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dumplingdean:

lmao. can we talk about this holy wallpaper tho. 

Destiel RP- Emails?

Is anyone interested in doing a Destiel RP through email?

  • Preferably as Castiel. I make a best Dean, but it’s okay if you absolutely cannot portray Castiel.
  • Please me mature enough to handle NC-17 content 
  • Paragraph length replies- not necessarily over the top long (unless it’s for the first threads, to set a base for the characters) , but not just one or two sentences. 
  • Preferably AU, but I can deal with whatever.

Send me an email if you’re interested and we can work out the details: 

deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no

deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no

deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no

deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no

deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no

The human and the merman

darkwatercas:

thehandsomewinchester:

darkwatercas:

thehandsomewinchester:

”I’m feeling pretty rejected, but I’m sure we can work past that.” Dean mumbled, not wanting to make the other mad again. ”Tell me about the sea.” He said, swimming closer. He’d promised Cas they would just talk, and he genuinely wanted to know about the ocean. And despite Castiel’s doubt, he really was interested in him. Not just as a merman, but as a person. He was sure it wouldn’t have been the same if Cas was someone else.

Cas huffed under his breath, crossing his arms under the water. He was still pretty annoyed, because it was better than remaining hurt. And if he thought about it he would still be hurt. Emotions ran deep in his race, deep enough it was almost unperceivable sometimes. But when something strikes a chord it isn’t easy to get over.

He pressed his lips together. “What do you want to know?” Castiel asked. He wasn’t so much rejecting Dean as completely wary of getting hurt again. Hence the distance he kept himself, eyeing Dean with those turquoise eyes, glowing bright in the dark of their refuge.

”I don’t know.” Dean shrugged, trying to think. He had the opportunity to talk to a merman, for Christ’s sake. For some damn reason his mouth refused to cooperate with his mind, and he remained silent. Five minutes later, he finally spoke up. ”Everything.” He said, chuckling.

”Tell me what you like, what you don’t like, what you dream of…”

Castiel didn’t mind the silence, but it sort of made him assume the other didn’t want to talk. He’d swam about absently, enjoying the almost hot water against his skin and scales when dean spoke again, and he turned, eyes winking out of the pitch black from the other side of the cave.

"I like the water. I don’t like being too dry or too hot. I enjoy horticulture. I dream about belonging." He shrugged, splashing as he turned idly in the water. "What about you."

”Horticulture? Well I’m more of a cars-and-beers man myself. Got a nice Impala called baby.” Dean smiled. ”I don’t really… Don’t think I have any dreams. I mean, I try to save as many people as I can, but that’s kind of it. I wasn’t really born to dream, I was born to follow orders.” He shrugged, sighing. ”I like pie and I don’t like feelings.”

thehandsomewinchester

waywardtendencies:

Cas was in a kennel again. He hated the kennel. It smelled bad and they didn’t have hamburgers. If he stood on his tip-toes he could see out the small barred window, but there weren’t any flowers, to his disappointment. 

Hopefully he’d be chosen soon. Already his wings were itching to stretch wide.

Dean was lonely. Sam was attending Stanford with his girlfriend, Charlie had an angel, Benny had an angel, Gabriel /was/ an angel, and they were all too busy hanging out with their girlfriends to hang out with Dean all day.

Dean was a fireman, he was a damn good one too, but he was lonely. So fuck it, right? He decided to get an angel. Though he couldn’t stand the people buying angels to treat them like slaves. His mother hadn’t believed in that, and so neither did he.

The kennel was dark and dirty, and a bit too depressing. He spent a few minutes, walking around to see if he could find any kind looking angels. A few angels hissed, some spit, but in the corner of the kennel was a small and beautiful angel. Dean headed towards it.

RP anyone?

Is anyone interested in a roleplay via email, in which they play Castiel?

Preferably AU.

Preferably something other than your usual high school or college RP

Destiel prompt- the Village

This was originally a reply to someone on omegle, but for some reason they disconnected before I sent the reply- However, I realized the reply could work as a starter, so here it goes.

*please email me at deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no or deanbuttchester67@gmail.com if you’re interested


Everyone knew about the village. Everyone knew about the village so deep and pure that no one could be let in, and no one could be let out. They were rich, the people in the village. They were rich, clean and proper. There were many stories about the people from the village, many incredible stories, but Dean had gotten the chance to talk to someone from the village. Several years ago, when he was seventeen, a cute girl with red hair had talked to him. The girl had stumbled into his home in the woods, and she had just escaped the village.

That was a long time ago, and the girl had disappeared the next morning, but Dean still remembered her story about the village. About how everyone wore nice, white clothes, made out of rich and imported material. Everyone had food on the table, and a warm bed to sleep in.

 

Dean was bitter about that. Bitter about the fact that the people living in the woods were poor and many, and the people living in the village were rich and few. It didn’t make sense to him, which was why he did what he did.

 

His father was dead, but he had taught him how to hunt. How to steal. How to murder. Dean made a living out of that. Every morning someone would come with supplies for the village, and Dean would steal. Not a lot, just enough. If he got caught, he’d have to commit murder. It was… It was all right. He tried to save everyone he could, his own comfort coming last. The supplies he’d steal he would give to families that sorely needed them, and then he would go back to his small cabin, and call his little brother that was currently somewhere else, studying.

It was night, and Dean was hunting animals, he had yet to eat dinner. He was walking through the woods when he spotted someone- a young man. Dean ran after him, and the man ran faster. ‘’Wait!’’ He shouted, panting as they reached a mountain. The man was trapped, and couldn’t run any longer. Dean stepped out of the woods, holding his hands up. It was then he saw the man’s face; the moonlight was shining upon him, and it was… The man was clearly younger than Dean, but probably only by a few years. He had a set of big and scared eyes. They were blue and beautiful, glowing in the moonlight. ‘’I’m not going to hurt you.’’

please-dont-psychoanalyze-me:

thehandsomewinchester:

please-dont-psychoanalyze-me:

"I’ve never believed, anyway, so I’m not entirely surprised," he said dryly, rolling his eyes. “Well, if we’re not worrying about serial killers, we’re worrying about angels who are angry that their dad bailed on them. I’m sorry about your parents. I lost my mom when I was pretty young. At least you can still remember her. Lost my dad a few years after her, too. Hmm."

He frowned, eyes closed, feeling incredibly fatigued, and rolled his head in a noncommittal gesture. “You basically saved me from getting eaten by a creature that I had no idea existed and still wished didn’t know about, so I think it’s safe to say that I dislike you a little less. There’s a bar on the other side of town, if you’d like one before you left. I figure I owe you that much, even though you lied to me.”

”Oh, William, I never thought you’d ask!” Dean exclaimed, standing up and getting his jacket. He chuckled lightly, feeling cheeky again. ”No seriously, thanks. But don’t expect to get me in bed on the first date.” He could tell that the other was getting mad again, but he decided not to care. If they were friends now, Dean was going to give him the friend experience.


Since Will knew where the bar was, he drove. Dean hated it, but he realized it was probably the best since he’d been drinking earlier. When they got there, they found a dark booth in the corner of the bar. Will obviously didn’t want any attention. ”So.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. ”What now?”

"I didn’t plan on it," Will mutters as they leave the hotel, glancing at Dean and cataloging the loose grin and pink tinge to his cheeks. Slightly inebriated. Will didn’t want him to get his car impounded with drunk driving. Although he had a hunch that the man had done it before. The ride is filled with stuffy silence, and Will tries not to fidget and reach for the radio to put on the CD Hannibal had given him.

God, their next session would be interesting.

…On second thought, maybe he should keep that instance a secret. Dr. Lecter had dealt with rather odd patients, to be sure, but if Will started to babble on about supernatural beings and wendigos and angels and all sorts of things, that could land him in a mental facility sooner than he’d like. He shakes his head and grits his teeth.

The bar is mostly empty, which is a relief, and there’s no-one there that Will recognizes or would recognize him. He nods at the bartender and gestures with two fingers for some drinks, and slips into a booth under the muted television for as much privacy as they could have.

"So…what now?"

Will rubs at his eyes roughly, sighing loudly and dropping his hands to the table with a thud.

"Now, I suppose, I drink to forget. Last time I did that was in college, after I failed an important test. Only reason why I remember it now is because someone reminded me," he draws a hand across his forehead, resting his head in his palm.

”Dude! You haven’t gotten real drunk since college?” Dean didn’t know how old Will was, but he guessed they were about the same age, and it was a damn shame the other was such a nerd. ”Then screw the beer, I’m buying you whiskey. Best damn thing to drink if you wanna’ forget.” Dean  said, knowing all too well how good whiskey could solve any problem. He ordered them a bottle, and two glasses, filling them up.

The human and the merman

darkwatercas:

thehandsomewinchester:

darkwatercas:

thehandsomewinchester:

”Well, I…” Dean didn’t know what to say. He was really trying here, and it didn’t sound like Cas was putting any effort into being friendly. ”All I can do is apologize, and I’ve done that three times now.”

"Are you feeling better Dean?"

”I’m feeling pretty rejected, but I’m sure we can work past that.” Dean mumbled, not wanting to make the other mad again. ”Tell me about the sea.” He said, swimming closer. He’d promised Cas they would just talk, and he genuinely wanted to know about the ocean. And despite Castiel’s doubt, he really was interested in him. Not just as a merman, but as a person. He was sure it wouldn’t have been the same if Cas was someone else.

Cas huffed under his breath, crossing his arms under the water. He was still pretty annoyed, because it was better than remaining hurt. And if he thought about it he would still be hurt. Emotions ran deep in his race, deep enough it was almost unperceivable sometimes. But when something strikes a chord it isn’t easy to get over.

He pressed his lips together. “What do you want to know?” Castiel asked. He wasn’t so much rejecting Dean as completely wary of getting hurt again. Hence the distance he kept himself, eyeing Dean with those turquoise eyes, glowing bright in the dark of their refuge.

”I don’t know.” Dean shrugged, trying to think. He had the opportunity to talk to a merman, for Christ’s sake. For some damn reason his mouth refused to cooperate with his mind, and he remained silent. Five minutes later, he finally spoke up. ”Everything.” He said, chuckling.

”Tell me what you like, what you don’t like, what you dream of…”

ATTENTION DESTIEL ROLEPLAYERS

If you’re interesting in my prompt, please write me a reply and email (only emails please) me at deanbuttchester67@yahoo.no or deanbuttchester67@gmail.com

*Castiel can be a young professor, and since Dean is 24 the age gap won’t be too big

Dean was officially panicking about starting college at 24. Most people his age were graduating from college, but no, not him. He’d worked his ass off to get his brother into college, and then when his brother finally got the scholarship he deserved, he’d continued to work, buying an apartment for him and Sam in California. But now that Sam had moved in with his girlfriend, and had started working with law, he’d practically forced Dean to go to college. This was the start of the rest of Dean’s life, and he was fucking terrified of it. He’d never spent too much time worrying about himself and his own dull life, everything had been about Sam. His brother was right though, he needed to become his own person. Start living his life to the fullest, coming out as a bisexual, the full nine yards, yada, yada, yada…

Now, Dean wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to do with his life, not yet. As a kid he’d wanted to be a cop, or a fireman, but he didn’t know if he was good enough yet. So he figured he’d just start off by taking the classes that looked the most enjoyable. Among those classes was psychology. It was his first class too, and he was scared to death. He wasn’t at all ready to face the obnoxious hipster know-it-all’s he knew he’d meet. But he couldn’t give up yet, not on the first day. So he stepped into the lecture hall, finding a seat in the back row. He had his pen in his hand, ready to take notes. He wasn’t a big fan of computers, but he’d been determined to take notes and actually learn something, instead of wasting his time. He clicked his pen nervously, looking up when the professor finally entered the crowded (yet small) lecture hall. And fuck.

Dark brown sex-hair and beautiful blue eyes. Pink chapped lips and delicate, soft features. He was wearing a sweater vest, with a white shirt and a tie. He was dorky and beautiful. The class hadn’t even started yet, and Dean was already in love with his professor. Great.

 

DEan, please tell me Cas hasn't had sex with anyone since he fell?
Anonymous

How the heck would I know?