#DeanCas fic

[milquetoast-er]

Hey y’all! I’ve never promoted my fic on here but I thought I’d give it a shot. This is my first SPN work and first completed long fic, and my pride and joy 🥹 Full of hijinks, husbandism, angst/bickering, cuddling and making up, Cas being a flirty bitchy bastard, Dadstiel, Dad!Dean, and healing. I included an excerpt so you can get a feel for the formatting and see if you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54793849/chapters/138880636

(If you liked Kenopsia (Talk Some Sense to Me) by ImYourHoneyBee you might like the vibes of this one, but I swear I read that AFTER I wrote 80% of this 😭😭 PLEASE READ THAT IT IS A FANDOM MUST)

[infinitecakes]

Prompts! Get your prompts here!

We're excited to give you the prompts for the 2024 Infinite Cakes Great Big Bang!

While I cannot control what people do, I'm asking that, until the bang is completed, these prompts be reserved for those participating in the bang. They, and many others will be available for all afterwards!

Current Active Prompts!

Destiel:

1. Dean and Castiel have lived next to each other for years, but they're barely acquaintances. One day, Dean falls off his ladder while outside, and injures himself. Cas sees and calls 911, insisting that he follow Dean to the hospital. After a short stay in the hospital, and with a heavy cast on the injured limb, Dean comes home. When he does, Cas offers to help him with daily chores. It's an offer Dean can't refuse. Strangers to friends... to lovers? You decide!    (Credit to NEG85 on ao3)

2. Castiel is looking for a job after graduating with a degree in business. Dean is the CEO of a corporation and his executive assistant just quit. Dean also helps his friend Charlie at her strip club sometimes, if one of her dancers calls out. Castiel's friends take him out to the strip club one night to congratulate him on his new job, and Dean ends up giving him a lap dance. They have an instant connection, and exchange numbers after the dance. Come Monday morning, they discover that Castiel's new job... is as Dean's new assistant.    (No credit)        

3. Dean is an assassin for hire who is convinced that he's hidden his occupation from Cas, his husband of twelve years. Cas has known about Dean since before they got married, but hasn't said anything because he thinks Dean is cute when he's trying to be covert. Then, one day, everything changes, and Dean finds out just how much Castiel knows.     (Credit to blackhorsedances on ao3)

All Ships:

1. Character A is bored with their life. They've had no luck in love, a job they hate, and are looking for a way out. A relative they've never heard of dies, leaving Character A as the sole beneficiary of their will - including a little garlic bread shop in a remote, but beautiful, village. It takes time to warm up to the new life, to find out what's important, but meeting Character B helps put things in perspective. They clash at first, but eventually A and B fall in love. As they do, A discovers that the village is plagued with vampires, and the late relative was the last in a long line of vampire hunters. Can A find true love, keep the world safe from vampires, AND manage not to burn the garlic bread?    (No credit)

2. A young villain tries to mug Character A, but when he sees their face, he flees in terror. Upon further investigation, Character A finds out that their high school sweetheart, Character B, is now the most powerful villain in the world - and that they've got Chracter A on their "'Do Not Harm Or Else' list."    (No credit)

3. Character A wakes up to find that they drunkenly got married to Character B in Vegas. Whether they knew each other already or are complete strangers is up to you. While trying to get a divorce/annulment, one or both of them realize that maybe they don't want to end the marriage after all. Ultimately, they have to decide to either stay together, or go their separate ways.        (Credit to entropic_saudade on ao3)

[redroses07]

destiel my babies

[caught-a-dragonfly]

Take The Long Way Home

A story by sidewinder | @hawkland With art by me made for @deancaspinefest!

[deancaspinefest]

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[naughtystiel]

all we need is patience (que sera, sera) | 27.1k

Ten years after their graduation, now in mid-thirties, Dean and his college friends have a reunion at his cramped flat he calls home. What’s meant to be a simple night of fun turns into a mix of misunderstandings, jealousy and raw hurt that leads to a journey of mutual empathy, rediscovering what was once lost and creating something new out of the old pieces that just waited to be picked up again.

As it turns out, all it takes is a bit of patience.

[ohsc]

destiel, 1.1k words, nsfw 18+, kind of somno, handjob, spitting, kissing

There was a hand against his abdomen and the touch made him sigh, eyelids fluttering. The weight pressed up against his back was nice, too, steady and firm and warm.

The shifting of covers, soft breath on his ear, and the hands dipped lower.

Still caught in the clutches of sleep, Dean only grunted and nuzzled further into his pillow, his breathing started to even out again. It wasn’t often he got to sleep in, and since all they had to do that day was just drive back home, he was grabbing the opportunity with both hands. He didn’t even register what was going on until the fingers dipped beneath his waistband and there was a hand taking ahold of his cock and that’s when his eyes snapped open, inhaling sharply through his nose.

A sound hadn’t even escaped him and a hand was clasping over his mouth, skin warm against his face.

“Shh, it’s just me,” the breath that tickled his ear was warm, too, in fact all of him was warm, prickling with a familiar heat as the fingers tightened around his cock, encouraging a groan into the palm over his mouth. “Dean, Sam is next door.”

If he could, he would have told his angel that the predicament was entirely not his fault, and Cas was the one who had shoved his hand down his pants, but his fucking hand was over his mouth and all he could do was nod shakily as he took sharp breaths through his nose.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been woken up like this, sometimes with Castiel’s hand and sometimes with his mouth, but usually they were shut away in the privacy of their room in the bunker where Dean had the freedom to be as loud as he wanted to be. Not with Sam one room over, with all that was between them being the shitty motel walls probably thinner than cardboard.

His hand shifted and Dean’s jaw clenched shut as another sound rumbled up and out of his chest, fingers grasping tight to the covers still around him that didn’t help with the overwhelming heat of the moment. Jesus Christ he was a mess.

A whine left his throat as Cas’ hand let go of him, though it was only brought up in front of his face as his other hand released its grip on his face. “Spit,” his voice came from behind him, chest rumbled against Dean’s back with the deep cadence, and the command was enough for him to exhale shakily as he spat into the palm cupped beneath his face. “Good.”

The other hand returned to cover his mouth and he was back to the sharp breathing through his nose, a little thankful that he was being kept quiet when his hand went back to his dick, slick enough with his spit to stroke him smoothly, and the groan that left his chest was filthy.

They hadn’t even been doing this for long. This being the kissing and the sex and the fact that Dean couldn’t be in the same room with Cas for too long without his heart almost giving out on him. One thing he had learned in that short stretch of time was that Cas was fucking horny, horny a lot of the time. Angel of the lord his ass.

Castiel’s hand shucked forwards again and he fucking whimpered, his hand releasing from the white-knuckled grip on the sheets to reach back and cling to the angel’s thigh, instead, breathing sharp and hard with each pump of his cock. And Christ his head was spinning, eyes squeezed shut and panting and he wasn’t even sure if he was thinking of anything outside of bright blue eyes and the strong hand wrapped around his cock.

His nails dug into Cas’ thigh and all it earned him was a warm mouth on the back of his neck, nipping and sucking another mark he’d have to hide from Sam since he wasn’t entirely fucking sure how to even explain all of this to his brother.

His thumb swiped over the head of his cock and he whimpered again, hips jerking forwards towards the hand working magic on him, and all it took was a few more pumps and he came with a moan, brain fuzzing like tv static and body going all tingly. Castiel kept stroking him until he was groaning at the sensitivity and went all twitchy, and only then did the two hands let go of him. His boxers were now wet and he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to breathe properly anymore, but fuck did he feel good.

Finally able to, Dean rolled onto his side to look up at the other, still panting and hot all over, and he was met with a smirk.

“Good morning, Dean.”

His jaw dropped open, actually physically just fell, and for a moment he just stared. Did he have any sort of idea what he did to him? Did to his head? His heart?

Dean wasn’t keen on figuring it out right then, though, so instead he lifted his hand to cup the back of his neck and brought him down to kiss him with a groan, all tongue and teeth and want. That’s all that had been between them for weeks, this deep-rooted all consuming want that burned and sizzled beneath his skin whenever his angel was near.

What was happening to him?

His hand unconsciously searched for Cas’ belt, only aware he’d even moved when a hand clamped down around his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“But you—” Dean’s breath stuttered a little pathetically. God, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right then. That kind of thinking was for when he was behind the wheel of his Baby and had time to spiral over these things. “Cas, you—”

“I’ll be fine,” he was still smirking, fucker, a hand lifting to stroke Dean’s cheek. “You should get cleaned up and dressed, I’m sure Sam will want to leave soon.”

Dean was still panting when Castiel got up and off of the bed with one last kiss and murmur of, “I will meet you out by the car to prevent any distractions.”

The door shut behind him and Dean exhaled hard as his head fell back down on the pillow. He still felt all tingly and hot and he still hadn’t quite gotten his breathing back to normal yet, all he knew and that whatever this was, they were deep in it.

Hands fell over his face and he groaned. “Son of a bitch.”

[hornystiel]

read here

6k, explicit, they fight and fuck and care

[casblackfeathers]

So Maybe You're My Fairytale

written by @casblackfeathers

When his dad goes missing, Dean follows a trail that leads to a small town seemingly plagued by monsters in the nearby woodland. Motivated by the growing count of missing persons and tales surrounding a terrifying beast, Dean embarks on a hunt to investigate the mysterious forest. The last thing he is expecting to find is an enchanted castle with talking furniture and cutlery. It's straight out of one of those Disney movies Sammy used to make Dean watch when they were kids. But Dean’s life has never been a fairytale, not since that dreadful night when he was four. Now trapped within the fortress’s walls and with no way to contact the outside world, Dean turns his attention to finding a way to break the curse and free himself and the castle's inhabitants. Dean is certain this Beast, Castiel, is the source of the mess they’re all in. But he can’t shake the feeling there’s something more in those too-blue eyes and ferocious demeanor. Instead, Dean finds himself pulled to him, wondering if he could ever learn to love a beast.

Genre: Beauty and the Beast au, au, canon divergence, fairytale, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, romance, soft!dean, grumpy!castiel Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating: Explicit Word count: 80k

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[angelsdean]

THE RESURRECTION OF DEAN WINCHESTER

Another body was placed before him on the rack. A fresh one. Soul unbroken. They wept, dripping light onto the blood-soaked dungeon floor.

The knife in his hand stung, hellfire shot down his throat, turned his insides to ash. He could not speak, had not spoken in a decade. Not since he finally uttered that broken, "Yes."

A clammy hand slithered over his shoulder. Hot, putrid breath against his cheek.

"Go on, boy. Make me proud."

He lifted his knife. His caged heart sobbed. Rattled. Squeezed itself, vice-like.

It beat outside his body. Or, his chest had been gouged open long ago. A gory window in, putting it right there for all to see. Alastair just laughed. He loved this part. Seeing Dean tear himself in two.

"What's the matter, Dean?" he cooed, pressing up close. "You know you love it." Alastair lifted Dean's chin with a finger. "Got a freshie, just for you. They always scream so pretty, no?"

Dean shuttered his eyes. It did nothing to change the scene. Please, he cried, inside. Please, end this torture. Someone, please.

He'd been begging for an eternity. Salvation never came. Still, he prayed, small and childlike. Four years old, asking for his mother. Forty years in Hell, asking for this fire to stop burning.

"Do you need me to break you a little?" Alastair continued in that same false sweetness. "Will that get you going?" His hands were all over. More hands growing and groping. Dean shook as knives were plunged into him. Twisting hooks. Two hands 'round his neck. One finger probing at his caged heart.

Dean sobbed, screamed out. His own light leaked onto the floor, out of the dark void that had come to mask his soul.

He couldn't hurt another soul. He couldn't stand it. He let the knife fall. Clattering like a thunderclap. Light continued to spill out, filling the room. Alastair increased his onslaught, displeased by Dean's disobedience.

"I will put you back on the rack," he roared. "I will take you apart piece by piece. You will never be whole again. Deep down. You know it. You are rotten to the core." His hand shot through Dean's guts, scooping him clean, leaving him empty.

A ringing filled his ears. Dean couldn't hear himself anymore. Even Alastair's voice faded away. The room continued to fill with light. Different now. Blue-white mingling with the gold of Dean's soul.

Opening his eyes against the brilliance he caught glimpses of massive wings and shifting heads, changing colors and claws. Millions of eyes looked at him. Dean shut his own eyes once more, and the image he'd seen fizzled away, incomprehensible to his mind.

Then the being gripped him. His shoulder burned at the point of contact, but it was a pleasant burn.

The searing sensation zipped through him. Warm and cool all at once. The cage around his heart fell away.

He was pulled upwards, like a fish on a hook, shooting through the water up towards the light.

For the first time in forty years, he felt no pain. Breaking the surface, he drank his first breath from the being that enveloped him.

Then, deep and clear as a bell, a voice proclaimed: DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED.

➥ supernatural september prompts: rotten, reanimated, between heaven and hell, trueform

[valleydean]

CHAMPION

Posting begins 4/13/2024 Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read parts I & II on ao3 | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

[folkbloodbaths]

While the warm wind blows through the Eastern Halls, the Angel tends to the Dead. 

Dean / Cas Horrorfest presents: 

The Forgotten Halls

Art by @thestarsmakemedream-art Story by allthismusic 

Rated: T  Word count: 9k

Tags/Warnings: Inspired by Piranesi by Susannah Clarke, post-canon, the Empty, amnesia, non-euclidean space

Summary: A long time from now — maybe decades, maybe centuries — there are only the Halls, and the Entity, and the Angel. They exist in harmony, mostly. When an outsider changes their routine, a routine so long-standing that the Angel remembers nothing that had come before it, the disturbance will threaten the fabric of their entire universe.

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest 

Preview: 

“You could be like them,” the Entity says when it comes upon the Angel gently moving the remains of a boy in red clothing so that he does not get washed away by the next tide. The Angel looks up from his task to greet his visitor. “Still, you do not rest,” the Entity says. Its face is familiar to the Angel in a way that reminds him of his own, but there’s something about it, something behind it that seems to shift and change and somehow makes the Angel feel as though he is looking through the Entity rather than at it.  “They need me,” the Angel explains. “And you have asked me to observe the Halls.”  “Your selflessness knows no bounds,” the Entity says dryly. The Angel does not understand why this does not sound like a compliment. “But yes. If you cannot find it in yourself to diminish, then it is very useful for you to expand our knowledge of these… Halls.”  The Angel follows the Entity’s gaze around the Halls, with its dark recesses and its gothic arches. There are three statues in the chamber where the Red-Clothing Boy rests: a sweet-looking cherub, a lion’s-head bust, and an intricately carved bird that the Angel thinks might be a phoenix. It is one of the most interesting chambers of the Halls, but the Entity’s eyes seem to slide past its elaborate statues and its intriguing nooks and crannies. “Have you seen anyone else here?” the Entity asks. Its tone is carefully calm, but there is a metallic scrape to its words that betrays a sense of intensity.  “Yes, of course,” the Angel says, and the Entity looks taken aback. But when he starts reminding his visitor of the other Dead, like the Red-Clothing Boy, who dwell stilly and silently within the Halls, it quickly becomes clear that the Angel’s charges are not who the Entity is asking about.  “There are Others who seek to find this place,” the Entity explains gravely. “There may be as many as three, but I think only one will come. The Hunter.”  “What is he hunting?” the Angel asks.  “You,” the Entity says, and though a hint of threat is present in its answer, the Angel feels unexpectedly hopeful. “Me,” the Entity continues. “These Halls… if the Hunter finds his way here, the very architecture of this place is in danger, along with all its inhabitants. If you see him, you must tell me immediately, and you must not speak to him.”

[infinitecakes]

We're Back with a BANG!

Infinite Cakes is now back, but in Bang format! Over the next few weeks, we would love to get your prompt ideas, and the very best ones will be chosen to inspire our bang authors and artists. You can find the form to submit your ideas here!

While we do have plans to run a multi-ship version later next year, the first iteration of this new bang will be focused on our favourite angel and his hunter. Check out our rules here Check out our schedule here

[shineforthee]

ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon

Author: @shineforthee | Artist: @witchy-worm

Rating: Mature Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Grief & Loss, Ambiguous Ending, Derealization, Apocalypse, Suicidal Ideation Summary: Dean has always known it was ending. The world, that is. He knew it when he was three, awake and screaming in the middle of the night with the image of fire leaving an afterburn behind his eyelids. He knew it while he learned to ride a bike, while he went to his first school dance, had his first kiss, tipped back his first beer with his dad. He knew it when dad left, too. When Sammy died. When it all began to crumble.

He has always known it was ending. Now he's alone in a cabin somewhere so far north and so far west that he thinks half the continent never knew it existed in the first place, and he's got the same damn nightmares, the same burn behind his eyes, and the sense that ending is a verb that goes on and on into eternity and outside of time.

Excerpt:

There are only five things:

The sky, vibrant violet, swirling clouds like eyes staring, blinking down at him.

Clarity, sharp and unbidden. He wakes as if he’s slept a thousand years, as if he’s never slept before this one singular moment.

With that clarity, pain. Sharp. Unbidden.

Screaming. God there’s screaming and it’s coming from inside him. It’s trying to get out so badly. Ripping from his throat. He didn’t know fish could scream. Didn’t know worms could scream. Didn’t know bones could scream.

The hard rock knuckles are gone from behind and beneath him and whatever has replaced them is palm-soft. He cannot remember the last time something was soft.

Coming to @deancashorrorfest this October

[insomniacirl]

Thinking about Cas losing his mind watching Dean ride a horse like it's completely normal and natural for him- perfectly balanced with his strong thighs spread, tightened against the horse's sides.

Thinking about Dean having the time of his life, being too busy tipping his cowboy hat to people to notice Cas losing all his sensibilities in the background.

[deancaspinefest]

Congratulations to all of the incredible artists and authors who participated in the eighth round of the Dean/Cas Pinefest!

Over the past month, 34 authors and 23 artists teamed up to share a collective 1,420,869 words of pine-filled fic and 117 works of art. The talent and artistry of this fandom absolutely floors us every year, and we're so happy that you're all still here sharing your wonderful creations with us 🌲 

With that in mind, we'll definitely be back for more! An official announcement for the 2025 Pinefest -- our ninth year -- will come sometime in July. Follow us here on Tumblr to make sure you don’t miss out on any details!

Under the cut, you’ll find links to every fic & art masterpost from the 2024 round, and you can also check out the collection on Ao3. Make sure to let the authors and artists know how much you enjoyed their creations with a like, kudos, or best of all, a reblog, rec, or comment!

following the light

One Drop, when What You Need is the Ocean

Of Dust, Gunpowder and Holy Water

Books, Pies, and Roommates

A Fairy Tale Cliche!

All in Honesty

Another Kind of Memory

Not our kind of thing

Different Currencies

In The Dog Days

Whatever Makes You Happy

Significant severe

all that we intend

Something Happening Somewhen

Two Princes

Broken (The Worst Is Over Now)

Well, I Never Been To Heaven

The Reel Deal

A Fabulous Evening's Apocalypse

Foxfire

Super Double Bus

Suddenly I See

Lavender Fireflies

Heartland Flyer

Something Blue

Wouldn't It Be Nice

If Only You Return to Me

all out to sea

Dear Father

Opposites Distract

Faking It?

Given to Fly

Take The Long Way Home

A Glacial Pace

All caught up on this year’s crop of pine? There are 694 more works of art and 219 more fics to be found in the previous seven Pinefest rounds -- and if you're into numbers, you can find a full breakdown of this and past year’s stats here!

Until next time… happy pining!