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[seidenapfel]

Eight Coils and a Length of Rope

DeanCas Wild West Fest | @dcwildwestfest Story by seidenapfel | @seidenapfel Art by medicatedmaniac | @medicatedmaniac

Wrangled with this piece for the DeanCas Wild West Fest, got saddled up with @seidenapfel and what rode in after is all gallows and grit

This fic isn’t shy

Hope y’all like what we wrangled up 🔥🤠🌵

[seidenapfel]

Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang Masterpost!

The first — but not last — round of the Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang is now complete! Please be sure to check out all of the amazing collaborations between our artists and authors listed below...

"The Long Haul" — fic by @tragidean, art by @wellwatersurprise

“Exodus 3:2” — fic by @9x20, art by @medicatedmaniac

“Hello, Goodbye, Hello Again” — fic by @tsujiharu, art by @colorlessjay

"Last Call" — fic by @baileys101, art by @leafzelindor

“Chef's Kiss” — fic by @tea-or-die, art by @raw-detergent

“Where We Belong” — fic by @wanderingcas, art by @eggchef

“Taking a Chance on Love” — fic by @ravenfuchs, art by @girlinthemirrorbluenight-library

“Darwin Never Tried This” — fic by @valandrawrites and @bleuzombie, art by @kayliemalinza

“Pink Pony Club” — fic by @casblackfeathers, art by @witchy-worm

“Call Back” — fic by @scifiromance7, art by @verobatto

“Eternally Yours” — fic by @avonlady42, art by @wigglebox

“Seolnlîd” —fic by @adunaphel-the-quiet, art by @anyreiart

“Take the Lead” — fic by @okayfinehereiam, art by @adromelke

“The Big One” — fic by @doctorprofessorsong, art by @nahpkmp

“Sugar” — fic by coveryourheads, art by @all6pistols

“Hallowed Grounds” — fic by @darcydelaney, art by @thestarsmakemedream-art

"Master of My Fate" — fic by @friendofcarlotta, art by @universalcas

“The Armageddon Code” — fic by @blackhorsedances, art by @marvfortytwo

“Don’t Say it!”  — fic by @teeparadigm67, art by @neversleepuntilfive

“Cutting it”  — fic by @hectatess, art by @sheepstiel

“Decoherence” — fic by @farenmaddox, art by @envydean

“Classified Unexplained Phenomena (Type B)” — fic by @folkbloodbaths, art by @bucketofli

“All That’s Buried” — fic by @haus_seeblick, art by @magpiewithinternetaccess

“Light A Fire (In My Heart)” — fic by @lazarus-rose, art by @twinone1221

“The Lines Of Duty” — fic by @gay_dinosaur_1701, art by @verobatto

“Shifting States” — fic by @artemis-73, art by @rezal-art

"And All The Devils Are Here” — fic by @entropic-saudade, art by @basketcasebetty

“The Most Qualified Interrogator”  — fic by @seidenapfel, art by @hawkland

“Not Safe for Work” — fic by @salamitsunami1, art by @witchy-worm

“A Sorcery of Starlight” — fic by @malmuses, art by @unfamiliar-reference

“so much to put an answer to (but that’s just what we do)”  — fic by @deanogie, art by @morokollisyo

“Till the end of times” — fic by @malicmalic, art by @goat-fanatic

“Station 49" — fic by itztigress3, art by @xfancyfranart

“Regarding Beasts" — fic by @aty-altiria, art by @colorlessjay

“Angels of the Red Sand" — fic by @bleuzombie and @valandrawrites, art by @kisris

“Burn Without Flame" — fic by @sitruunavohveli, art by aggiedoll

“Pickup Lines" — fic by @b7bubby, art by @dakotafoxart

“His for the Holidays" — fic by @tea-or-die, art by @witchy-worm

“The Spectre on the Fourth Floor" — fic by @ellen-of-oz, art by @thestarsmakemedream-art

“Crash" — fic by tiamatv, art by @stonelions

“Here’s To Never Growing Up" — fic by GhoulsnHalos, art by @bucketofli

“Where the Oakhearts roam” — fic by @wolfiepyxie, art by @anyreiart

“Evenfall” — fic by @macy2me, art by @thence-we-came-forth

“Come Home With Me” — fic by @MalMuses, art by @daffodilsonaprettystring

“A Shock to the System” — fic by @mrbotanyb, art by @alicetallula

“as we go” — fic by @dothwrites, art by @marsajar

“The Spirit of Radio” — fic by @hawkland, art by @mercurialkitty

Thank you to all our artsts, authors, beta readers and cheerleaders for making this such a successful innaugural event. Stay tuned and keep following this tumblr, as @friendofcarlotta and @hawkland plan to announce the next round's schedule soon (most likely beginning in July '25).

[seidenapfel]

Fanfic Dreams |  Explicit  |  31,228

Author: seidenapfel Artist: WitchyWorm

After running into Marie and the girls, Dean can’t let go of fanfictions. Digging into them, he can’t escape them. Fic after fic he falls deeper into a rabbit hole as he realises that the fics soothe the cravings of the Mark. And he will do everything to keep it that way. His longing transcends barriers, and at first, Castiel only receives vibes when his yearning resonates and the dreams commence. Endless possibilities open themselves up for him. For them. Missed moments. Alternate universes. All of them have one thing in common: Dean. Lovely, beautiful Dean Winchester, loving him back in every possible way. Yet, every morning, it feels as if nothing has happened. Everything is back to normal — or is it?

Link to fic |  Link to art Pairings: Dean/Cas (mentioned past Dean/Benny, mentioned past Dean/Crowley) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

[seidenapfel]

I am so excited that I got to participate in @deancaspinefest this year!! I was also thrilled to finally get to work with @seidenapfel! Dean reading Destiel fanfic is an absolutely irresistible premise and the fic really delivers! I was so excited to make art for this. Please go read it here: Link to fic

Thanks to the mods for running this incredible bang year after year, it delivers so many wonderful fics and you run it so smoothly!

[seidenapfel]

It's here! I loved the art right from the start. Though I almost wouldn't have claimed it because of the other two MoC fics I was working on. Please, don't forget to give @marvfortytwo the love for the art it deserves.

Btw, @punk-is-notdead did the beta.

A Captive to Love

Artist: Marvfortytwo

Author: seidenapfel

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 4778

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Episode: s10e22 The Prisoner, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: “Everyone except me. I'm the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So, if there's even a small chance that we can save you, I won't let you walk out of this room,” Cas said, glowering at him. Dean huffed. His friend obviously believed he could still save him. As if there was a choice. Deep down, he might want it to be true. Jeez, he wanted for it to end, to get the crap off his body, his soul, yet the Mark on his arm throbbed in fury. There simply wasn’t a choice.

Link to Art | Link to Fic

[seidenapfel]

It's @deancasreversebang posting day! I wasn't sure what kinda fic I was gonna get from my frankly gruesome art so was very pleased with the awesome fic @seidenapfel wrote! Please check out the sexy fic here!

Fic link

[seidenapfel]

When You Least Expect It |  Explicit  |  34,318 words

Author: FriendofCarlotta (friendofcarlotta.tumblr.com) Artist: seidenapfel (seidenapfel.tumblr.com)

Ever since his father’s death, Castiel has been lonely. His job can only fill so many of his hours, but his attempts at dating have been unsuccessful.

A bright spot in his day is the tall stranger who shares his train platform during the morning commute. If Castiel could find someone as handsome and apparently successful as this man to share his life with, he’s sure his loneliness would be a thing of the past.

One day, the stranger falls onto the train tracks during a robbery gone wrong and Castiel saves his life. With the man — Sam — lingering in a coma, Castiel quickly finds himself adopted into the raucous, cheerful circle of Sam’s family. There’s just one problem: as the result of a misunderstanding, Sam’s family believes that Castiel is Sam’s boyfriend.

The situation only gets worse when Castiel finds himself falling fast and hard for Sam’s older brother Dean. Will Castiel ever be able to tell Dean and his family the truth? And if he does, will they still want him in their lives?

Link to fic  |  Link to art

Pairings: Dean/Cas (background Bobby/Mary, background Sam/Ruby, background Noah/Richie, past John/Mary, past John/Kate) Warnings: Hospitals, Coma

[seidenapfel]

My art masterpost for When You Least Expect It by @friendofcarlotta for the @deancaspinefest. It's an amazing fic that's based on While You Were Sleeping and I highly recommend it. This was our third collab in a row and, once again, I loved creating art for it. There were so many scenes I would have loved to draw, but given the little time I had left in the end, I ended up with a style that I hadn't tried before. At first, I hadn't even planned to do a banner, but then I got the idea with the character sketches and I loved doing them. All character sketches can be found as separate pieces on AO3. The NSFW version of Dean without the sheet can be found on AO3.

[seidenapfel]

Eight Coils and a Length of Rope

By seidenapfel | @seidenapfel Art by medicatedmaniac | @medicatedmaniac

Coming to Ao3 on 04-19-25

Rated Explicit | 12,000 words | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Freedom is a length of rope and God wants you to hang yourself with it. Well, unless others do it for you.

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

As the bucket beneath Dean’s feet is kicked away and the noose tightens around his neck, it's over.

Or it should be.

While Dean fights for his death, a shot sounds, and a mysterious stranger grips him tight and saves him from certain death.

Blowing out the lights that kept him going.

An eternity of fathomless torment.

Endless. Infinite. Vast.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

Until it stopped.

Dean soared as his weight was lifted from him.

Two hands gripped him tight, carrying his earthly form for him. Allowing him to rest.

Allowing him to let go.

A being of light was staring at him. Guiding him.

The pain remained, but it was over.

When his feet touched the ground, wood splintered and another shot cut through the night. Dean crashed to the ground, hitting it hard, and everything went dark.

He groaned as he slowly came back to himself. Something pricked his back, but that was only a slight discomfort compared to the rest of his body. Shouldn’t Heaven be more comfortable than this?

Dean coughed, and nearly fainted again.

Only Hell could be worse. But he had been there, hadn’t he?

He had already gone through it, and landed here. Wherever *here* was.

It could still be Hell, though, or maybe Purgatory. Everything was hurting. He was trapped in a nightmare, unable to move without unspeakable agony shooting through his body.

His lids felt like they weighed tons and tons. Yet, if he wanted to wake, he just needed to open his eyes—

He couldn’t. They were already open, staring into endless darkness.

Son of a bitch! He was so fucked. He was…

What?

Dying? Dead? A ghost, haunting the Earth till the end of time?

Whatever he was, he was alone. In the desert. Unable to even lift his arm, or his little finger.

Each breath was agony, but there was air filling his lungs. Slowly but steadily, his mind cleared.

Dean tensed as a branch snapped behind him. Clouds of smoke drifted through the air. He heard a fire sizzling. The rustling of a coat.

Alarmed, he sat up. Tears filled his eyes as a sharp pang shot through his shoulder and a pop sounded through the night. A piercing cry escaped his lips, only increasing his agony.

His panic was back in full force. Even without the noose around his neck, breathing became impossible while the steps approached, closer and closer. Coming to take him.

[seidenapfel]

“The Most Qualified Interrogator” 

Author: @seidenapfel Artist: sidewinder @hawkland

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Length: 30,761 words Tags: Torture, Blood and Gore, Murder Husbands, Dubious Consent, Angst with a Happy Ending Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Minor John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Minor Ruby/Sam Winchester, implied Carlos Cervantez/Other

Summary: Castiel has come off the line with a crack in his chassis. Constantly going against his heavenly commands, not even wiping his mind can control him.

Instead of killing or incarcerating him, Heaven decides to redeploy him to get rid of the problem, forever. Mind wiped and stripped from all his heavenly duties and ranks, Castiel falls — to Hell.

Inexorably, he becomes the master of the Pit. The filthiest souls suffer and shatter under his hands. He is relentless. Nothing threatens to break through his programming. What he does, feels right. It’s justified.

Until the Righteous Man arrives in Hell.

Link to Fic | Link to Art (nsfw)

[seidenapfel]

“The Most Qualified Interrogator” 

Author: @seidenapfel Artist: sidewinder @hawkland

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Length: 30,761 words Tags: Torture, Blood and Gore, Murder Husbands, Dubious Consent, Angst with a Happy Ending Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Minor John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Minor Ruby/Sam Winchester, implied Carlos Cervantez/Other

Summary: Castiel has come off the line with a crack in his chassis. Constantly going against his heavenly commands, not even wiping his mind can control him.

Instead of killing or incarcerating him, Heaven decides to redeploy him to get rid of the problem, forever. Mind wiped and stripped from all his heavenly duties and ranks, Castiel falls — to Hell.

Inexorably, he becomes the master of the Pit. The filthiest souls suffer and shatter under his hands. He is relentless. Nothing threatens to break through his programming. What he does, feels right. It’s justified.

Until the Righteous Man arrives in Hell.

Link to Fic | Link to Art (nsfw)

[seidenapfel]

Look at this amazing collage Hawk created for my fic, and, of course, at the beautiful banner and the piece that spiked my interest just when I saw it the first time. It's the main reason this story came together. I'm still blown away by all three pieces.

Art masterpost: The Most Qualified Interrogator

Story by @seidenapfel Art by sidewinder @hawkland

It's so exciting to get to share these pieces at last, a project that's been in the works for quite a few months now!

When @friendofcarlotta and I were first brainstorming the @destielaureversebb, this wasn't the first idea I had in mind for it (that is still on the backburner for some future bang...maybe the next round of this one?), but it was the one that took hold of my brain and I just couldn't let it go.

The original piece I submitted for claims is here - censored for tumblr, just in case, so if you want to see it in its full glory please click here.

I was once again inspired by a photographic work by Wilhelm von Gloeden, Due uomini nudi di spalle. It immediately spoke to me as "Cas and Dean!" and a prompt idea came to me of a fallen Cas in Hell, either saved by Dean...or perhaps they remained damned together? The rocky beach of the original photo became hellfire and lava and I had fun working with an extremely limited palette of opaque watercolor/gouache to get the unique look. I used the same colors for the story banner, with more emphasis on the yellow.

seidenapfel took my general ideas and wrote a wonderful story to go with them. It'll really take you on a ride of emotions, and for my second main piece I wanted to try to capture a moment where flashes/glimpses/memories come to Cas and...well, it turned into a massive project that is basically 7 individual paintings on one 20" by 16" piece of watercolor block :)

Now, please go read and enjoy the story and give @seidenapfel all the love for it!

[seidenapfel]

“She Only Asked for One Thing” 

Author: @seidenapfel

Artist: @myimmanence

Rating: Mature

Archive warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Featured characters: Cain, Original Characters, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Amara, Colette Mullen

Featured relationships: Cain/Colette Mullen, Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 10520 words

Tags:  AU – Canon Divergence, Human Cain, Road Trip, Reunion, Implied Mpreg (Cas/Dean)

Summary:  When Cain breaks his promise to Colette and starts slaughtering his own bloodline, something impossible happens. The Mark of Cain disappears and leaves him human. A strange voice talks to him, calling him to the centre of the 48 contiguous states and promising a meeting with his late wife.

Stranded in Montana, Cain is forced to use human means to reach his destination. He finds help from two peculiar Mountaineers.

He has no idea what awaits him as he arrives north of Lebanon, Kansas.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

[seidenapfel]

Here is the Art Masterpost for the SPN Angels & Demons Bang 2024/25! It was wonderful being able to draw @seidenapfel ‘s version of Cain, a suddenly mortal man treading onwards toward salvation despite his blood stained hands. With his dear Colette serving as his North Star, he begins to reconnect with nature and the life it nurtures, healing his inner peace.

Please check out ‘She Only Asked for One Thing’ to experience this journey of redemption!

Thank you to the moderators @spnangelbang for hosting this bang <3

[seidenapfel]

Fanfic Dreams

Author: seidenapfel | Artist: Witchy-Worm

Posting on Wednesday April 9

After running into Marie and the girls, Dean can’t let go of fanfictions. Digging into them, he can’t escape them. Fic after fic he falls deeper into a rabbit hole as he realises that the fics soothe the cravings of the Mark. And he will do everything to keep it that way. His longing transcends barriers, and at first, Castiel only receives vibes when his yearning resonates and the dreams commence. Endless possibilities open themselves up for him. For them. Missed moments. Alternate universes. All of them have one thing in common: Dean. Lovely, beautiful Dean Winchester, loving him back in every possible way. Yet, every morning, it feels as if nothing has happened. Everything is back to normal — or is it?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

‘You can't spell subtext without.... s-e-x.’

The memory sent shivers along Dean’s spine. He had never thought— Well, scratch that, but…

He sighed. Marie’s words kept haunting him. Worse, Dean’s mind didn’t stop throwing moments at him.

Missed moments.

Conversations. Images. Sounds. Feelings.

Six years of repressed longing and sexual tension came down on him. He had presumed he had it under control, that stuffing them in the deepest corner of his mind would eventually work out.

Massaging his aching temples, Dean took several deep breaths when the Mark on his arm flared up.

“Goddammit!” he snapped.

Pressing his hand on the throbbing brand, he groaned. He had it under control. He had to. There was no other way.

Over and over, he repeated his mantra, until, one day, he might believe it himself. Under the strain, Dean’s hand twitched for the First Blade, but he clenched his fist and closed his eyes, letting the words wash over him.

He had it under control.

Deliberately, Dean led his cravings back into another direction. He was skating on thin ice, yet it was the only way to distract himself.

Destiel.

There were fans of Chuck’s books out there believing that he and Cas—

Dean bit his bottom lip and grabbed his laptop from the empty place next to him on his mattress. Another kind of longing overcame him, but he shook his head and turned to his screen.

As he typed two words into the search bar, he held his breath, and nearly choked when he got results. Lots of them. There were so many.

He double-checked the words he had typed, but they were the correct ones: Fanfiction Destiel

How many of those fucking weirdos were out there?

With his well-trained eye for research, he browsed the entries, but they all seemed valid.

“Son of a bitch!” he hissed when he clicked on the first link. Unbelievingly, he stared at the numbers on top of the page.

1 - 20 of 7,164 Works in Castiel/Dean Winchester

“You gotta be kidding me!”

His eyes bulged as he skimmed the page. Horrified, he read on: Bottom Dean, Top Cas, Spanking...

Dean couldn’t resist and clicked the link, only to throw his laptop shut as he started to cough heavily when there was a drawing instead of words.

“Fucking hell!”

What had he just seen?

Jeez, he needed to bleach his brain. He could never unsee what he had just— Against his will, Dean’s fingers reached back for the laptop, and slowly opened it again. The image hadn’t changed, yet this time, he gave himself time to take it in.

It was—

Dean licked his lips as he suddenly felt hot all over. It still creeped him out so fucking much, but he couldn’t deny the longing bubbling up inside him.

Keep reading on Ao3 after Wednesday April 9

[seidenapfel]

When You Least Expect It

Author: FriendofCarlotta | Artist: seidenapfel

Posting on Sunday March 16

Ever since his father’s death, Castiel has been lonely. His job as a staffer for Congresswoman Kelly Kline can only fill so many of his hours, but his attempts at dating have been unsuccessful. A bright spot in his day is the tall stranger who shares his train platform during the morning commute. If Castiel could find someone as handsome and apparently successful as this man to share his life with, he’s sure his loneliness would be a thing of the past. One day, the stranger falls onto the train tracks during a robbery gone wrong and Castiel saves his life. With the man — Sam — lingering in a coma, Castiel quickly finds himself adopted into the raucous, cheerful circle of Sam’s family. There’s just one problem: as the result of a misunderstanding, Sam’s family believes that Castiel is Sam’s boyfriend. The situation only gets worse when Castiel finds himself falling fast and hard for Sam’s older brother Dean. Will Castiel ever be able to tell Dean and his family the truth? And if he does, will they still want him in their lives?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

The man in the trucker hat is now demanding updates on Sam’s condition, scowling at the doctor as if it’s his personal fault that Sam is currently unconscious.

“And who are you?” says the final member of the group — a boy of about fifteen or sixteen.

Unfortunately, this question is addressed to Castiel.

He opens his mouth to say that he was present for Sam’s accident and will be leaving now. But the doctor, obviously relieved to have an excuse to cut short his conversation with the irate cap-wearing man, says, “Yes, that’s what I’d like to know! Visits on this ward are restricted to family only.”

“But he is family!” Out of nowhere, Garth has materialized in the room, all lanky limbs and smiles and the shiny rainbow pin on his scrubs. “That’s Castiel, Sam’s boyfriend.”

Oh god. This is the single worst situation Castiel has ever been in. Not only has he been caught in a lie, but he’s been outed in front of an entire blue-collar family who probably won’t take any too kindly to the suggestion (the likely untrue suggestion, just to make this situation even more tangled) that their precious son is queer.

“His boyfriend?” Sam’s mother asks, eyebrows rising as she studies Castiel. She looks absolutely thunderstruck.

“Sam is queer?” the older woman chimes in. “But he never said.”

“I thought it was only Dean,” says the woman with longer hair.

“I thought Sam was dating that god-awful Ruby woman,” the man in the trucker hat growls.

“Sam doesn’t owe it to anyone to come out before he’s ready,” the boy says, with the easy confidence of the very young. “And Mom, you can’t just go around talking about Dean’s sexuality. It’s not for you to share.”

“The fact of the matter is,” the doctor interjects, in a futile effort to raise his voice above the commotion, “only family members—”

Castiel chooses this moment to rise out of his chair, grab his coat and start backing away from Sam’s hospital bed. If he has to flee the room, being upright will at least put him in a slightly better position to gain a head start.

“Mr. Novak here also saved Sam’s life.” That’s Officer Lafitte, who for some reason known only to him still hasn’t left the hospital and has now materialized in the room next to Garth. “When Mr. Winchester was pushed onto the tracks, Mr. Novak jumped down to pull him to safety.”

Absolute silence falls over the room. After the previous chatter and chaos, the sudden absence of noise makes Castiel’s ears ring.

“You did?” Sam’s mother whispers, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Oh. Oh, come here.”

Castiel’s eyes dart to the doorway and the promise of sweet, sweet freedom, but before he can dash away, Sam’s mother has pulled him into the tightest hug he can remember receiving in years. Possibly ever. His father, for all his good qualities, wasn’t much of a hugger.

“Son,” the man in the trucker hat says, clapping Castiel on the shoulder so hard that he thinks his knees might buckle if Sam’s mother weren’t holding him up. “I think you’d better tell us everything.”

Keep reading on Ao3 after Sunday March 16

[seidenapfel]

Aww, thank you so much!

My art masterpost for Watchin' Over Me by @xpurdyglambertx. I loved creating art for Liz' smuffy fic. I had a great time working with her.

It’s my first of two collabs for the @the-fluffstiel-bang.

The art can also be found on AO3.