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fic set during s5 where dean prays to cas because he’s going a little crazy, alright, with everything that’s going on and at least cas doesn’t give him those looks that sam and bobby have been giving him lately, the ones that say are you really up for this, really, something happened to you in hell, didn’t it, and are you sure you can shoulder this? because dean is tired of that shit. course he’ll shoulder any burden that comes his way. that’s what he does, that’s what he’s for. but anyway for some reason he has a direct line to this nerdy angel who’s bigger than his body and all sizzling electricity and also a lot of adjectives dudes don’t use to describe other dudes. it’s not like anyone has to know.

anyway this angel sits next to him on the ratty old bed, they’re leaning against the squeaky, metal headboard and they have to kind of press up against each other to fit, and there’s no reason for him to be here, absolutely none at all, but dean….. yeah, dean is currently showing him his ivory grip colt. “dad let me pick her out when i was 17”, he says, voice scratchy, aiming for casual. he turns the gun over and over in his hands. pretty. lethal.

“oh”, cas says. “i guess i feel a… kinship of sorts with my blade, too. we’ve been through much together.” it slides out of his sleeve, smoothly. wordlessly they trade weapons and dean ain’t even… ain’t even worried about the fact that this supernatural being holds his gun carefully in his hands. dean wonders if he always touches things so gently. he shivers and wonders if the touch which left a handprint behind was of a gentle nature, too. outside, the sun is about to rise. he hasn’t slept. there’s a shoulder next to his and dean could rest his head on it if he wanted to.

he wants to.

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Writing tool for your fight scenes.

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Ficlet: The Castiel that Dean sees before him is a cold, dark statue

It's antithetical to everything Cas stood for

Jack's achingly patient and oh-so-sincere the way he pins Dean in place with a chilling stare. "You have to understand. No interference means no interference, Dean."

"B-but. Cas!"

The Cas doesn't even flinch. He's military straight. Chin up. Idling like an engine waiting to rev.

"He won't remember you."

"No..."

"If it brings you comfort, Dean. He...he doesn't remember me either."

There's no comfort in that.

Jack turns away, unbothered by Dean's presence. Distant. Dismissive.

"You can't stay here. And we have a mission."

"You and Cas have a mission."

"Yes."

"And what's that?"

"It doesn't concern you. You only get one life, and yours is over. It's time to rest, Dean."

"And what about Cas?"

Jack stares, uncomprehending. "?"

"He just gets chained to this? He keeps on working forever and ever?"

A flinch. It's the first flicker of Jack Kline Dean's seen.

"I'm chained to this, too."

Dean looks away.

"And besides, it's not forever. It's just until we end. Then, Castiel and I will go to The Empty. Together."

"Oh."

That hurts.

"That's the way of it. There will be order. There will be peace."

"That's not--"

"You shouldn't waste this. Dean. I told you once. You need to accept your life. Your whole life, even how it ended. Let that fire go out."

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sextant

instrument for determining the angle between the horizon and a celestial body, used in celestial navigation to determine latitude and longitude

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Who wants a miserable little deancas fic where they make out in the car during Heaven Can't Wait? Well I've good news for you! I just wrote one.

Here's a little teaser:

Cas doesn't startle when Dean starts to undo the top buttons of his shirt, but he does tense. His fingers come up to touch the back of Dean's hand.

"Dean." Cas says, with warning in his voice, but he doesn't stop him.

"You're too..." buttoned up, is the intention, but it doesn't come out, "You..."

"What am I?"

Dean grips his shirt in a fist and pulls him in. Kisses him. Soft in the mouth but weighted deliberately, undeniable, powerful, like pressing on a deep bruise.

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title: paradigm pairing: dean/cas tags: endverse, angst w/ a happy ending, slow burn, h/c

Four months after the Croatoan virus wiped out most of the world's population, Dean's sole objective is meeting his brother at their agreed-upon rendezvous point in Idaho. But when he encounters a mysterious, blue-eyed man in a barn, Dean's plans begin to change. The end of the world is no time for romance, yet there's something about Cas he can't resist. The problem is, Cas has a secret—and it just might prove more deadly than the Croats.

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Alternatives for "they rolled their eyes".

aka facial expressions/body movements to show annoyance/exasperation.

*warning bad writing; these are just ideas.*

*ideas are not separate and can be combined.*

• Their smile became strained.

• A hand came up to rub their face.

• Their expression fell.

• Their nose scrunched.

• Their forehead creased.

• They frowned.

• They lightly/heavily sighed.

• They deflated.

• Their lips pursed.

• They glanced away/sideways.

• They gave a deadpan look.

• Their tongue poked their cheek.

• They became tense.

• Their shoulders slumped.

• Their foot toed the ground.

• Their knee started bouncing (while sitting).

• Their hands curled into fists.

• They scratched their cheek.

• They took a calming breathe in.

• They looked up for strength.

• They turned/looked away.

• Their eyebrows rose.

• Their eyes squinted.

• Their head shook side to side.

Honorable mention.

• They pretended not to hear.

A/N: Just been seeing a lot of this phrase in books and ff which to me sounds sassy or even rude, which if you're going for that great! Otherwise it sounds a bit out of place. Lmk if you agree or hate me for this lmao. Or have better ideas too.

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Have you ever thought "What if the CW's Supernatural was about Meg Ruby and Ava?" Well. you have now. Since we're all on the same page, read the first two chapters of my Meg Ava Ruby fic, By Any Other Name. To be clear this is like a behind the scenes canon divergence not like, them taking on the roles of team free will. Here is a snippet:

"Your girl Ava, she believe in something?"  Intel never hurts. Besides, she is genuinely curious. What's got Azazel's number one gal barking up another skirt? 

"My girl," Meg's pride is obvious. One of those sins Ruby never really saw the big problem with. Along with gluttony, lust, sloth, envy, disrespect...it just doesn't strike her as all that fair. Then again, she is a demon. When's anything fair? "Ava believes, alright." 

"...anything you tell her?" 

Maybe Meg's just looking to brag about a skilled manipulation. Ruby kinda wants to brag about winding Sam up, but she can't talk too far into the plan. Better for Meg to believe she's a loser, even if it rankles. 

"No," Meg says, drawn out, teasing, then she skips a few steps ahead and spins around on her toes. There's an energy in her Ruby hasn't seen before, not in all their years side by side on the racks. Not that there's much cause for conversation down there. If you're caught slacking you might just end up back under the knife yourself, to be shown how it's done. That's why it's hard to trust a demon. The only thing that unites them is that they're all so fucking scared. 

"Spit it out, then."  "She believes in me."

Ruby laughs again, hysterical, unstoppable, cruel. She clocks the hurt on Meg's face before she shields it again, and that's even funnier. Meg thinks they're the same, and she's right, where it counts. That's how Ruby can gasp out, with perfect, unholy honesty: 

"You? You're nothing!"

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to hell and back (read on ao3 here)

“Tell me the story,” Dean says quietly. It’s only under cover of darkness, with his head pillowed on Cas’s chest and their legs tangled together, safe and warm in their bed, that he’ll ever ask for this. Cas understands—it’s a story best told somewhere the demons of their past can’t reach them.

“We descended within minutes of you being taken,” Cas begins. He could tell this story by rote, if only because Dean has asked to hear it so often. But Dean always hangs onto his every word in these moments, so Cas chooses each of them carefully. “We all knew the fight would be tough, and it was expected that many of us wouldn’t return. I doubted I would survive, but it didn’t bother me. I believed whole-heartedly in the mission; the Righteous Man had to be saved.” Cas smiles when he says that, thinking that, in many ways, his mission has never changed. 

“When we arrived, it was madness. My garrison had countless battle plans prepared, but when faced with the realities of the Pit, they fell apart completely. So the new plan was to split up, and to get you in any way we could, at any cost.” Cas closes his eyes for a moment, remembers the flashing lights and the screaming, remembers the wild urgency of the mission and the way it matched every beat of the war drums. “My brothers and sisters couldn’t see you. No one could. But I could feel you.”

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do you have any destiel horrorfic recs?? (prefferably longfics with little to no smut but i can skip smut scenes)

also i love ur account ive found some of my favs on here/gen <33

Here are a few that came to mind (most with very skippable smut):

A Complete Kingdom by komodobits (Explicit, 85k words)

The sea; it swallows me. It comes up to my knees and it swallows me. The boys owe Jody a few dozen favours, and so when her niece goes missing near an old fishing village on the coast of Maine, Dean, Sam, and a newly human Castiel agree to take the case on. They settle into an old abandoned lighthouse-keepers' cottage, and slowly the tide comes in. (post-s8)

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos (Explicit, 53k words)

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There's just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband's identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome… and there will certainly be hell to pay.

empty places by dothraki_shieldmaiden (Mature, 71k words)

There’s something outside the house. Something is moving outside the house, moving inside the house. Maybe moving inside him. Something is outside the house, and it wants in. After tragedy derails his life, Castiel Novak needs to escape. He flees to Lawrence, Kansas, where he answers Dean Winchester’s ad for a roommate. There, he tries to mend the shattered pieces of his life. But as he starts to become closer with Dean, Castiel finds that escape isn’t so easy. The past doesn’t want to be left behind, and there’s something inside the house. Something hungry. And it won’t be appeased until it has him.

Every Part of the Animal by Askance (doomcountry), komodobits (Mature, 47k words)

It’s their first case after the Trials, after Heaven has collapsed: playing back-up to another team of hunters taking out some werewolves in the mountains. It's a routine job, an easy job - at least until the radio goes silent. Sam, Dean, and Cas follow after, but the caves into which the hunters have vanished wind deeper and darker than they could have expected, and something is wrong. Cas can feel it. The Winchesters may not believe what he’s hearing, but there's something down here with them—and it's not the people they came here to find, and it's not the werewolves they've been tracking. It's something else, something older, something violent, and it knows they're here.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies by Ariasune (Teen and Up, 13k words)

"Look, Charlie thinks the Men of Letters have something that can help you actually, you know, find this monster.” “Good,” Dean licks at his thumb to get the last of the chicken salt clean. “Cause right now it seems like we’ve got a monster that’s some 20, 000 leagues under the sea…” He stops. “This isn’t some 20, 000 leagues shit is it?” “It’s a submarine, actually.” Fuck, that sounds like a yes.

Good Bones by emmbrancsxx0 (Mature, 39k words)

An apple pie, white picket fence American Nightmare. Dean and Cas, married and semi-retired from hunting, move into their first house together in a sleepy, secluded town. After a few run ins with the ghost that haunts the place, they must come face-to-face with the house's grisly past.

like a thief in the night by kingdumbass (Mature, 28k words)

Plagued by nightmares since the death of his mother as a small child, Dean Winchester is no stranger to grief. After the sudden death of his brother and the unexplainable disappearance of Sam’s fiancee Jessica leave Dean reeling, the former detective turns towards alcohol to cope with the loss, but when the news of another missing peron’s case all the way out in Pontiac, Illinois jogs Dean’s memory of an old unsolved case with possible connections to the mysterious note his brother left behind, he feels compelled to pick up where he left off. Though once he rolls into town, he encounters more questions than answers. Namely: what’s real and what’s delusion? And how is the creature from his nightmares tormenting the residents of this small, suburban town?

On the Cutting Room Floor by callsigntango (Mature, 23k words)

In an Arachne hunt gone wrong, Dean "wakes up" in an AU style world as what he'd gone undercover as for the hunt: a journalist. But when he shows up to cover what should be a routine story on a suspicious death in Kansas, the world around him starts to unravel in horrific, painful ways. The appearance of a man claiming to be an Angel sends Dean into a tailspin -- but just as something about Cas begins to spark very real memories in Dean, Cas seems to be losing his own grip on what's real and what isn't. And as they struggle to free themselves from this distorted web of reality, something sinister is lurking just beyond their reach.

The Elevator Game by bexgowen, xfancyfranart (Explicit, 88k words)

The game is simple. Get in an elevator, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.

the gardener by captcas (Explicit, 17k words)

Dean loves the gardens at 918 Westview Lane. And if that has something to do with the gardener there that just so happens to be easy on the eyes? Sue ‘em. Too bad he hasn’t had the guts to actually talk to the guy. Cas doesn’t take too kindly to people who disrespect the objects of his affection but he does love gardening. AKA the one where Castiel gives us all a lesson in ultra-specialized begonia fertilizer

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance (doomcountry) (Teen and Up, 31k words)

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

These Violent Delights by SomethingBlue42, xfancyfranart (Explicit, 43k words)

Dean Winchester, war vet and functioning alcoholic with a life that’s going nowhere, takes a job at Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Dean had never heard of Dr. Castiel Novak notorious serial killer and cannibal given he’d been dodging bullets and performing field triage during Novak’s sensational trial. Seasoned orderly Rufus lays out the rules: Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pencils, no pens. Use the sliding food carrier only, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. And most importantly: don't tell him anything personal. But Dean was never much for following the rules and Castiel has a way of making Dean feel like he isn’t the grade-a loser his hot-shot FBI agent brother thinks he is. Then, a senator’s daughter goes missing, setting forth a chain of events that put Dean on a path that forces him to choose where his loyalties lie and just how far he’s willing to walk into the dark.

There's also our horror tag which you can check for more fics like these.

Additionally, there's the DeanCasHorrorFest filled with amazing destiel art and fic that might interest you.

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[M, 12k words, s15 but dean shoots his shot and angst ensues]

“This is the best part,” Dean says, urging him to pay attention to the movie. Cas, comes as an afterthought, a voiceless projection of Dean’s subconscious to Castiel’s prayer line. Castiel reaches out for him, touching his sleeve. 

“Are you aware that you’re doing that?” he murmurs. Dean shifts over minutely, promptly not paying attention to The Best Part. His eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones, and Castiel should be used to seeing him up close, but he never really gets used to it.

“Doing what?”

“Praying.”

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since I'm in my posting hcs on main era: listen

imagine angel blades burn people who touch them, both mentally and physically, and kinda have a mind of their own and a direct line with their angel host so they're always connected. each specific blade for each specific angel and humans can't use them because one it's not a weapon for them their skin just be peeled right off their hand and mind fried a bit and two the blades just don't wanna because they are prideful.

and then on early seasons dean grabs cas' blade in a fight without thinking because quick quick that feathered fucks are gonna kill innocent people and nothing works on them so fuck it - and stabs one of the angels with it. and cas is just looking at him wide eyed because oh it liked dean and let him do that uh oh does that mean I like dean enough to let him get access to this part of me. and dean is like holy shit my hand is still with me does the blade (and cas?) like me or what. and the angels are like what the fuck.

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Take the Long Way Home  |  Mature  |  42,436 words

Author: sidewinder

Artist: caught-a-dragonfly

Two months ago, the world didn’t end.

But for Dean Winchester, who fully expected to sacrifice not just his life but his very soul in order to stop Amara? The celebration has been clouded by the disappearance of his best friend, Cas—the friend he’d started to realize meant more to him than he’d been willing to accept until now.

The last anyone’s seen of Castiel was when he was banished from the bunker by Toni Bevell. The Brits swear they don’t have him. Neither Heaven nor Hell claim to know of his whereabouts. All of Dean’s calls, texts and prayers to the angel have gone unanswered, and Dean can’t help but worry that a “Winchester win” has once again come at a terrible price.

One day hope finally arrives in a lead from an unexpected if not always trustworthy ally. However finding Cas might end up being only the first step in saving him—not simply from the forces holding him captive, but from the prison of his own mind.

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Pairings: Dean/Cas, (minor Sam/Rowena)

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternative Season 12, hurt!Cas, rescue mission

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Destiel Fic Recs

I've been fortunate enough to read some really good fics lately, and it feels like an embarrassment of riches, so I'm going to share.

AUs:

Are You Writing From the Heart? by luckshiptoshore - E, 86k

virga(e) by shineforthee - E, 71k

The Angel in the Marble by zuzeca - E, 20k

If Only Maybe and Then by stonelions - E, 100k WIP

And Watch What Happens by Hth - E, 85k

The Breath Of All Things by KismetJeska - T, 65k

Foxfire by kilvmaim - E, 67k

The Leap by FriendofCarlotta - E, 82k

Canonverse:

american oracle by handsliketruth, whiskeyjuniper - E, 80k

It's all very complex by artichokeflower - E, 20k

of the unlocking and the lift away by unicornpoe - T, 43k WIP

they're playing dido in the hospital gift shop by spocklee - E, 16k

An Abundance of Light by CatiDono - T, 12k WIP

maybe i like pleasure pain by tothewillofthepeople - M, 13k

I tried to type out little descriptions for each, but the task really defeated me, so please click through to see each fic's actual summary. There's a wide variety here in terms of subject matter, rating, and the date they were written, so maybe there's something for everyone.

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Brainstorms

"No-"

Jack is staring at the rope bridge as it bucks through the air. It's the only path left that leads down towards the gorge.

"Nonononono. Sam. We can't let it happen, we can't."

"Look. I know Michael helped us." In the distance, Sam can see where the figures dart towards one another, buoyed by the wind of each other's wings. "But we can't help him with this. If we're lucky, he'll win."

"But that's what Chuck wants, Sam!"

Jack surges forward, intent on racing across. He's held back only by Dean's hand snagging on the loop of his jeans.

"Let me go. Dean, this is his ending. One brother killing the other. It was never about you--that's why he turned your offer down. It was always about Michael!" Jack shakes his head in frustration, like he's struggling to get the words out, "And after Michael kills Lucifer, it--that's what makes Michael weak. Then Chuck can finally kill him for real."