The Bunker
LightNews LightNews
banner
thebunker.bsky.social
The Bunker
@thebunker.bsky.social
73 followers 130 following 110 posts
"Official" page of the Sex, War & Peace Supernatural fanfiction series.

Here you'll find BTS content, featured artists from the series, previews, and much, much more!

patreon.com/pandorakiin

Banner: @jackiedeeart.bsky.social
Posts Replies Media Videos
Pinned
thebunker.bsky.social
The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · Oct 16
#Suptober25 Day Six • Campfire

A honeymoon preview of Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck

“Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you.”

www.tumblr.com/fictionsbypa...

#destiel #spnfanfic #spn #supernatural +
Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Day 6 • Campfire “Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you. Come let me love you. Come love me again.” Art by Winchester-Reload. ALT Text for her work is on the final panel of the post. Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck A Night in a Forest “Wow… would you look at that,” Dean said softly, gently taking the reins back and bringing Zeus to a gradual stop on the trail. Cas opened his eyes, jolting slightly, having almost unconsciously closed them when he’d lay his cheek to rest on Dean’s shoulder, letting his hat fall back to hang by the cinch string around his neck. The moment Cas had opened his eyes, tears of joy his eyelids were holding in immediately fell down both his cheeks. He looked to their sides, seeing nothing unusual. Looking ahead, Castiel blinked the water clouding his vision out of his eyes. The symmetry of it was perfect. The emerald pines lining either side of the path converged in perspective in a way that exactly mirrored the majestic mountain peak jutting up into the sky in the Continued… distance. There wasn’t a single wisp of cloud in the clear blue sky. A sight so strikingly picturesque in its simplistic perfection Castiel would never forget it. In a moment that near-stole his breath completely away, he understood why. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, exactly when I’m supposed to be there, Cas marveled. Pure blue skies; clear and bright blue eyes. Vibrant blue skies buoyed by seas of Earth-bound emerald pines, framing the perfect rhombus of the mountain: their copula and safe haven. Any doubts about what he was doing with his existence and why he was doing it that had managed to survive thus far, died in the instant he recognized the signpost for what it was. Cas brought his free hand away from Dean’s leg, wiping away tears on his cheeks with his palm. He cast his gaze skyward, seeking the serenity to regain control of himself. Here he was, an angel, a being who’d seen things—wonders—no human being would ever dream of, moved to tears over the beauty of the love in his hands and heart, the words of a song and a perfect visual moment in time. Dean felt Cas draw back, felt the breathing spasms in his chest and turned to look back over his left shoulder, giving Cas’ thigh a gentle rub. “All right back there?” There was no criticism or judgement to it, only affectionate concern. For his part, he was just too damned happy right now to shed a tear, but he had no doubt his time would come around soon enough. Laughing contentedly and shaking his head, Cas answered, “No. I’m exactly as I should be.” The tingling heat in his groin, hell, everywhere he was in contact with Dean, was enough to drive a man to madness. Add that sign to all this… Cas began laughing again. His response to all this was to shimmy himself just a little closer to Dean everywhere he could and hold him tighter. If Dean didn’t wind up bent forward over a fallen log and their spare saddle blanket before nightfall, no one on Earth or in Heaven would be more surprised than he. Cont'd… “We’re stopping for rest and water soon. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one losing your damned mind,” Dean said with confident reassurance. “Mmm. Give up yet?” Cas quipped, knowing full well what the gist of the answer would be. Dean’s devious chuckles answered the question before he ever opened his mouth. “Not by a long shot.” • Their campsite for the night lay a handful of miles beyond the midway point of their journey to the secret lakeside plateau. Dean had been here before and constructed a makeshift hitching post. A small shelter stood nearby that was open, but housed a rack designed to hold and dry their tack, offering their beast of burden respite from his cargo for the night. A hitching post and a spot to hang feed for the animal were there as well. Perhaps the most important part of his preparation: a squat but raised and flat wooden plank dais for the tent. Dean nudged Cas’ chin, hooked over his shoulder, where the angel had spent the last mile obediently blindfolded by eyelids alone. Any other sense he might’ve used to see? Well, Dean would just have to trust he’d closed those “eyes” as well. “Open your eyes.” He felt the moment it happened. Cas’ arms, clasped around his midsection, tightened, bringing their bodies even closer together. “You built this?” Cas asked, astonished. Nodding, Dean replied, “Sure did.” Letting his hand fall to hold Cas’ thigh close, Dean directed their travelling companion to the water’s edge. Castiel took in the lay of the land, amazed. The campsite was fifty yards back, above all but the highest of the flood lines marked into the earth on the banks of the creek. Perhaps three old growth pine trees had been felled to open up an alcove for the tent. Dean had built it all with wood from those giants. He’d cemented together a stone pit with a short wood bench on either side. Continued... Castiel’s gaze fell on patch of moss and grass that thinned out into pebbled dirt in the lee of a glacial boulder, ‘bout seven feet back from the pit, deposited there millennia ago, and worn into a kind of bowl shape. The far side of it sat much higher than the other. Zeus stood comfortably, dipping his nose into the water and taking a long, leisurely drink. Dean took his feet out of the stirrups and encouraged Cas do the same with a gentle nudge of the hand. The two let their legs hang loose off the horse’s sides, flexing their feet in preparation to stand on solid ground again. They stayed mounted until Zeus no longer seemed interested in having his nose in the water. Dean walked them back around toward the campsite, to ground even enough for a dismount. “After you.” Dean hooked up the assist strap and offered Cas his forearm as support while he climbed down. Keeping an eye on how well Cas found his feet, Dean smiled when he seemed to be faring well enough. “Feeling steady?” Cas nodded in response. He backed away, a little uneasy on his feet, but standing and moving well enough for a first-time rider. Dean let himself down with ease. Having long ago shed his jacket, Cas wandered back toward the creek bank, rolling up the sleeves of shirt, unbuttoning his waistcoat, loosening his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt. Kneeling on a dry, flat, wide stone in the shallows he brought a handful of clear, fresh water up to his face, rubbing the residual cool moisture in hand on the back of his neck. It felt good in the wake of the heat of the day and unending physical proximity. Two hands went into the water this time and pulled a splash of water up to his face and neck. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His elbows rested on his knees, hands dangling. Enjoying and soaking in the light and warmth of the waning sun for no reason more complicated than sheer joy tickling his heart, he let out a subdued bout of relieved laughter. Continued…
Reposted by The Bunker
pandorakiin.bsky.social
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.
November 2, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Reposted by The Bunker
szlez.bsky.social
Kinktober Day 24. Anal Sex & Gags

#destiel #gay #bdsm
#myart
October 25, 2025 at 2:50 AM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
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.
October 17, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
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.
October 18, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 18 | Seance
—
#suptober25 #spnfanart #castiel #deanwinchester
A digital illustration showing a house with a front porch. It’s in the lower left of the illustration. It’s nighttime but the lights are on at home. Above the house is a glowing eye looking up to the left, almost like it’s trying to find something. There are rainbow chromatic aberrations around it. Around the house are some pine trees. Further away and up in the sky is the true form of Castiel in a polygon assembly of light with a rainbow chromatic aberration. There is an eye looking down on the smaller one. There is dialogue from 4.01 of Supernatural where Pamela says “I invoke conjure and command… Castiel?” The next dialogue that not in the show but is in this illustration is Cas saying “don’t look at me” as he speaks to her wandering third eye. Pamela responds by saying “no, sorry Castiel I don’t scare easy” and Dean saying “Castiel?”
October 18, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 19 | Flying
—
#suptober25 #spnfanart #spnfandom #destiel
An illustration depicting Dean Winchester and Castiel from Supernatural. They are flying in the air with Cas’s wings outstretched around them. They are silhouetted against a bright full moon that is radiating. There are also stars in the sky and clouds in the foreground. The color tone of this illustration is blues and purples and deep pinks.
October 19, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 12 | Haunted
—
#suptober25 #spnfanart #spnfandom
A digital illustration depicting Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester ascending stone stairs up to a Victorian home. Two of the windows are illuminated in the night. There are some ghosts popping up in the windows Dean and Cas are looking up at the house while Sam looks off to his right to see three ghosts by a cross that marks a grave under a tree. It is also breezy.
October 20, 2025 at 8:30 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 21 | Ladies of SPN (The Winchesters)
—
#suptober25 #thewinchesters #supernatural #spnfanart #spnfandom
A picture featuring Millie, Latika, Mary, and Ada from The Winchesters. They are sitting around a table that is laid out with a big bowl of glowing green liquid that has lightning like plants shooting out of it. Latika is holding a smaller bowl with a smaller lightning like plant coming out of it. There are three candles, a notepad, a jar of incense sticks, and a platter of what looks like long leaves also on the table. Latika is looking at the bowl happy that something is coming out of it. Mary is next to her on Latika’s right (center of the image for us) looking at the bowls in amazement. Ada is on the far left of the illustration looking up at Millie Winchester who is standing behind Lata and Mary. Millie is looking fondly back at Ada. Ada has a hand that’s funneling something that looks like glowing sand into the bigger bowl. The green casts a green glow on their faces and shadows behind them.
October 22, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 22 | Under[the]cover
—
#suptober25 #destiel #spnfanart #spnfamily
An illustration depicting a bedroom at night. The color tone is dark browns and oranges. There are two windows in the back wall, one with the blinds drawn and another with the blinds half up. On the left window where the blinds are half up there is a pumpkin window lamp stuck to the glass by a suction cup. It’s the only source of light in the room. In the center of the photo there is a bed with two figures under a blanket, engaged in… elicit affairs. This is Dena and Cas from Supernatural. They are silhouetted by the lamp behind them and off to the left. The blanket is illuminated. Their bed is in disarray with another blanket haphazardly laying half on the bed and half on the ground. There is also a pillow on the ground. In the foreground is an end table with a lamp that’s off and a phone and a glass of water.
October 23, 2025 at 11:12 AM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 23 | Carnival
—
#suptober25 #spnfanart #spnfamily
An illustration depicting a giant house with a scary vintage looking clown face and its open mouth as the entrance. The windows are glowing and the house is green and everything looks a little wonky. It’s a funhouse but it’s a scary one and so the sign says “fear house”. There is a line of people waiting to go in. In the foreground is Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and Castiel. Dean has a smirk on his face as he points to the house saying “c’mon Sammy, don’t be a coward.” Sam has his back to us with his shoulders tight exclaiming “I’m not a coward!” Cas has his head turned looking up at the house.
October 25, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 24 | Cemetery
—
#suptober25 #spnfanart #spnfandom #supernatural
An illustration depicting a foggy cemetery. Castiel is looking up at an angel statue atop of a grave. The angel is crying in grief. He’s looking up at it curiously. Her wings are extended and so are his. There are random tombstones in the foreground and background. Behind Cas is Dean Winchester who is holding a shovel and looking at Cas. Below Dean is Sam in a freshly dug grave. Sam is looking annoyed at Dean not paying attention.
October 25, 2025 at 10:21 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 15 | Nightmare
—
#suptober25 #destiel #spnfanart
An image depicting Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are in a very nearly pitch black dark motel room. Dean is sitting on the bed with his back to us and hugging Cas who is standing up. They are in a comforting embrace with Cas’s halo providing a warm light around them.
October 16, 2025 at 10:33 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
wigglebox.bsky.social
Suptober - Day 12 | Sunrise/Sunset
—
#suptober25 #destiel #spnfanart #spnfamily
A digital illustration depicting Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are in the foreground leaning against the front of the impala. They are parked in a parking lot that’s overlooking a lake the lake is still and reflecting the sky, streets, and mountain in the distance. The sun is on the last bit of its setting and the sky is pink yellow orange and purple around the mountain. The side mountain that is facing the sun is gently lit. The water is more orange than the sky. There is a small bit of trees off to the right in front of the mountain and that is also reflected in the water. It is a peaceful scene.
October 12, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
szlez.bsky.social
Kinktober Day 21 - Rimming

#destiel #queer #rimming
October 21, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
liztmeuw.bsky.social
#destiel 🤭
July 16, 2025 at 7:55 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
frijolebean.bsky.social
😗💋💋
#destiel
May 9, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
frijolebean.bsky.social
They had to have hooked up between hunts, are you kidding?🤨
#destiel
May 21, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
lizleeships.bsky.social
I’m having a destiel kinda day archiveofourown.org/works/72886411
Winchester Gospel Derivatives - lizleenimbus - Supernatural (TV 2005) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
October 21, 2025 at 7:05 PM
thebunker.bsky.social
One of my favourite lines I've written for this story:

"Their lips came together for a lasting kiss and in those long moments one of almighty God’s angels found himself in a Heaven of a simple man’s making."

#SexWarAndPeace #NeverNeverland #Destiel #TheySilencedThem #SPNSeason16 #SPN #Supernatural
October 18, 2025 at 6:28 PM
thebunker.bsky.social
#Brokebacknatural XD
October 18, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
frijolebean.bsky.social
#destiel
August 31, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
frijolebean.bsky.social
Where my Wing kink people at?
#destiel
October 14, 2025 at 5:17 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
frijolebean.bsky.social
Redrew that one drawing with his wings cause I didn't like it
#destiel #deancas
May 11, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Reposted by The Bunker
thebunker.bsky.social
#Suptober25 Day Six • Campfire

A honeymoon preview of Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck

“Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you.”

www.tumblr.com/fictionsbypa...

#destiel #spnfanfic #spn #supernatural +
Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Day 6 • Campfire “Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you. Come let me love you. Come love me again.” Art by Winchester-Reload. ALT Text for her work is on the final panel of the post. Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck A Night in a Forest “Wow… would you look at that,” Dean said softly, gently taking the reins back and bringing Zeus to a gradual stop on the trail. Cas opened his eyes, jolting slightly, having almost unconsciously closed them when he’d lay his cheek to rest on Dean’s shoulder, letting his hat fall back to hang by the cinch string around his neck. The moment Cas had opened his eyes, tears of joy his eyelids were holding in immediately fell down both his cheeks. He looked to their sides, seeing nothing unusual. Looking ahead, Castiel blinked the water clouding his vision out of his eyes. The symmetry of it was perfect. The emerald pines lining either side of the path converged in perspective in a way that exactly mirrored the majestic mountain peak jutting up into the sky in the Continued… distance. There wasn’t a single wisp of cloud in the clear blue sky. A sight so strikingly picturesque in its simplistic perfection Castiel would never forget it. In a moment that near-stole his breath completely away, he understood why. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, exactly when I’m supposed to be there, Cas marveled. Pure blue skies; clear and bright blue eyes. Vibrant blue skies buoyed by seas of Earth-bound emerald pines, framing the perfect rhombus of the mountain: their copula and safe haven. Any doubts about what he was doing with his existence and why he was doing it that had managed to survive thus far, died in the instant he recognized the signpost for what it was. Cas brought his free hand away from Dean’s leg, wiping away tears on his cheeks with his palm. He cast his gaze skyward, seeking the serenity to regain control of himself. Here he was, an angel, a being who’d seen things—wonders—no human being would ever dream of, moved to tears over the beauty of the love in his hands and heart, the words of a song and a perfect visual moment in time. Dean felt Cas draw back, felt the breathing spasms in his chest and turned to look back over his left shoulder, giving Cas’ thigh a gentle rub. “All right back there?” There was no criticism or judgement to it, only affectionate concern. For his part, he was just too damned happy right now to shed a tear, but he had no doubt his time would come around soon enough. Laughing contentedly and shaking his head, Cas answered, “No. I’m exactly as I should be.” The tingling heat in his groin, hell, everywhere he was in contact with Dean, was enough to drive a man to madness. Add that sign to all this… Cas began laughing again. His response to all this was to shimmy himself just a little closer to Dean everywhere he could and hold him tighter. If Dean didn’t wind up bent forward over a fallen log and their spare saddle blanket before nightfall, no one on Earth or in Heaven would be more surprised than he. Cont'd… “We’re stopping for rest and water soon. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one losing your damned mind,” Dean said with confident reassurance. “Mmm. Give up yet?” Cas quipped, knowing full well what the gist of the answer would be. Dean’s devious chuckles answered the question before he ever opened his mouth. “Not by a long shot.” • Their campsite for the night lay a handful of miles beyond the midway point of their journey to the secret lakeside plateau. Dean had been here before and constructed a makeshift hitching post. A small shelter stood nearby that was open, but housed a rack designed to hold and dry their tack, offering their beast of burden respite from his cargo for the night. A hitching post and a spot to hang feed for the animal were there as well. Perhaps the most important part of his preparation: a squat but raised and flat wooden plank dais for the tent. Dean nudged Cas’ chin, hooked over his shoulder, where the angel had spent the last mile obediently blindfolded by eyelids alone. Any other sense he might’ve used to see? Well, Dean would just have to trust he’d closed those “eyes” as well. “Open your eyes.” He felt the moment it happened. Cas’ arms, clasped around his midsection, tightened, bringing their bodies even closer together. “You built this?” Cas asked, astonished. Nodding, Dean replied, “Sure did.” Letting his hand fall to hold Cas’ thigh close, Dean directed their travelling companion to the water’s edge. Castiel took in the lay of the land, amazed. The campsite was fifty yards back, above all but the highest of the flood lines marked into the earth on the banks of the creek. Perhaps three old growth pine trees had been felled to open up an alcove for the tent. Dean had built it all with wood from those giants. He’d cemented together a stone pit with a short wood bench on either side. Continued... Castiel’s gaze fell on patch of moss and grass that thinned out into pebbled dirt in the lee of a glacial boulder, ‘bout seven feet back from the pit, deposited there millennia ago, and worn into a kind of bowl shape. The far side of it sat much higher than the other. Zeus stood comfortably, dipping his nose into the water and taking a long, leisurely drink. Dean took his feet out of the stirrups and encouraged Cas do the same with a gentle nudge of the hand. The two let their legs hang loose off the horse’s sides, flexing their feet in preparation to stand on solid ground again. They stayed mounted until Zeus no longer seemed interested in having his nose in the water. Dean walked them back around toward the campsite, to ground even enough for a dismount. “After you.” Dean hooked up the assist strap and offered Cas his forearm as support while he climbed down. Keeping an eye on how well Cas found his feet, Dean smiled when he seemed to be faring well enough. “Feeling steady?” Cas nodded in response. He backed away, a little uneasy on his feet, but standing and moving well enough for a first-time rider. Dean let himself down with ease. Having long ago shed his jacket, Cas wandered back toward the creek bank, rolling up the sleeves of shirt, unbuttoning his waistcoat, loosening his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt. Kneeling on a dry, flat, wide stone in the shallows he brought a handful of clear, fresh water up to his face, rubbing the residual cool moisture in hand on the back of his neck. It felt good in the wake of the heat of the day and unending physical proximity. Two hands went into the water this time and pulled a splash of water up to his face and neck. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His elbows rested on his knees, hands dangling. Enjoying and soaking in the light and warmth of the waning sun for no reason more complicated than sheer joy tickling his heart, he let out a subdued bout of relieved laughter. Continued…
October 16, 2025 at 12:22 AM
thebunker.bsky.social
Art by the unparalleled @jackiedeeart.bsky.social. 💙💚

Find Jackie's art here:
Tumblr:
winchester-reload.tumblr.com/post/6558015...
Instagram:
www.instagram.com/p/CQ6g9CXNuTc
Her store:
jackiedeeart.com/shop

#destiel #spn #suptober25 #supernatural #spnfanfic #spnfanart #deanwinchester #castiel
October 16, 2025 at 12:39 AM