Title: Witchcraft and Whiskers
Rating: Teen & Up
Ship: Destiel
Tags: Halloween, fluff, cats, AU, spell failure, cat!Dean, bed sharing
Prompt: #16
Link: Read it on AO3Summary: Castiel brings home a disgruntled, abandoned cat the night before Halloween. He thinks nothing of it. He lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Castiel wakes up to find his animal companion gone and a certain someone standing in his kitchen. Naked.
Written for @rosemoonweaver‘s fic-o-ween challenge.
Tag: destiel
Lazarus Writing – A Halloween Prompt Fic
So my fic for @rosemoonweaver ‘s Fic-O-Ween challenge got a teensy bit out of hand but! Here is the first chapter! Don’t worry, it’s all written, gonna try my best to post chapters weekly.
Title: Lazarus Writing
Rating: Explicit
Ship: Destiel
Warnings/Tags: Human!Cas, Writer AU, Bisexual Dean, Gay Castiel, Canon-typical violence and minor character deaths
Prompt:Castiel is an author struggling to come up with his next novel. Luckily for them, a gift arrives in the mail from his publisher: a fancy new notebook and pen set with a note that promises to “bring new life to your writing”. It’s all fine until Castiel decides to write his grocery list in the back of the book… only to find the items have materialized in the kitchen. So, Castiel is in possession of some freaky magic which could be pretty amazing… if it weren’t for the fact that he just started a new novel in that book and the contents are not something he wants to see in this world.
External Fic Link: Read it on AO3Excerpt:
Castiel’s mood was not at all improved by the time he shouldered his way back into his apartment, groceries in arms. If anything, he’d spent the intervening hours only becoming more and more bitter about the fact that no one seemed to care what he wanted to write. They just wanted him to shit out the same old shlock. Wasn’t this job supposed to be done for the joy of it? It wasn’t like he wanted to write the Great American Novel or anything; he just wanted to write something original. Something meaningful, something true.
But the sad truth was that nothing was original and that truth and meaning were in the eye of the beholder. The more and more he thought about it, the more he wondered why it was so important to him that he do something different? What did he think he could do in a new novel that he couldn’t do in a Julie Chase story? Maybe he was shoving himself in his own box.
He set down the grocery bags on the counter and stared blankly at his writing nook. Well. You know what they say. Kill your darlings.
Princess and the Frog
Written for @rosemoonweaver‘s ficoween writing prompt challenge! I got prompt #16 and had way too much fun turning Cas into a frog.
Prompt #16:
A small animal follows Character A home one night. Character A thinks nothing of it, and lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Character A wakes up to find their animal companion gone and a stranger standing in their kitchen. Naked.
(I changed it so it wasn’t a stranger in the kitchen, sorry)
Title: Princess and the Frog
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: Explicit
Tags: First time; pining; Top Cas/Bottom Dean; Cursed Cas; blow jobs; hand jobs
Word count: 3000
Excerpt:“Come on, Cas, where are you?” Dean hung up on yet another voicemail message, and ignored Sam’s concerned moose face.
“Still nothing?”
“He won’t pick up his damn phone.”
They were trudging down a painfully residential street. There were skulls in the windows and cheap plastic ghouls hanging in the trees. As night descended, little pumpkin fairy lights came on all around them. It actually hurt Dean’s eyes to be surrounded by so much orange.
“He’ll show up, man. He’s probably got a lead.”
“Yeah, well, why did he leave a message saying we should come if he couldn’t even be bothered to specify where?”
Sam could only shrug. Dean hunched his shoulders and scowled at the pavement. He hated not having Cas around. He hated not having his stupid, pretty face staring unblinkingly at him. He hated—
Reerrt.
He blinked at Sam. “Was that you?”
“Was what me?”
Reerrt.
Dean looked around wildly. “Did you hear that?”
Reerrt.
There was a little brown frog sitting on the nearest letterbox, looking straight at Dean and making a noise like a rusty zipper. Reerrt.
“Hey there, little frog.” Dean approached cautiously. It was… kinda cute? And it had distracted him from his downward where-is-Cas spiral, so he was inclined to like it automatically. He held his hand out to it and crowed with delight when it jumped onto his palm, making the weird sound again. He held it out to Sam.
“Ugh, Dean, what the hell! Put that down, it’s probably poisonous.”
“Hey,” Dean said, affronted. “Don’t be rude.” He put the little frog on his shoulder, and it croaked right into his ear, which made all the hairs on that side of his head stand on end. When Sam scowled at him he stuck his tongue out.
The frog stayed on his shoulder for the whole walk home.


sooooo… kinda late but y’all can
probablyguess in honor of what this is C:Long time no posting, ughhh. For the lovely, curious anons that messaged me; they’ll have to pry Dean and Cas from my cold, dead hands even if I’m feeling kinda meh about the show atm, don’t worry ♥

“You’re so tense, Mr. Winchester. When have I ever made a mistake?”
“I’m not gonna answer that, Dean.”
@jackiemakescomics said tattoo AU so I did married!Destiel with tattoo artist Dean.
Old Singer House
This was done for @rosemoonweaver‘s Halloween challenge. I hope you all like it. I hope I properly warned. I will be posting it on AO3 later but I wanted to get it out there. Enjoy!
Warnings: Lose of infant, alcohol-abuse.
Year in and year out the old Singer house was a long time legend. Everyone before hitting middle school heard the word of it but nothing more until their first day. As the legend goes Singer’s wife had a breakdown following the loss of their three-month-old daughter Fiona. Karen was sent to a hospital to help with her breakdown but the loss was too hard on her and with Bobby’s visits so few and far between she let the grief take her and only but four weeks from the breakdown Karen took her last breath. Bobby didn’t hear of her passing until a few months later due to his alcohol-induced unconsciousness. The story from there has many different endings but in the end, no one ever knew what happened to Bobby. But the House has always sat there with no one living there since.
Yes, there was every once in awhile the courageous teen to enter the home on the challenge to prove how brave they were. Many went in and few actually stayed for the duration. More than enough fled the house in terror. Although in the last ten years it was rarely visited the tale was still told.
Castiel had known the legend long before his middle school years thanks to his brother Lucifer who would tease him knowing that Cas had to walk by the house every day. He knew it was just to scare him and should just ignore it but the legend did shake him up. So every day he would do all he could to avoid the house after he had passed it his first day of school.
There was something about the long gravel road leading up to the cottage like house and on that day there was no breeze but as Castiel stood in front of the house, the leaves began to rustle and tumble down the driveway as the trees swayed. Castiel stood there in almost fear but broke from it by the hooking of a passing car. He quickly continued to school.
Even as Castiel got older he still avoided the house on his way to school. When his fellow classmates would begin to talk about the Singer house he would quickly leave. Some of his classmates began to catch up and try to avoid the subject but then there were those that would mention it on purpose. At times he would get teased by some of them how he was only one who hadn’t attempted to stay the night but luckily Castiel had his best friend Charlie who would bring it up that they hadn’t even done so either. Some would leave it be but others would still poke fun at it.
Finally, graduation had come and along with it his 19th birthday. Castiel couldn’t be happier to be free of it all. Especially those who were stuck on teasing him about the old Singer house. It isn’t that scary anymore anyways, Castiel told himself. Apparently while with Charlie on his birthday he decided to repeat himself.
“Then let’s go.” Charlie stood up and pulled on Castiel’s hand.
“Now?” Castiel said a little in shock.
“Yes. Let’s go to old Singers for the night.” Charlie said with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh okay. Ya, let’s go.” Castiel hesitated to reply.
omg no…. please fix if I can’t handle the angst 😢surely dean can’t marry lisa if he still loves cas
continuation of this ficlet, and obviously the answer to this is polyamory…
While Dean might not necessarily be happy with his marriage to Lisa, he’s content. He and Lisa have always been good together, and he’s always thought she was way out of his league (apparently he had a type), and marriage isn’t all that different from when they were dating.
Except it’s so damn final.







