#Russian Castiel

[rezal-art]

Fanart Advent Calendar: Day 13!

For That Shipwreck of Your Heart, by Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound. A wonderful fic with a really BAMF Castiel, and, to be honest, BAMF Dean too. I love it!

This piece is part of a personal challenge: an advent calendar that will feature one fanart a day for some of my favorite fics, from the 1st of December to the 24th. Enjoy!

[deancodedcastielenby]

Soulmarked

Story by: @malicmalic | Art by @deancodedcastielenby

Summary: Dean’s life changes drastically on the day his Master Alistair, one of the Italian Mafia Bosses, takes him out to show off to his friends. While most of the changes are for the better, Dean can’t believe the curveballs life is throwing at him. Dealing with the Italians, the Russians, and the Feds would be enough on his own, but throw in the changes to his own biology? It’s a lot. Thankfully Dean’s not alone in this, and with his soulmate Castiel, he’s going from the bottom of the organization to the top.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha Castiel, Russian Castiel, Russian Mafia, Omega Dean Winchester, Slave Dean Winchester, Alistair Dies, Soulmate AU, Mating Cycles/ Heat, Heat and Rut, Oral sex, Anal sex, Smut, lots of it, Mating, Top Castiel/ Bottom Dean Winchester, Switching, Sam is a nerd, Lucifer is an okay guy, Healing, Happy ending, not much angst, BAMF Castiel

Words: 18000 | Rating: Explicit

Link to Fic | Link to Art

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Russian Castiel if forced to be a taxi driver.

[destielsoulmatebang]

Soulmarked

Story by: @malicmalic | Art by: @deancodedcastielenby

Master post: here

Summary Dean’s life changes drastically on the day his Master Alistair, one of the Italian Mafia Bosses, takes him out to show off his friends. While most of the changes are for the better, Dean can’t believe the curveballs life is throwing at him. Dealing with the Italians, the Russians, and he Feds would be enough on its own, but throw in the changes to his own biology? It’s a lot. Thankfully Dean’s not alone in this, and with his soulmate Castiel, he is going from the bottom of the organization to the top!

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha Castiel, Russian Castiel, Russian Mafia, Omega Dean Winchester, Slave Dean Winchester, Alistair Dies, Soulmate AU Mating Cycles/ Heat, heat and rut, Oral sex, Anal sex, Smut, Lots of it, mating, top Castiel/ Bottom Dean, switching, Sam is a nerd, Lucifer is an okay guy, Healing, Happy Ending, not much angst, BAMF Castiel

Link to Fic | Link to Art

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[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Destiel Pompt #15

Graduation/Commencement Speech AU with Dean Winchester as the valedictorian. Castiel, his Professor, gives an introduction speech. Professor and now ex-student finally can act on their feelings for each other once graduation is over. Smut fic.

Political AU. Dean Winchester is running for office with Castiel Novak his Campaign manager and secret partner. If Dean wins, he will have to continue living the lie when he’s really lgbt. If he wins, will Castiel stay? Hurt/Comfort. Angst with Happy ending fic.

Political/Russian Bratva AU. Dean Winchester is running for office, Mayor or Governor. Dmitri Castiel Novak (actually Krushnic) is a Lieutenant or Authority of the Bratva branch that has donates to Dean Winchester’s Campaign and made deals to get Dean to where us is now. Sam is the Campaign Manager and not liking that Dean owes the Bratva but politics sucks. Question is what does Novak/Krushnic want from Dean in return?

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[ladylilithprime]

Day 26: Enchanted

CASTIEL WAS NOT in bed when Sam woke that morning. This wasn't exactly unusual - the Seraph didn't stay over at the Bunker every night, not since the renegotiation of angelic duties with the new leadership of Heaven accounting for a Divinely Sanctioned human mate and the resumption of those duties involving spending at least some time in Heaven doing things Castiel didn't always want to talk about later - but most nights that Castiel was in the Bunker and their bed when Sam went to sleep then he would usually wake up to find Castiel right beside him, watching him wake up with softly glowing eyes and a tender expression. Sam always felt a little embarrassed by that, especially since he knew that Castiel's presence in the bed was deliberate; the angel didn't sleep, and would frequently take the opportunity once Sam was out and unlikely to succumb to nightmares to read or investigate the store rooms in the Bunker for things that would or could be dangerous for a human to handle and catalog them properly. It was part of their morning ritual for Castiel to review those discoveries with Sam, and Dean if he was awake and present, over breakfast and coffee. The only times Castiel didn't come to bed before Sam woke were when something was dangerous or preoccupying enough that the angel waited with the artifact to give both brothers a thorough report on it before leaving to acquire the necessary components to securely store or destroy it.

Therefore, knowing that he had gone to bed with Castiel stroking his hair and softly reading The Wizard of OZ aloud as he fell asleep, Sam was only mildly concerned to wake up alone. That concern increased as he shuffled out the door towards the kitchen and became aware of Dean's voice raised in aggression and the growl of Castiel answering him. Castiel's voice sounded a little off, too, and there was an added layer to the subharmonics that Sam had started being able to hear after their Bond was solemnized that meant his mate was getting very frustrated with whatever Dean was complaining about. Sam tried not to groan - it was too early to play mediator! - but he scrubbed his hands over his face and forced his feet to carry him the rest of the way into the kitchen.

"Morning, Dean. Morning, Cas," Sam yawned, peering through the fall of his hair at his brother and his mate. Dean looked almost comical, caught between murderous and baffled as he stood on one side of the kitchen holding a frying pan up in a threatening gesture. Castiel, on the other hand, looked more tired than anything, arms crossed and eyes blinking slowly, the agitated ruffle of feathers in those massive wings smoothing out and fanning open in welcome as Sam approached. Blue eyes met his and Sam obligingly ducked his head to greet his mate with the silently requested kiss as they usually shared. "So what did you find in the store rooms this time?"

"What the hell, Sam?!" Dean exploded, waving his frying pan in a wide arc. "That ain't Cas!"

"I think I'm capable of recognizing my own mate, jerk," Sam huffed as he rolled his eyes, though now that he thought about it the body fitting itself neatly against his side did feel slighter than the late Jimmy Novak, and there hadn't been the familiar tickle of stubble against his chin when they had kissed. Had he needed to duck his head more than usual? Sam turned back to Castiel and made himself really focus, filtering through the sight of his mate's upturned Face to look at the flesh and bone form Castiel wore. He blinked. "New vessel, or something in the Bunker?"

"As I was attempting to explain to Dean," Castiel said with a huff that Sam absently noted sounded a lot like him only higher in pitch, "The artifact I encountered in the third most store room last night has altered my physical appearance. I would speculate that it also has an external dissociative component to the enchantment as, despite being told repeatedly who I am, he continues to disbelieve me."

"And I recognize you because...?"

"You are not attempting to identify me by my physical appearance," Castiel explained, one hand gesturing up and down to indicate the changed stature and gracefully feminine curves Sam could just make out beneath the T-shirt and sweatpants that had been borrowed for bed the night before. "This does not confuse you because you rarely look at my Vessel anymore, and the enchantment was only enacted upon a physical level."

"Makes sense," Sam nodded. Bonding with Castiel had given him the ability to perceive his mate's True Form, and after the initial adjustment to seeing the huge wings and Castiel's real, actual Face, Sam had gotten used to just seeing Castiel instead of "Castiel in his Jimmy suit", as Dean put it. Speaking of his brother, Sam looked over at Dean and raised his eyebrows. "Dude, relax. If you can't bring yourself to believe this really is Castiel, can you at least trust that I wouldn't be this comfortable around a complete stranger?"

"Fair enough," Dean admitted after a moment of silence, lowering the frying pan. "So what do we do to fix this and get Cas back?"

Sam looked back down at Castiel, who... winced.

"There was a manual, of sorts, for the artifact," the angel admitted, bringing one hand up to shove back through much longer than usual dark hair. "The language was rather frustratingly euphemistic and, predictably, rather outdated by modern standards, but the purpose and properties of the artifact were cataloged."

"So, a very old artifact, clearly if euphemistically labeled, possibly made by the Men of Letters themselves, and changes the physical sex of a person's body with an added dissociation element to not connect the new body fully with the original person," Sam summarized with a thoughtful frown. There was an answer there, one his still-tired brain wasn't quite able to reach for, and that clearly made Castiel uncomfortable to talk about. Coffee was definitely still needed, because at this rate he wasn't going to be much help.

"Oh, shit," Dean muttered, the frying pan falling to the floor from his abruptly lax grip with a loud clang. "Don't tell me it's a sex thing!"

"Very well," Castiel deadpanned, and fell silent.

"Oh come on!" Dean groaned when it became obvious what Castiel was doing. He scrubbed a hand over his face and bent to pick up the frying pan. "Okay, fine. Freaky sex totem for a bunch of repressed research nerds who took the Men of Letters part too seriously for too damn long. How do we reverse it?"

"The artifact is designed to reverse itself within forty-eight hours, provided the person... affected... engages in coitus within that time frame," Castiel explained stiffly. "Otherwise, the condition will persist for a further week, and then another further week until the sexual requirement has been fulfilled. The purpose of the artifact was not meant for a permanent transformation, but was intended for purely recreational purposes."

There was a moment of silence while both Sam and Dean processed that statement, that Castiel was going to be stuck in this enchantment-altered body until that body was used for sex. Well, Sam thought, there was the possibility of going out and finding a different vessel, leaving the enchanted body of Jimmy Novak empty and female in the Bunker-- nope, that wasn't going to work, for more reasons than just Castiel's preference to retain a vessel that had been released completely without an attendant soul being taken from his or her life. So, sex it was, even though Castiel was asexual and Sam--

At length, Dean heaved a heavy sigh and said what best summed up the situation. "Well, fuck."

[dropofbittersea]

Dean Winchester is a young Omega working three jobs to support himself and his abusive, alcoholic father. His dream is to help his aunt and uncle send his brilliant little brother to college.

One of the few bright spots for him is the job he works at a burger place called Mystery Spot, a restaurant owned by four Russian brothers that Sammy and Dean joke all the time is a front for a mafia. One day, however, when a man comes in and tries to kill Dean’s favorite Krushnic brother right in front of him, the Omega is forced to admit that maybe his running joke with Sammy isn’t too far off the mark.

As Dean is thrown into the world of the Krushnic mafia, he finds himself getting closer than ever to Castiel Krushnic himself. The Alpha seems to harbor a strange soft spot for Dean, one that grows more obvious and more confusing by the day. Suddenly, Dean has to wonder why the kindest person in his life is a mafia boss, and why said mafia boss is so dead-set on taking care of him.

It’ll take a very stubborn person to convince Dean he deserves that. It’s lucky Castiel Krushnic is a very stubborn man.

[sastielsfandom]

I just read this:

Someone reached out to me and asked to translate, Can The World Stop For A Small Moment? With my go ahead, they wrote this. I read it, I absolutely love it. I hope you will too. Show some love for the amazing person who translated this, it's wonderfully done and honestly, quite quickly too! I'm over the moon with this!!

[lanevra]

In person, Omega Dean gave a similar impression to the police photo; reserved and cautious. He was certainly not as happy, friendly, and perhaps even cheeky as in the school photo. The fact that he was dressed in a gray tracksuit and that his hair was bald certainly played a role, but so did the way he moved and the way he looked around the room. He was mapping his surroundings in much the same way they taught you at the police academy. Check all the exits, including the windows, take stock of the potential weapons in the room and assess the level of danger for everyone present and then, in Dean's case, choose the safest place to sit down.

He had a choice of two chairs opposite the sofa where he and Peter sat; one with a window to the street behind it and the other to a corner of the room. Omega chose the latter, and without the slightest hesitation, with a confidence more akin to Alpha or a very dominant Beta, he sat down in it, oblivious to the fact that Alpha Evans was making his way towards him first. And he didn't cower or fold his hands in his lap, as Omegas were wont to do when faced with an uncomfortable situation or conversation. He kept his head up, his eyes darting between Diana and Peter in disbelief, and he spread his legs comfortably but remained tense. Attentive. Yes, that was definitely Omega Dean Winchester. He was a very attentive young Omega who stood out from the average in both his appearance and his clearly dominant demeanor.

[vankaar]

[4c-aperture]

misha collins first name is what now

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Destiel prompt #11

Bodyguard/Mercenary team Dean and Sam Winchester paid to guard the (Russian) Authority Dmitri Castiel Krushnic during Chicago Mafia War between the Italian-Irish Mafia (children wed so they came together and encroaching on territory they could e before due to size and power). Sam is in charge of the bigger picture security while Dean is Krushnic’s personal bodyguard.

I can’t help myself but see this picture and imagine this scenario: Dean and Cas as celebrity husbands, being ushered through the paparazzi with the aid of manager/bodyguard Sam.

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[nimblefoxes]

I promised more Supercatural so here it is! 🐱 I’m glad y’all are enjoying these as much as I am!

I’ve only seen up to Season 8, so I hope the choices make sense for the newer characters! I tried as good as I can without further spoiling myself (somehow) 🫢

Breeds under the cut >>>>

Castiel - Bombay Kevin - Burmese Meg - Long Hair Tortie Benny - Nebelung Rowena - Abssynian Ruby - Havana Brown Charlie - American Curl Jody - Russian Blue Garth - Cornish Rex Claire - Turkish Angora Jack - Snowshoe

[jemariel]

the fact that aus tend to give cas jimmy’s last name is endlessly funny to me