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Merry Beachmas Words: 3k Rated: T

Holiday 2024 mittens fic, featuring new holidays that still somehow go sideways, making it up as we go, found family, and toes in the sand!

It's set in the Evergreen 'verse, but it does stand alone as post-canon general happy holiday fluff fic :)

Read it now on AO3, or below the cut right here:

None of this was in the detailed plans they'd made five weeks ago. Jody had insisted they all were required to report in for a real family thanksgiving dinner. Not just the Winchester clan, but their entire extended network of friends and found family. Nobody objected, of course. It was a universally beloved idea. They all had a hell of a lot to be thankful for.

Nobody honestly could’ve predicted that gathering several dozen severely traumatized folks to break bread (and half a dozen pies) would’ve led to some general airing of grievances. That was supposed to be an entirely different holiday, after all. But in a world where so many holidays seemed to all tie directly back to Chuck and his own self-aggrandizing story, it naturally followed that while the idea of spending a holiday with the whole family like this was universally beloved and a tradition they absolutely wanted to continue as often as possible, they just didn’t think that the specific holiday of Christmas was necessarily the right way to go about that anymore.

“Well,” Garth said as they sat around the massive makeshift table assembled in Jody’s backyard after a long and leisurely meal. “If you still want a reason for the season that’s got nothing to do with Chuck, you can always make it about something else.”

Dean sat up in his chair so fast he nearly knocked over Cas’s beer on the edge of the table beside him. He looked over at Cas as he scrambled to catch his drink, and just stared at him for a second.

“You said it yourself, Cas.”

“I’ve said a lot of things, Dean.” Cas sat back in his chair, slightly aggrieved and this time holding on to his drink since Dean seemed to be gripped by one of this wild notions. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

Dean snorted out a laugh and shook his head as he sat back with his own beer cradled in his hands. His momentary wave of realization had congealed into a proper idea, though. He grinned around at the expectant faces of his friends before finally turning back to Cas.

“We’re making it up as we go, right?”

It took Cas a second to remember the exact moment Dean was talking about, but the instant he did, he understood what Dean was getting at. Sticking it to Chuck all over again.

“We can make up our own holiday.”

Dean nodded sincerely and took a sip of his drink. “Screw all Chuck's holly jolly crap. We need a toes in the sand kind of holiday.”

After a moment of silence, Garth asked, “So are we talking about a Caribbean cruise or is this strictly a sandbox event?”

Dean shrugged. “No sand out in the middle of the ocean. I was thinking more Cancun, less cruising. Maybe one of those all inclusive resort type deals, where we don’t gotta worry about anything for a week.”

“And you’re footin’ the bill, right?” Donna asked, waving a hand around the table at the crowd of interested onlookers all thinking this was just a slightly tipsy pipe dream and not the foundations of a real plan. “Those places don’t come cheap, especially during the winter break season.”

Charlie waved a dismissive hand. “Financing it isn’t an issue. If everyone’s in, we will make it happen.”

“Well, in that case,” Claire said, smirking at Kaia, “count us in for beachmas.”

Hours later when they finally took their leave from Jody’s house, arms full of leftovers, their plans had completely come together. Dean proclaimed effusive thanks to each and every person present, and then spent half the drive back to the bunker lovingly detailing all the amenities at the resort Charlie had booked them all into. After a few hours, Sam had grumpily complained from the back seat, half asleep and truly wishing he was entirely asleep.

“Don’t forget this still involves air travel, Dean.”

Dean glanced nervously at Cas beside him on the front seat. Cas simply stared calmly out the front window, lulled into a contented state by a full belly and the sound of Dean’s happy excitement pattering on as he drove. Dean swallowed hard. That had been the one part of this whole harebrained trip that he’d really been trying not to think too much about. Cas understood, though. He reached over and patted Dean’s knee reassuringly.

“I will be right there with you, and nothing bad will happen on the airplane, Dean.”

“Yeah,” Dean said weakly, gripping the steering wheel just a bit harder as Sam finally, blessedly had enough silence in the car to doze off.

Over the next few weeks, they’d fallen back into their usual patterns. There were a few odd hunts that kept them occupied, but while they were home in the bunker, Dean had been getting visibly more excited about their impending trip. He brought out his best tamale recipe— the one that had even impressed the old Death— and it had equally impressed even Sam. And that wasn’t the only Mexican delicacy that Dean had tried to perfect in the kitchen. By the time the day of their trip neared, Sam had actually suggested they might all be let down by the food at the resort after Dean had spoiled them so thoroughly.

Three days before Beachmas was set to begin— because of course Dean had adopted Claire’s name for their new holiday— Dean got a call from Krissy Chambers. He hadn’t heard from her in years, and had honestly assumed she and her little gang of hunters had gotten themselves out of the game. When he saw her name on his phone, he did a double take before answering.

“Krissy, hey, long time no see,” he said, as Sam made a startled face when he realized who Dean was talking to.

“Dean, it’s actually really good to hear your voice,” she said, sounding relieved.

Her tone was so rough that Dean was immediately on alert. He instantly went from being ready to casually tease her, or even invite her and her gang to the Beachmas Party, to being ready to draw the nearest weapon and rush to her aid. Unfortunately, that was actually what she needed from him.

“So you don’t call, don’t write, and then after what… six or seven years out of the blue you finally remember we exist?” Dean asked, putting her on speaker for Sam and Cas. “Shit must really be going down. What do you need?”

Krissy snorted. “Yeah, well, it’s not like you kept in touch much, either. I hear you’ve been a little busy taking down God and all, though, so I guess I can give you a pass.”

Dean laughed out loud. “Thanks for that.”

“No, thank you,” Krissy replied earnestly. “Though if you’d just let it all stay gone, I wouldn’t be here to accidentally trip all over whatever Christmas plans you may have had.”

“We don’t do Christmas anymore,” Cas said. “We celebrate Beachmas now.”

Krissy was silent for a moment, either trying to parse out what that meant, or else trying to figure out who exactly had said that. Dean saved her from having to do either.

“Yeah, that’s Cas. I guess you’re about to meet him, if you need our help with something. But he’s right. We gave up all Chuck’s old holidays and we’re inventing our own.”

Dean’s explanation only seemed to give Krissy more questions, which wasn’t ideal considering they still hadn’t learned why she’d called in the first place.

“Oooohkay? That sounds great and all, but I could still use a hand with a couple rogue ghouls out here.”

Dean glanced at Cas, and then at Sam.

“Where exactly is here?”

“About thirty miles north of Missoula, Montana. I can send you the exact coordinates.”

“Hey, Krissy,” Sam finally said. “It’s Sam. Are you still hunting with your friends, or are you on your own now?”

“Hi, Sam, and yes, Aidan and Josephine are still hunting with me most of the time, but Aidan’s been laid up with a broken foot after our last hunt, and Josephine’s handling a haunting down in Taos and can’t make it up here for another few days. I thought I could handle a measly little ghoul stirring up trouble, but three people have gone missing since I got here, and I’m pretty sure it’s more than one ghoul doing the snatching.”

Dean sighed, rubbing his face. “Well at least it’s not vetala this time.”

Krissy snorted. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have come alone if I’d thought it was.”

“Alrighty then,” Dean said, making the executive decision to abandon their dinner and leave Sam to do the dishes. “Cas and I will be out there by sunup. Text me where you want to meet up, and we’ll see you there.”

“Really? Just like that?” Krissy asked, as Sam expressed a minor disappointment looking around the kitchen at their taco bar mess.

“Just like that,” Dean replied. “Hang tight, and try to stay off the ghoul radar for the night.”

“Will do. And thank you.”

Dean hung up, put his phone in his pocket, and then clapped his hands down on the table as he stood up.

“Come on, Cas. We got packing to do.”

“Weren’t we supposed to be packing for Cancun?” he asked, but dutifully followed Dean to their room.

“It’s just a couple of ghouls. We’ll be back in plenty of time to catch our flight,” Dean replied, trying not to visibly shudder at the mention of their impending air travel. He really had been doing better about it. Having a month to psych himself up for it had actually helped.

Sam snorted behind them in the kitchen. “You better be back in time,” he grumbled.

Of course they weren’t back in time. Which brings us back to where this story began.

“If you hadn’t given Krissy our hotel room in Cancun, there’s a chance we still could’ve made it,” Cas told him as the two of them trudged back through the forest after slaughtering a ghoul family of five, slightly disheveled and smelling strongly of the bonfire they'd built to dispose of the ghouls.

Dean grumbled a little at that and hefted his gear bag over his shoulder, but he could always get Charlie to book them another room. They’d already had this argument when Dean had sent Krissy south to collect Aidan and Josephine on her way to Mexico the day before. Now that they were alone, and a light snow had begun to fall, Dean stopped and turned to Cas.

“We handled the hunt fine without her,” Dean said. “Admit it, she was too banged up to hike out here with us,” he added, waving a hand around the dense forest and rocky terrain. “She wasn’t much better off than Aidan with his busted foot.”

Cas sighed, finally relenting. “And our family trip was the perfect time to bring her back into the family.”

Dean draped an arm over Cas’s shoulder and laughed as they continued their march back to civilization.

“No time like the holidays, right?”

“Especially the holidays we just invented,” Cas replied.

By the time they made it back to where they’d left the car, it was snowing harder. Dean turned on the radio to try and catch a local weather report. Snow had blanketed the entire region, and wasn’t expected to let up for days. Roads were precarious, and some had even closed, and the weather man advised people to stay home at least until the worst of the storm had passed. Dean frowned at the radio, calculating the odds that they’d be able to make it back to Kansas ahead of the blizzard. It hadn’t looked too hopeful. He turned to Cas, who to Dean’s surprise looked perfectly content despite the potentially catastrophic news.

“So maybe we’re not gonna make our flight,” he said, and then laughed nervously.

Cas turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “You weren’t looking forward to getting on an airplane anyway.”

“Not particularly, no,” Dean said, frowning both at the fact that Cas seemed so calm about this potential vacation ruining travesty, but also at the fact that he may have a reprieve from getting on a plane. There was also a matter of probably not getting to lounge on a beach in Cancun with Cas at his side and a fancy drink in a coconut in his hand. With that specific lament front and center in his mind, he made a sincere admission. “But I was looking forward to everything else. Flying for that would’ve been worth it.”

Cas shrugged. “Charlie can probably get us on another flight in a few days. We can still get there in time to spend several days with everyone else.”

When Dean’s mood didn’t visibly improve, Cas leaned in close, his shoulder bumping Dean’s. “We could extend our stay past when the rest of the family has left and enjoy a few days on the beach by ourselves.”

Dean blinked at him, and Cas just stayed exactly where he was, looking up at him with knowing eyes. Dean gave him a kiss, surprising Cas, and then laughed as he pulled out his keys and started the car.

“Okay then. You get Charlie on the phone and explain what happened. Get her on the job of finding us another flight as soon as possible.” As he pulled out onto the road, he added, “Whatever you do, don’t call Sam first. He’s just gonna bitch about us bailing on flying.”

Cas nodded, understanding. “He can’t bitch if we already have new tickets.”

Dean shrugged, turning off the highway toward the one place nearby he knew he could hunker down for a couple days. They hadn’t been out to Rufus’s old cabin in a while, but it would shelter them well enough from the oncoming storm.

“He probably will anyway, but at least by the time we get down there, he’ll have had a few days in paradise to get over it.”

Cas was off the phone with Charlie by the time Dean pulled up to the little market in Whitefish, just a few miles from the cabin. They stocked up on food, and Dean even picked up a bottle of ready to drink margaritas. When Cas side-eyed him, and the obnoxiously pink bottle, Dean just shrugged.

“If we can’t drink one out of a coconut on the beach tomorrow, we’re gonna do the next best thing.”

As they were paying, Dean noticed a display of winter road supplies by the door, including large bags of sand to be used as grit to spread on ice. He dashed over and grabbed one, tossing it down on the counter with a thud. A small amount of sand escaped the bag and left a mess on the counter. The cashier, wearing a festive santa hat with a flashing holly garland pinned to it, made a pointedly un-festive face at him. Dean just grinned back as the guy scanned the bag and added it to their total.

“Merry beachmas,” Dean told the bewildered clerk as they carried their purchases out into the cold.

Half an hour later, holed up at the cabin, Dean had a roaring fire going as Cas finally came out of the bathroom having showered and changed into clothes that weren’t stained with ghoul goo and mud. On the floor between the sofa and the fireplace, Dean had dumped the entire fifty pound bag of sand into a little makeshift beach. Cas just stared at him for a second like Dean had lost his mind. Dean just grinned back like he’d had the best idea ever.

“I thought the sand was to gain traction over icy roads,” Cas said, as he slowly made his way toward their indoor beach, stopping to pull off his socks before stepping onto the sand.

Dean shrugged and handed Cas a margarita, poured into a plastic cup full of freshly fallen snow to chill it. It was more like a margarita-flavored slushie than anything they probably served at the resort, but it was good enough for their wintry celebration.

“It probably will be in a couple days, but for now it’s Winchester Beach.”

Cas just stood there looking down at his less-than-tropically prepared beverage as Dean flopped down on the sofa. Dean patted the seat beside him, and Cas finally stepped onto the sand, enjoying the feeling of his feet sinking down in it more than he’d expected to. He blinked at Dean.

“I can see why you enjoy walking on the beach now,” Cas said as he sat down and curled his toes down into the warm sand.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, and it’s even better when it’s been baking under the hot sun for a few hours.”

Cas lifted his foot and frowned down at all the sand granules that clung to his skin. He wiggled his toes and watched sand rain down onto the floor. “It’s very messy, though.”

Dean shrugged, taking a sip of his drink and stretching his legs out toward the fire. “Yeah, it kinda gets in everything. It’s still not as bad as glitter. Or pine needles.”

“So you don’t mind not having a traditional Christmas tree? All the holiday rituals of your childhood?”

Dean sighed, pulling Cas in close and settling in for a long few days in their own private paradise.

“What I miss is being with everyone we care about. But we’ll be there in a few days. Until then, I get to be here, with you.” After a moment’s thought, he added, “Plus my childhood kinda sucked anyway.”

Cas snorted out a laugh and leaned back into Dean.

“I’m glad to be here with you now,” he said. “Though I think next beachmas, we need to avoid going off on hunts where there’s a chance we’ll get snowed in and miss our flight.”

Dean grinned at him. “So you’re already planning on celebrating again next year?”

“That is how holidays work, right?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, that’s how they work,” Dean replied with a sigh. “Merry beachmas, Cas.”

link to the ao3 version for all your kudos and comments needs

#shameless self promotion #it's holiday time! :D

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Some very eloquent notes on violence as a necessity for resistance.

#us politics #because this is where we live now apparently and we need far more of this #white men need to stand up and shame the fuck outta these creeps #because the rest of us cannot do this #though as i age i am settling into my Old White Lady persona that has slightly more power to do shit like this...#this shitheels do not like being yelled at by grandma™

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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i was just looking at my annual writing statistics and lamenting how little fic i was able to write this year. it made me sad... but it's also pushed me to finally really get back to writing more fic in the new year.

i posted a heck of a lot of words on ao3, but the vast majority of them were my spngeorg notes. i realized HOW MUCH of my writing time went into that project, and how much of my brain has been devoted to just feeling bad that I hadn't continued it, rather than using the time freed up by not doing the weekly podcast to actually, you know, write fiction.

I spent about 30 hours a week on the podcast, until i completely burned myself out on it. maybe someday i'll go back and finish the series, but for now, i really want to go back to my first love. so next year (and starting now actually) i want to get back to using all that time and energy for writing fic.

let's hope 2025 is gloriously fic-filled!

(i'll post my yearly wrap-up next week, probably. this was just a little lament to prod me in the right direction) :')

#my life as a sad sad fangirl

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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What drew them to each other is that they were both willing to do reprehensible things.

Whether it's to save their own skins, to save their families, to carry out a plan... They're naturally fucked up in the same pragmatic way.

But they can BE their full, "flawed, petty evil creatures" in full light of the other.

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DUNDUNDUN SAM WAS JUST WAITING FOR HER TO TURN AWAY WHAT A BASTARD

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She should've gotten to KILL him at least once, I think. Just to further make their bond weirder.

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"Don't struggle," she says.

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ALSO.

I like to watch the unraveling futility of their ambitions. Rowena, Crowley, and Sam were all united by wanting status and ambition to help them escape "a rigged game."

"And it took everything from me, everyone I love-- my family."

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BOOM. There it is.

See, Rowena sees the lengths Sam will go, and she actually RESPECTS it.

Their relationship is built on the comfort of understanding WHY they're willing to gut each other AND each other's loved ones. Strong feelings that they try to dissociate themselves from.

They use their smarts and ruthlessness to protect themselves and their loved ones at all costs.

And they both want to change.

"You were never gonna kill him. There was a time you would've. But not now."

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There is such an--an OPENNESS about the bad things they've done, and Sam needs that in his life.

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And in season 15, Rowena knows that Sam wouldn't have been able to kill her at the end there... not unless she guided his hand and helped him.

#samwitch #i still yell about this constantly in real life lol #spn 13.19

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Presents

Prompt 12 for HOLIDAYS WITH THE WINCHESTERS by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Prompt 1. Family Reunion

Prompt 2. Tradition

Prompt 3. Snowflakes

Prompt 4. Candy

Prompt 5. Scrooge

Prompt 6. Merry

Prompt 7. Stocking Stuffer

Prompt 8. Winter

Prompt 9. Holy

Prompt 10. Ribbon

Prompt 11. Bells

Taglist.

Pls DM me if you want to be added to tag list or removed from it.

@aniona29, @cosmiccowboycass, @denimshortsdean, @dotti55, @famouskidangel, @markofcastiel , @malicmalic , @meeshsen , @shipsawayandusuallygay, @squirrelsarecool, @strawlessandbraless , @writteninthestarsinyoureyes .

#spn fanart #destiel

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Fun fact: That common “fun fact” about white chocolate not being real chocolate is WRONG.

The FDA changed this years ago. Maybe a decade ago?

Before, to be legally called chocolate, something had to have both cocoa butter and cocoa solids. So legally, in the US at least, white chocolate didn’t qualify. The problem is, this left real white chocolate in the exact same category as “confectionary coating” and “white baking chips” and all the other names given to crap that is just shortening plus sugar with no cocoa butter. There was no legal distinction.

Now, under the general heading of “cacao products,” white, milk, and “sweet” (which includes semisweet and bittersweet) chocolates each get their own definition (along with several other products like cocoa), and white chocolate must be made up of at least 20% cocoa butter by weight. There is a list of other acceptable ingredients (like milk and sugar), and partially hydrogenated oils are not listed at all.

So now if something is labeled white chocolate, it really has to be white chocolate, made with cocoa butter instead of shortening.

If you think you hate white chocolate, make sure you’ve tried the real thing before you pass judgment - it’s still too sweet for a lot of dark chocolate fans (though better brands are less sweet), but it’s nice and creamy and way better than the fake stuff, which is just nasty. Real white chocolate is ivory/cream-colored - if something is pure white, that’s made with shortening.

#chocolate #yep... mostly it's too sweet for me to eat by itself #but in recipes? it's heavenly

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Crooked Halo

Crooked Halo by AmberXBoone || @corrupt-touch Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5.2k

Dean and Cas take out a vampire nest on a hunt that almost goes all wrong when Dean is badly injured. Cas lets Dean take his grace to heal him, and they spend the next couple of days getting closer than ever before.

Here we go, your Friday dose of porn without much plot, other than the absolute unbridled neediness these two have for each other overshadowing everything else as usual. And this one has spicy art!

Believe me when I tell you that this canon divergent fic has a little of everything: church sex, Dean drinking Cas’s grace, and even sex on the Impala, a classic. I love the idea that these two want each other more than anything else, and not only that, but their need for each other sustains them, until it all spills out in three chapters where they clash together beautifully.

Believe me when I say you can’t miss this, but please, don’t open this one at work, unless your work is cool with steamy destiel art and if that’s the case… Are they hiring? Asking for a bunch of us.

#spn fanfic #destiel #ooh

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Ok this is kinda funny but imagine being surrounded by people who sound like this. The French language was a mistake in the first place but combining it with English…. abomination

#laugh rule

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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2024 Year in Review

In the Year of Our SPN Obsession 2024, I once again wrote a lot of fic. I hope you enjoyed reading some of it, or that you will check out some of these works now that we're leaving the collective insanity of this year behind. I loved writing every single one of these stories and cherished the opportunity to collaborate with so many incredible artists. Here's to doing it all again in 2025!

Monsters and Men (50,783 words)

Summary: With Dad dead and Azazel out of the picture, Dean has been feeling depressed and directionless. Sam is pushing them from hunt to hunt, but Dean is starting to wonder what it’s all for.

When a shapeshifter case takes them to a small town in North Carolina, life takes a sudden turn for the better. The shapeshifter has been impersonating Castiel Novak, a handsome employee at the local science museum who has Dean thinking unusual thoughts about dating and settling down.

But Dean soon discovers that nothing about this case is straightforward. Getting to the truth will mean challenging his most deeply held assumptions — and discovering the true meaning of love.

With art by @seidenapfel

The Christmas Angel (7,534 words)

Summary: One lonely Christmas, Dean picks up an ornament: a small angel that reminds him of his mother. Over the years, the ornament becomes a fixture of his life, keeping him company through many difficult years.

For Castiel, the ornament takes on its own meaning - a reminder of the sort of life he wants and can never have.

Will the Christmas angel ever get a chance to take its rightful place at the top of a family tree?

With art by @witchy-worm

Code of Silence (56,842 words)

Summary: Hollywood, 1955: LAPD Officer Dean Winchester doesn’t mind throwing a punch or fudging the evidence if it means getting wife beaters and cold-blooded criminals behind bars. That approach doesn’t sit too well with his younger brother and colleague Sam, who’s been making enemies at the LAPD with his straight-laced, by-the-book philosophy.

Between trying to keep up with the job and looking out for his brother, Dean doesn’t have much time for happiness. Not until he meets Castiel, a handsome escort who is everything Dean never knew he wanted. Unfortunately, Castiel is also caught up in a criminal conspiracy that reaches far into the LAPD itself.

To expose the department’s corruption and save Castiel, Dean and Sam will have to put aside their differences — and reckon with a dark secret in their family’s past.

With art by @rezal-art

Taking Our Time (12,453 words)

Summary: It took getting into Heaven for Dean and Cas to finally express their feelings.

Or did it? When Jack frees all the deserving and penitent angels from the Empty, Uriel reveals that there’s a significant gap in Dean and Cas’ memory: the first time they found their way to each other. It happened all the way back in 2009, when Dean was fresh from Hell and Cas was just beginning to have doubts.

When Uriel returns those missing memories, Dean and Cas have some reckoning to do.

Based on art by @witchy-worm

This Impossible Happiness (50,548 words)

Summary: In one universe, Dean Winchester is pushing thirty. He’s just danced at his little brother’s wedding, he likes his job at the garage, and he goes on the occasional hunt with friends and family. He’s also desperately lonely for someone to share his life with. One day, he finds a mysterious package outside his door. It contains a news clipping about an urban legend that just might be real, and a book by Professor Castiel Novak, who happens to specialize in that same urban legend.

In another universe, Castiel Novak’s roadside motel is slowly dying, its business hollowed out by the interstate system. Dean Winchester, the man who asked him to run away together years ago, is only a painful regret these days. Until the day a mysterious letter Castiel doesn’t remember writing brings Dean back to his doorstep.

Out there in the multiverse, a man and an angel look for each other in all the wrong places. In the meantime, they might as well help a few other versions of themselves figure things out.

With art by @hawkland

Dean and Castiel vs. Evil (31,451 words)

Summary: Castiel is trying to survive a camping trip in the Appalachians with his annoying fraternity brothers. At a nearby cabin, Dean is trying to clean up the remains of his and Sam’s recent vamp hunt. Both Dean and Castiel wouldn’t mind exploring their mutual attraction.

But there’s a problem: due to a series of misunderstandings, Castiel’s friends are convinced that Dean and Sam are serial killers. The fact that Castiel's friends keep dying in increasingly grisly ways doesn't help matters. Is there really a killer on the loose? And will Dean and Cas ever manage to score some alone time?

Based on art by @xfancyfranart

The Dean Show (96,919 words)

Summary: Since birth, Dean Smith has been the star of a TV show, surrounded by actors pretending to be his friends and family — but he doesn’t know it. When actor Castiel Novak is cast as Dean’s new best friend, the two fall in love, and events quickly spiral out of control.

Desperate to free Dean, Castiel enters into an alliance with Dean's real family and a few other behind-the-scenes supporters. But will The Dean Show’s creator, Chuck Shurley, ever let his protagonist go?

The Nature of Light (28,271 words)

Summary: Castiel belongs to a brotherhood of monks that worships the Light, a powerful deity standing in opposition to the Darkness. All his life, Castiel has been taught that witches worship the Darkness and are therefore the brotherhood’s natural enemies. Never mind the fact that the only witch Castiel has ever met is Dean Winchester, who was kind to Castiel when he needed help and has been the subject of Castiel’s most carefully hidden dreams ever since.

One day, a foundling child turns up on the brotherhood’s doorstep and is entrusted to Castiel’s care. When the child, Jack, begins to display signs of magical powers, Castiel knows what he must do: leave the brotherhood behind and trust that Dean will help him once more.

With art by @hexentaenzerin

Cas in Toyland (8,738 words)

Summary: Castiel is the shield. He is the guardian. He’s a ten-inch crocheted doll living with the Creator (also known as “Becky” or “Mom” or “hot stuff” depending on who addresses her) and her family.

When Castiel’s owner, Becky Junior, claims that Castiel is lonely and asks her mother for a Dean doll to keep him company, Castiel can barely contain his excitement. He’s always wanted to meet the man who seems so intriguing in the Supernatural books.

But when Dean actually joins Becky Junior’s collection of toys, getting alone time with him proves quite difficult — thanks to Dean’s well-meaning brother Sam and a pair of Dalek dolls intent on causing constant havoc.

Based on crotchet dolls and with photography by @doctorprofessorsong

Corner House of Horror (6,444 words)

Summary: Dean is doing fine. Sure, the safety record at his place of employment, the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, is pretty bad. Also, he’s starting to suspect his baby daughter is a homicidal maniac. But at least he’s got an amazing, sexy husband, a smart-as-a-whip kid brother and an older daughter whose pranks are pretty damn good. (That time she turned Cas’ hair blue while he slept was hilarious.)

But then people start hearing strange noises inside the corner house on Evergreen Terrace. Soon, it falls to Dean and his family to reveal a dastardly plot by evil power plant owner Dick Roman.

With art by @rezal-art

The Perfect Woman (5,448 words)

Summary: When Daphne Allen discovers that her vanished husband Emmanuel is in fact the angel Castiel and is happily dating a man named Dean Winchester, she decides to take revenge.

Step 1: Create a living replica of Carmen Porter, Dean Winchester’s perfect woman from a past djinn dream. Step 2: Watch Castiel’s relationship with Dean fall apart and dance on its ashes.

What Daphne didn’t consider is that Dean is immune to Carmen’s charms these days — and that Daphne herself is not.

Based on art by @kayliemalinza

The Long and Winding Road (13,230 words)

Summary: 1970: Sixteen years have passed since Dean and Castiel parted ways — separated after years of loving each other quietly and secretly at the boarding school they both attended.

Life took them along two very different paths, with Dean drifting across the country for years while Castiel launched a career in academia at Princeton. But now, a twist of fate is set to reunite them: as teachers at the same school where it all began.

Will they be able to find their way back to each other, or is it too late to start all over again?

With art by @thestarsmakemedream-art

Behind Enemy Lines (30,721 words)

Summary: 1936: Dean Winchester and Lord Castiel Milton have shared a quiet, contented life at Milton Hall ever since they met while flying covert missions together during the Great War.

But when Dean’s brother Sam, a scientist working for the American government, disappears during his honeymoon in Germany, Dean and Castiel take it upon themselves to rescue him and his wife Jess from the clutches of the German secret police.

Along the way, they meet danger, adventure, unexpected friends and an old enemy — all while grappling with the growing darkness of the Nazi regime.

Based on art by @artycee

Bullshit (35,468 words)

Summary: Cas is back from the Empty, and things are fine. Dean told Cas he loves him too, but also that he doesn’t want to be more than friends. (Which is a lie, but seems like the safer choice if he wants to keep Cas for the long haul this time.)

Since things are completely fine, it shouldn’t be an issue for Dean and Cas to investigate a mysterious death together. There’s just one problem: in the course of their investigation, they meet a woman who can tell truth from lies every single time. Will the woman’s apparently impeccable “bullshit detector” pick up on what Dean really wants? And will Dean and Cas be able to find the monster before it kills again?

Based on art by @hawkland

The Manuscript (4,994 words)

Summary: Castiel Novak has spent years trying to unlock the secrets of a manuscript that has baffled even the most accomplished code breakers. When he finally succeeds, he's surprised to find himself suddenly in the company of a very handsome (and very naked) man named Dean, who had been imprisoned in the manuscript for centuries. Now it's up to Castiel to secure Dean's permanent freedom - using some rather... unorthodox methods.

The Prodigal (19,370 words)

Summary: Dean Winchester travels the wide-open country, looking for bounties to collect and doing odd jobs to make ends meet. Usually, he rides with his brother Sam, but they’ve had a falling-out and now Dean’s all by himself — until he meets Cas Novak, a preacher’s son in search of his missing father.

Cas believes his notorious outlaw brother Luke knows something of their father’s disappearance, so he asks Dean’s help in tracking Luke down. Dean figures there’s no harm in helping out, and he might earn himself Luke Novak’s bounty into the bargain.

All Dean needs to do is keep a lid on his growing feelings for Cas.

(aka "Free to Be You and Me," rewritten as a Western)

With art by aggiedoll

Master of Spells (26,274 words)

Summary: 1955: Man of Letters Castiel Novak is assigned to discover what killed the agents previously stationed at a remote chapterhouse in Lebanon, Kansas. It feels like a punishment at first, but it doesn’t turn out that way when Castiel meets Dean Winchester, the other Man of Letters investigating the case.

As the two of them settle into the underground bunker to conduct their investigation, Castiel finds himself growing closer and closer to Dean. But he soon realizes there is something else in the chapterhouse with them... and it's out for blood.

With art by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

The Angel Next Door (and the Zombie Squirrel) (9,264 words)

Summary: Dean’s life is fine. He might get a little lonely sometimes, but that’s to be expected when you’re a single guy in your forties. But then a new neighbor moves in next door — an extremely hot, blue-eyed neighbor who seems to be some kind of magnet for bizarre and miraculous events. (Listen, that squirrel was dead. Dean’s sure of it.)

Will Dean solve the mystery of the man next door?

Based on art by @jollyrolls

Another Kind of Memory (45,173 words)

Summary: Since a traumatic incident six years ago, Castiel Novak’s face has been disfigured by a scar. He’s resigned himself to being someone people can barely stand to look at, let alone love.

Except his heart doesn’t seem to have gotten the message. When Dean Winchester takes over the convenience store down the street from Castiel’s bookshop, Castiel falls helplessly in love with his new neighbor.

To make matters worse, Castiel’s sister Anna is also interested in Dean. Believing that Dean could never love him, Castiel decides to help Anna win his heart instead.

With art by aggiedoll

I'll Follow You Into the Dark (15,008 words)

Summary: It’s been months since the Empty took Cas, and Dean is no closer to finding a way to get him back. Until he realizes something: humans can’t get into the Empty. But demons can.

Based on art by @hawkland

Fortunate Son (154,980 words)

(Yes, this was in last year's recap, but it finished posting in 2024, so I'm counting it again.)

Summary: The year is 1966, the place is Kansas, and Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are falling in love. But with Castiel under the thumb of his conservative parents and Dean set to ship out to Vietnam, there is no possible future for them.

As Castiel’s life turns upside down and the hell of Vietnam threatens to swallow Dean’s soul, it will take everything they have to find their way back to each other. But some things are worth waiting — and fighting — for.

With art by @basketcasebetty

Baby (It's Cold Outside) (5,932 words)

Summary: Dean has asked Cas over for a homemade dinner, hoping the evening might turn into something more. Cas is concerned that if he spends the night, people will talk. But with a snowstorm raging outside, Dean might just be able to persuade him to linger.

#spn fanfic #destiel #oh it is end of year wrapup post time!

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Dean and Cas every day not often enough -- 92/?

Supernatural 15x09//The Trap

#spn 15.09 #destiel

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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#same! *waves hi to all three of you*

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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The Ghostfacers were forced to face something far more scary than ghosts. They were forced to face themselves.

#spn 3.13 #dorks :')

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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Part 3 of "Back the Future Us" AU Future Dean already knows what's gonna happen. He can't change it, so he's going to enjoy the time he has with the past version of his husband. He's gonna take the opportunity to give past Castiel all the care and love he should've given him years ago. Castiel is confused by how openly affectionate Dean becomes in the future

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part4

#spn fanart #destiel #:')

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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god ok no genuinely i've been in this fandom for TEN YEARS. ten years. ten years?????? ten years.

#technically... at least 12 years including the year or so i spent lurking under the fandom sofa lolol

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mittensmorgul · 2 days ago

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now updated for 2024! that's TEN YEARS of mittens holiday fluff! :D

Happy holidays! Have some Holly Jolly Destiel goodness. :)

Merry Beachmas (2024) Words: 3k Rated T Evergreen ‘verse holiday family fluff. Inventing holidays, toes in the sand, the family business.

Christmas, Present (2023) Words: 6k Rated T AU, college holiday party, Charlie plays frustrated matchmaker who orchestrates a Christmas miracle

The Ghost of Christmas Present(s) (2022) Words: 3k Rated T post-canon everyone lives and Dean and Cas have to shop for all of them, including each other

For The Best (2021) Words: 5k Rated: T canon, snowed-in bunker fluff in the everything is text ‘verse

I’ll Be Home For Christmas (2020) Words: 3.5k Rated T the good canon that lives in my head, a cozy couples holiday fluff fest (dreamhunter, saileen, and destiel)

On This Night (2019) Words: 5.7k Rated T canon case fic, djinn dreams that are all too real, fluff

McMansion Hell (2018) Words: 21k Rated T canon case fic, that one reindeer Sam had a stare-off with, fluff

Naughty or Nice (2017) Words: 9k Rated T canon case fic, bunker shenanigans

The Twelve Days (or is it years?) of Christmas (2016) Words: 15.5k Rated M canon case fic, love confessions, first kiss, lots of birds…

May Your Days Bee Merry and Bright (2015) Words: 7k Rated T Tumblr Anonymous ‘verse Christmas, fluff

#shameless self promotion #JINGLING INTENSIFIES

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