1. poorbeautifuldean:

    [x]

    Reblogged from: poorbeautifuldean
  2. carry-on-my-wayward-balls:

    theimpalainstrawberryfields:

    47padaleckis:

    thewinchestercompany:

    This is the best introduction of a character i’ve ever seen

    Amazing

    And the song was perfect.

    The whole scene gave me the craziest chills I’ve ever had

    Reblogged from: cosenangel
  3. armellin:

    Commission based on this art.

    My art on Society6 and RedBubble.

    Reblogged from: cosenangel
  4. calmturquoise:

    (Debriel, ticklish!Dean, ticklish!Gabriel)

    There’s been some hardcore procrastination lately, but I’m catching up.

    ~ ~ ~

    “Hey!” Dean jumped at the feeling of soft feathers brushing across his neck, and he turned around to bat at Gabriel’s wing. “Would it kill you to put those away and let me watch TV in peace?”

    “And here I thought you loved my wings, Dean-o,” Gabriel said, his words filled with mock hurt.

    “I like them just fine when they’re not constantly poking me,” Dean shot back, eyes returning to the television screen. In his peripheral he saw Gabriel stick out his tongue, and he snorted.

    For a few moments they sat next to each other on the couch, the room filled with a blissful silence. Then Dean flinched as Gabriel’s wingtip trailed over the back of his neck once again, leaving behind goosebumps. “That’s it,” he exclaimed, grabbing hold of Gabriel’s wing. The archangel’s smirk turned to a frown.

    “Hey, le-” Gabriel cut off with a squeak as Dean’s fingers dug into his wing, tickling in between the golden feathers. He jerked his wings back, but it was too late for Dean’s fingers, which had already jumped over to the base of Gabriel’s wings where they were wriggling rapidly in the soft, downy feathers. “Nahahahaha, DeheheheEEAN!” Gabriel’s voice rose to a shriek. “Stop stop stohohohohop-” He flailed around before managing to grab Dean’s hips.

    “No!” Dean cried, immediately giving in to laughter as he buckled, trying futilely to shield his hips with his own hands. “Gahahabe, I swehehehehear-”

    “Payback’s a bitch, Dean-o,” Gabriel said cheerfully, needing no recovery time before starting to mercilessly attack the rest of Dean’s weak spots. “And you’ll be getting plenty of it.”

    Reblogged from: calmturquoise
  5. cosenangel replied to your post: Just signed up for the Gabriel Big Ban…

    Wohoo! Nice to have someone else there who gets the whole “idk why, but I had to”-thing.

    Oh, I definitely get it. Any chance to write Debriel really. I think it’s so awesome that we signed up for both Debriel Mini Bang and now Gabriel Big Bang. I’m panicking but also secretly jumping up and down in joy too :)

  6. gabrielbigbang:

Guess what time of year it is? That’s right - time to agonise over whether to sign up for yet another fic challenge! But this isn’t just any old big bang (if there is such a thing) - this one is centred on everybody’s favourite archangel-cum-trickster, who would definitely be sniggering right now over the fact that I said cum even though he was around long before Latin was invented and knows perfectly well that cum means with, Gabriel!
So where is Gabriel right now? Did he really die - is he in Purgatory, or does he need to be reconstituted from his various component atoms, possibly with the help of a certain Indian goddess who still has his blood? Or has he been shirking any kind of moral responsibility and hiding out on a beach somewhere all this time, stubbornly not listening to any of the assorted sounds of chaos created by Winchester and angel and Leviathan around the world? Or does Metatron have him trapped after all, because he foolishly believes he can out-trick the Trickster?
Or is he in an AU? Serving pina colada tofu to the cast and crew of SPN over lunch? Pretending to be married to his best friend for plot reasons? Stuck with a motley assortment of characters in a train that’s broken down in the middle of nowhere, with something trying to get in from outside? A demon god or dragon or powerful but lazy sorcerer in a fantasy world, who suddenly finds himself confronted by a fiercely stubborn human knight demanding to know what Gabriel did with his brother? Or did one of them just text the wrong number while drunk, and now they just keep right on texting?
WRITE ALL THE THINGS you know you want to.
Minimum requirements are 15k words for authors and one 500x500px piece of art (or 1-minute fanvid) for artists. Fic drafts are due mid-March and posting starts towards the end of April, so those of you signed up for DCBB or the lovely Sabriel big bang, there shouldn’t be too much of a clash there.
FAQs, rules, and timeline are over here. To sign up as an author, please fill out this form, and this one for artists.
And please - signal boost! Even if you aren’t into Gabriel, or don’t have the time, you might have some followers who do, and we always need lots and lots of lovely artists.
Sign-ups begin: September 14, 2014 Writer sign-ups end: November 23, 2014 First check-in: January 6, 2015 Second check-in/post a snippet: February 1, 2015 Completed drafts and summaries due: March 15, 2015 Art sign-ups end: March 17, 2015 Art claims: March 18, 2015 Art drafts due: April 19, 2015 Posting begins on: April 26, 2015

    gabrielbigbang:

    Guess what time of year it is? That’s right - time to agonise over whether to sign up for yet another fic challenge! But this isn’t just any old big bang (if there is such a thing) - this one is centred on everybody’s favourite archangel-cum-trickster, who would definitely be sniggering right now over the fact that I said cum even though he was around long before Latin was invented and knows perfectly well that cum means with, Gabriel!

    So where is Gabriel right now? Did he really die - is he in Purgatory, or does he need to be reconstituted from his various component atoms, possibly with the help of a certain Indian goddess who still has his blood? Or has he been shirking any kind of moral responsibility and hiding out on a beach somewhere all this time, stubbornly not listening to any of the assorted sounds of chaos created by Winchester and angel and Leviathan around the world? Or does Metatron have him trapped after all, because he foolishly believes he can out-trick the Trickster?

    Or is he in an AU? Serving pina colada tofu to the cast and crew of SPN over lunch? Pretending to be married to his best friend for plot reasons? Stuck with a motley assortment of characters in a train that’s broken down in the middle of nowhere, with something trying to get in from outside? A demon god or dragon or powerful but lazy sorcerer in a fantasy world, who suddenly finds himself confronted by a fiercely stubborn human knight demanding to know what Gabriel did with his brother? Or did one of them just text the wrong number while drunk, and now they just keep right on texting?

    WRITE ALL THE THINGS you know you want to.

    Minimum requirements are 15k words for authors and one 500x500px piece of art (or 1-minute fanvid) for artists. Fic drafts are due mid-March and posting starts towards the end of April, so those of you signed up for DCBB or the lovely Sabriel big bang, there shouldn’t be too much of a clash there.

    FAQs, rules, and timeline are over here. To sign up as an author, please fill out this form, and this one for artists.

    And please - signal boost! Even if you aren’t into Gabriel, or don’t have the time, you might have some followers who do, and we always need lots and lots of lovely artists.

    Sign-ups begin: September 14, 2014 
    Writer sign-ups end: November 23, 2014 
    First check-in: January 6, 2015 
    Second check-in/post a snippet: February 1, 2015 
    Completed drafts and summaries due: March 15, 2015 
    Art sign-ups end: March 17, 2015 
    Art claims: March 18, 2015 
    Art drafts due: April 19, 2015 
    Posting begins on: April 26, 2015

    Reblogged from: gabrielbigbang
  7. Just signed up for the Gabriel Big Bang even though I only just finished the Debriel Mini Bang yesterday *sigh*

    Definitely going to write Debriel though, and there can never be enough Debriel in the world. Gabriel too, of course.

    Okay, yes, I am really excited.

  8. Reblogged from: sexyginger-fallen-angel
  9. It’s not blame that falls on you, Dean, it’s fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it.
                                                                        You have to stop it.
    Reblogged from: sexyginger-fallen-angel
  10. Title: Don’t Let Me Get Too Deep

    Author: Ivory_Angel99

    Artist: uke-sama

    Beta: necrora

    Rating: M

    Characters/Pairings: Dean/Gabriel, Dean/OC, Sam/Castiel, Michael, Lucifer

    Warnings: Adult language, torture and abuse, grace-bonding, suicidal thinking, alcohol abuse, minor blood and gore, references to sex, heavy angst

    Word Count: 79,355

    Summary: After Gabriel’s sacrifice, Dean can’t stop thinking or dreaming about him. When a hunt goes wrong, the archangel reveals himself not only to be alive, but also with the startling news that Dean is his charge. As if that weren’t enough, he claims that he accidentally grace-bonded with Dean while saving his life. It must be an accident too, because Dean knows there’s no way Gabriel would want anything to do with him if he had his own way. Full of self-loathing and guilt, Dean spends the next several months denying his complex relationship with Gabriel. Yet even when Dean accepts the archangel as both his guardian and his bond-mate, there are some who will do anything to dissect their bond and others who will stop at nothing to rip them apart in order to kick-start the apocalypse.

    A/N: Written for Debriel Mini Bang.

    Read on AO3.

    Check out the amazing art uke-sama has created for me at her journal. And make sure to check out the Debriel Mini Bang on LJ.

  11. Reblogged from: totallylesbians
  12. societyfucksusup:

    hollyxdunne:

    The things I would fucking do

    😍

    Reblogged from: sexyginger-fallen-angel
  13. Reblogged from: sexyginger-fallen-angel
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  15. waterbird13:

    They both wake up, sitting immediately upright, reaching for weapons buried under pillows when they hear the noise.

    "What the fuck?" Dean grumbles. They both get out of bed, padding silently across the room.

    "It’s okay," a voice says from the darkness. "It’s just me."

    "Cas?!" Sam asks incredulously. "What the hell?"

    "I tried to appear in the dark," he explains. "I…misestimated and knocked over a lamp upon my landing."

    "Why didn’t you angel mojo some lights on?" Dean asks, lowering his gun.

    "Because last time I attempted that, I accidentally witnessed you and your brother having sex, and I would like to avoid that in the future."

    Sam and Dean both blush, remembering the incident in question. “Right, uh…” Dean says. “We’re…going back to bed. To sleep, if you’re worried about your delicate angel sensibilities. Don’t break anything else.”

    Reblogged from: jaysisfeck
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