s not what we’ll get in the next season of The Boys, but I couldn’t help myself 😅 And it will be good to see them both on the screen together 😜 #destiel #supernatural #queer

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 14/03/2025

Human Artist, let's QRT with your work! Before After

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 15/04/2025

Oops! I forgot to post a second part of a New Years art 😅 #destiel #spn #supernatural #gay #queer

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

In the light of the cockles bottle incident #destiel #spn #supernatural #cockles #gay #queer

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ＬＡＺ⚝２Ｙ５ @laz2y5.bsky.social · 10/12/2024

have you ever watched your whole world burn right in front of you?

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ＬＡＺ⚝２Ｙ５ @laz2y5.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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ＬＡＺ⚝２Ｙ５ @laz2y5.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

oil paint via digital

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ＬＡＺ⚝２Ｙ５ @laz2y5.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

I’d like to think that this has happened at least once. #destiel

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sheepstiel.bsky.social @sheepstiel.bsky.social · 21/09/2025

an evening on a motel room sofa... #destiel

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ＬＡＺ⚝２Ｙ５ @laz2y5.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

not to ruin the sentiment of today but here’s also Dean showing one of his favorite toys. no demons allowed! enjoy y’all’s freebie! Subscribe to Patreon if you want to see more! Link in bio 🥰💚

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Liz @lizleeships.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

Destiel 2026 calendar preorder is up!! lizleeillustration.etsy.com/listing/4406...

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JackieDeeArt @jackiedeeart.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

It's November. You know what that means: it's time to flip those calendars, get the hot chocolate brewing, and snarf down the rest of that heathenish Halloween candy before Mariah hits us with another two months of Santa songs. #destiel #myart

A gratuitous picture of the 2025 November calendar page.

Process shots of the art: described in the next frame

Dean and Cas lean against the Impala, arm in arm, with a Orang-y November tree line behind them.

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Liz @lizleeships.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

Digital Destiel calendar is available here! lizleeillustration.etsy.com/listing/4404...

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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

CHPATER 5 & 6 ARE FINISHED!! The moment we can complete the editing and prepare the all the ebooks, we'll be set for release. I normally try to give my betas about two weeks, maybe a tad more if they need it. Aiming for a November release date. 😘 #Destiel #SexWarAndPeace #DrippingWings #spnfanfic

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Pandorakiin | NSFW🔞•✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼✊🏻•💙💚• @pandorakiin.bsky.social · 02/11/2025

Dean decorated his ass for Cas last night. Dancing his ass cheeks around with Elvira-esque control, it's both trick & treat. ;) #TrickAndTreat #Destiel #HappyHalloween #SPN #Supernatural #spnfanfic #SexWarAndPeaace, maybe...? Thanks to @davediscoballs.bsky.social for posting this on twitter.

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szlez @szlez.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

Kinktober Day 24. Anal Sex & Gags #destiel #gay #bdsm #myart

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Wigglebox @wigglebox.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Suptober - Day 16 | Freckles — #suptober25 #destiel #spnfanart #spnfamily

Illustration depicting Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are looking at each other with their backs to us. Cas has a soft smile and eyes as he reaches up to Deans face where there are sparkles that match the halo above Cas’s head.

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Wigglebox @wigglebox.bsky.social · 18/10/2025

Suptober - Day 17 | Crossover — #suptober25 #spnfanart #fnaffanart

An image depicting Dean Cas and Sam from Supernatural. They are in a rundown Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. They are standing on a checkered floor with a party table next to them. Sam is looking off to his left as if he just heard something. Dean is shining a flashlight up onto the stage looking suspicious at Freddy who is in the light. Bonnie is also next to Freddy. The animatronics have their backs to us. Cas is looking suspicious at something just off to Bonnie’s left.

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