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Remember the Magic

The Winchester bros finally go on vacation.

Rated: T | AO3 Link |  2542 words | lightly edited | AO3 tags: Small glimpses at the relationships, nothing major, Disney World & Disneyland, Supernatural bros go on vacation (finally), Domestication, Canon Compliant, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy Lives

First, they had to decide which park they were going to.

Sam wanted Disneyland, debating that it was O.G. Disney and not too large to get overwhelmed. Dean wanted Disney World because it was large, more things to do, and they had never been to Florida. Plus Dean wanted to see if they had the time and money to go to Hollywood Studios. In the end, they compromised: Disney World, but they had to go to Magic Kingdom.

It was one of those distinct memories that Dean carried with him his whole life, one that struck such a chord as a child that it burned into the back of his mind and never faded:

Dean asked, on behalf of himself and Sam, if they could go to Disneyland. John paused, like Dean’s words were foreign, then promptly laughed in his face. Dean didn’t know if their father meant to be cruel about it at the time. He thought it would have been easy to do since they were in nearby Corona for a ‘job’. Dean was only ten, and John’s sharp bolt of laughter never wore off throughout the decades.

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prompted by @tenoko1 and encouraged by @brobondchristmaschallenge on twitter.

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Game, Set, Match

Anonymous requested #94 & #95 off the smut prompt list (#84 on the desktop list). Request a prompt or two! (specify mobile or desktop).

“I’m gonna strangle you.” “Is that a promise?”

Rated: E | AO3 link | 2514 words | lightly edited | AO3 tags:  Dom/sub, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Dirty Talk, Sex Tapes, Filming, Light Bondage, Edging (Sexual Act)

The elderly man was found just after eight in the morning by a deer hunter in Porter, Michigan. He had been strung up by his legs and gnawed on by some creature that didn’t care if it finished its meal or not. The scene was gruesome, police were unhelpful --

And Dean was insufferable.

It started that morning at breakfast when he slid his hand over Cas’s thigh with a disturbingly straight face, tightening his grip awfully close for comfort when sitting with company. Cas kept it together, but made sure to walk behind the pack when they headed for the car. Eileen shot him a knowing smile before getting in the car.

In the car, Cas sat behind Dean, next to Eileen. Every time he looked straight ahead, he saw Dean glancing in the rearview mirror right at him.

Now, at the site of the body, Dean was standing next to Cas, muttering filthy things under his breath, making it look like he was just discussing the case. They were surrounded by officers and Sam was several yards away, speaking with the sheriff. The body hung from the tree near them.

“Remember that time in New Mexico?” Dean crossed his arms, squinting at the scene in front of him, “It was so hard for me to keep quiet you were so good, I still get off thinking about it. Think you can do that again tonight?”

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