#and I’m. okay. I’ve been wearing deans amulet lately

[lizstiel]

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[cestlestial-beings]

Desire

Summary: Sam finds a prostitute that can shapeshift to take Dean's form. Loosely based on @wincestdailyheadcanons‘s Headcanon #32 Part of my Unrequited Wincest series

Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam Winchester, Original Shapeshifter Character, Dean Winchester Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Word Count: 2000 AO3: Link

Excerpt:

Sam rests a hand on Dean’s chest, curls his hand into a fist around the soft fabric of Dean’s shirt, searches Dean’s eyes. Not Dean’s eyes, he thinks but he pushes away the thought. They’re enough like Dean’s eyes. The same emerald green. The same depth. The same softness, as they focus on Sam. He takes a deep breath to lose himself to this again, and finally his head’s cleared enough to think this is real, for a moment.

It’s just Dean in front of him now, familiar but still so beautiful that he takes Sam’s breath away.

Full Fic:

It had taken a while to find this person. He’d heard a rumor, and it took a lot of asking around to get the details he needed. And it had taken longer to find a hunt close enough for Sam to be able to make an excuse about going to see a girl so he could meet up with them late at night, without raising Dean’s suspicion.

Sam meets her at a nice hotel with a king-size bed and slightly dimmed, romantic lighting—her choice.

She’s wearing a black dress and knee-high black boots, her curly hair loose around her shoulders. Classy, yet suggestive. The two of them sit on the room’s crisp, white couch to work out terms.

“So,” she says after she finishes counting the cash he gave her. “Who will it be?” 

Sam pulls a photo out of his wallet. Dean, grinning at the camera, his green eyes sparkling. And something of Dean’s, too, like she’d asked for over the phone—a small amulet Sam had dug out from Dean’s bag. Sam passes them to the woman.

“Hm. And how do you want me to play it? Sweet and romantic? Rough? Kinky?”

Sam swallows. This is so fucked up. Why is he doing this? He considers standing up and walking out, right now, but he knows he’ll regret it if he does. This is a rare opportunity. “Romantic, I guess,” he finally says. “But we can play it by ear.”

“Sure,” she says. She stands up and grabs the small suitcase she’d brought along. “I’ll be just a moment.” She disappears into the bathroom and he hears the shower turn on.

Sam bounces his leg while he waits, feeling nervous. His desperation is pathetic, but this past year of working with Dean… Sam’s not sure he can take it much longer. He had to do something.

Finally the shower shuts off. A minute later the bathroom door opens, and Dean steps out. Black t-shirt, jeans, bare feet. His hair is slightly damp and untextured from his shower. Dean smiles at him, a soft, warm smile that makes Sam’s breath catch. “Hey, little brother.”

“Hey,” Sam says softly, standing up. He approaches Dean. He doesn’t have to hold back this time, he thinks, he can do what he wants to—needs to—do.

  He’d thought about a moment like this a thousand times. What would he say, when he confessed to Dean? What would he do? How would Dean react?

He rests a hand on Dean’s chest, curls his hand into a fist around the soft fabric of Dean’s shirt, searches Dean’s eyes. Not Dean’s eyes, he thinks but he pushes away the thought. They’re enough like Dean’s eyes. The same emerald green. The same depth. The same softness, as they focus on Sam. He takes a deep breath to lose himself to this again, and finally his head’s cleared enough to think this is real, for a moment.

It’s just Dean in front of him now, familiar but still so beautiful that he takes Sam’s breath away.

“Dean…” He feels tears prickle at the back of his eyes as he finally, finally says what he’s been holding back for so long. “I’m in love with you. So, so in love with you. God. I want you so much.”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turns up. “Come on, man. Don’t get all sappy on me.”

Sam pulls him in and kisses him, the way he’s wanted to for years, desperate and hungry and hard. Dean matches the intensity, sliding his tongue against Sam’s lips, pushing into Sam’s mouth, claiming him. His lips are soft against Sam’s, his taste minty, and Sam’s surprised that up close he even smells like Dean. Let that go, Sam tells himself. He needs to get caught up in this, or it won’t be worth it.

Dean unbuttons Sam’s flannel while they kiss, pushes it off his shoulders.

Dean pulls away, his lips still close to Sam’s. “Sammy. Bed. Now.”

Sam laughs softly. “Sure.” Bossy big brother taking the lead. It’s reassuring.

Sam climbs onto the bed and lies back. Dean crawls over him, resting his hands on either side of Sam’s head and bending down to kiss Sam again.

Dean pulls away and sits back for a moment.“Come on,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”

Sam pulls off his t-shirt, climbs out of his pants and boxers, tosses all of it over the side of the bed. Dean looks him over. “Beautiful,” he whispers, running a hand down Sam’s chest. “I’ve been missing out, huh?” he says, cracking a smile, and Sam’s heart flutters.

“You have me now,” Sam says.

“Yeah, I do,” Dean says.

“I want to see you too,” Sam says, but he takes the lead this time, pulling off Dean’s shirt, unbuttoning Dean’s pants. Dean finishes undressing in front of Sam and, as Sam looks at him, it’s suddenly hard to breath. Does every part of this Dean look like the real deal? No—don’t think about that. This isn’t like Dean, this is Dean.

Dean bends down, slides a tongue up Sam’s abdomen, up to his nipple. He swirls his tongue around it and Sam gasps. Dean’s hand finds Sam’s dick. He jerks it slowly, his grip soft and just light enough that Sam shivers.

“You like that?” Dean says, his voice low.

“Yes,” Sam says.

 Dean runs his tongue up a little further, sucks on Sam’s skin by his collarbone. Dean strokes a thumb around the tip, and Sam stifles a moan. “It’s okay, baby brother,” Dean says. “You can let it out.”

His hand runs down Sam’s cock, and this time Sam lets himself moan “Dean” as his hands grasp helplessly at Dean’s back while Dean pleasures him, kisses him, marks him.

Dean pauses to look at Sam through his eyelashes.

“Do you want to be inside me, Sammy?” Dean asks, and then bites his lip, already pink and tender from the kissing.

Sam pauses. He’s thought about this, the first time, for so, so long and he knows exactly what he wants. But he’s always wondered what Dean would prefer, if this situation ever happened. How is the real Dean in bed? Would he want to top or bottom? Would he act like the shifter is now?

Don’t think about that, Sam tells himself, and out loud he whispers, “Yes.”

Dean smiles and reaches over to a small bag on the nightstand, pulls out a condom and some lube. He leans back to straddle Sam’s legs and keeps his eyes fixed on Sam’s while he opens the condom, unrolls it down over Sam’s length.

Sam licks his lips. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this turned on before. All the times he’s fantasized, actualized in front of him now. The long lashes over Dean’s fiery eyes, filled with lust. His smooth chest, his soft stomach. His impish grin as he squirts some lube into his hand, rubs it onto Sam’s dick.

Sam can’t stand it anymore. He rolls them both over so Dean is underneath him, looking up at him.

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Control freak.”

“You like it,” Sam says, and he’s kissing Dean again before Dean can dispute it. He slips one finger into Dean, two, to open him up.

Dean breaks away for a moment. “Quit teasing,” he murmurs. “Come on. Fuck me.”

“You want me that bad, huh?”

“Always have,” Dean says, and Sam feels a thrill go through him before he remembers but he doesn’t.

“Something wrong, Sammy?” Dean asks, a hand coming up to stroke Sam’s cheek.

“Huh? Oh. No, sorry. I was just… Thinking.”

“Well, don’t,” Dean says. He smiles softly at Sam. “Relax, okay? Let it go. Whatever you’re thinking about.”

“Okay,” Sam says, and he’s only able to offer up a wavering smile. He pulls back just enough to line himself up with Dean’s hole. Dean tilts his hips to make it easier for Sam, and Sam slides in.

Dean lets out a long exhale, his fingers digging into the back of Sam’s thighs, pulling him closer. Dean is warm and tight and as Sam starts to rock into Dean, he looks down at his brother’s face. Dean’s eyes are squeezed shut, his head pressed back into the pillow, his mouth wet and open as he breathes hard.

Sam feels an unexpected pang of jealousy. Dozens of girls got to see Dean like this, hot and worked up and turned on and so, so beautiful, and Sam never had, never would, see Dean—the real Dean—like that, even though Sam had been with Dean his entire life and those girls had only been in it for a night. 

Sam only notices that he’s stopped moving completely when he feels Dean run a hand down his cheek. “Hey. Be here,” he says. “Be with me.” His voice is soft, and Sam closes his eyes at the words, at the feel of Dean’s warm fingers on his face, and Dean’s words work, a little bit. Sam feels like he’s a little bit outside of himself while he starts to move against Dean again, like this is a little unreal, but he manages to clear his mind enough to lose himself in the pleasure, the bliss of having Dean beneath him,  kissing him, listening to him moan out Sam’s name when he comes. Hearing his name on Dean’s lips pushes Sam over the edge too, and he comes a second later.

Sam pulls out and lies down next to Dean, the only sound in the room coming from both of them breathing hard.

Sam rolls onto his side to look at Dean. Coming down from his orgasm-high, it feels even more clear that this Dean isn’t Dean, that this sex didn’t mean anything, that in a few hours, things would go back to how they were—Sam hiding his feelings from Dean, because he wants something from Dean that Dean could never give.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Sam asks softly. It still doesn’t feel right, but spending the night wrapped in the arms of not-Dean sounds so much more appealing than spending the night in the same room as but still distant from the real Dean, sleeplessly staring at the ceiling and feeling guilty and alone.

“Yeah, baby,” Dean says. He gives Sam a light kiss. “Me and the room are yours until morning. We can go again, if you want.” The words of an escort to a john, not from a man to his lover.

Still, Sam says, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

———

Sam lets himself back into the motel room the next morning. He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, but he’s cleaned up and looking like his normal self. He wishes he felt like his normal self, too, not filled with this guilt and shame from spending half the night and a good part of the morning fucking a shifter that looked like his brother.

Dean is up and showered and dressed and drinking coffee. 

“Ha, I know that look. The walk of shame,” Dean says to Sam. “How was she?”

“Don’t be gross, Dean,” Sam says, as he walks to his bag to get a fresh change of clothes, but the real disgust he’s feeling is with himself. He can’t even bring himself to look at Dean—this Dean, the real Dean.

“I’m just glad you’re getting yourself out there again,” Dean says. “It’s been a long time for you, man. I worry about you sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, turning away to hide the look on his face. If Dean knew why it had been so long, he’d have something else to say. “Yeah, I worry about me sometimes, too.”

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Summer in Arizona. Sam thinks it might actually be hell. He’s laying spread eagle on his bed, stripped down to t-shirt and boxers, and this absolute dump of a motel only has an evaporative cooler and so the whole place smells like wet dust. He’s got his eyes closed, concentrated on not moving, and if he doesn’t move then he can pretend like it’s damp instead of sticky--cool, instead of muggy--but unfortunately it doesn’t stop his ears from working, because Dean’s on the phone with Dad. Again.

“Yessir,” Dean says, quiet. Corded phone up near the door and he’s got it pulled all the way over by the mini-fridge. Like if he’s far enough away somehow Sam won’t notice. “Yeah, we got it taken care of. When do you think you’ll--”

Be back, cut off. That’s what Dean always wants--Dad, back, the three of them faking at happy families. Sam opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling fan, slow its only speed. They aren’t exactly a Norman Rockwell painting. Sam doesn’t know why Dean pretends otherwise.

“Yeah,” Dean says, soft, and it’s nasty the way Sam’s gut immediately takes a downward turn. He draws up on his elbows, looking past the screen into the tiny kitchenette. Dean, leaning against the wall with his shoulders hunched in, the cord tangled in his fingers. Chick from a movie talking to her crush, Sam thinks, and his second thought is--worse. “Yeah, Dad. See you.”

He hangs up and sighs. When he turns around he’s surprised for some reason, seeing Sam watching him. “Dad’s gonna be another week,” Dean says, and wipes his forehead with the back of his arm. He’s still wearing jeans, and that Ozzy tour t-shirt they found at the thrift mart. Overdressed, to Sam’s mind. Dean flaps his shirt, his white belly showing. “How do people live here. It’s so frickin’ hot, man.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, sounding braindead. How do they live.

They weren’t supposed to be here. California, Dad had promised, and Dean lit up with talking about going to the beach, cool breezes and girls in bikinis. Of course, when they stalled out here with five hundred miles to go, because Dad caught wind of weird deaths in the Chiricahua Mountains, Dean didn’t complain a peep. He went out with Dad one night--left Sam alone, in this same dumpy motel, to stew and worry--and then he came back by himself the next morning, fretful but loyal. Told Sam, Dad’s got it covered, don’t worry. Like that was what Sam was worried about. Dean had a bruise, on his shoulder, when he came back. Sam laid awake, wondering--knowing. Knowing. He’s always known.

The motel has a pool, if you can call it that. A crappy small kidney bean with no shade, carved out of bleached-white kool deck. It gets locked up at night but they figured out pretty quick that the motel manager’s a drunk and doesn’t give a damn what they do, and so it’s something to occupy them at night--a padlock Sam could’ve picked when he was nine, a six pack of beer they share because Dean can actually get it legally, now. “Not as fun that way,” Dean says, shrugging. Sam rolls his eyes and shoves water at his face, which makes Dean splutter predictable as ever--which makes him dive for Sam, predictable as ever--which means they wrestle, trying to dunk each other, and Sam’s got new height but Dean’s got more experience, and Sam wants to win but--but Dean’s skin is slick-silk, even in the over-chlorinated water, and he’s warm and weightless, and whoever wins Sam’s held right up close against his body and has Dean laughing and right here, right here, with him and nowhere else.

Nobody comes out this way. Not this time of year. There’s a tired hispanic family that checks in, one night, and they have a pretty daughter maybe Sam’s age--who smiles at Dean, shy but interested, and Dean grins at her, blows her a kiss, until her dad sees and she gets berated in a quiet barrage of Spanish. “Dude, I am an international man of mystery,” Dean says, and Sam rolls his eyes and says, “Okay, Austin Powers,” and that was--shit, a mistake, because he knows that instantly Dean’s going to do his terrible Mike Myers impression--but then the phone rings in their room, and Dean’s face changes instantly, and he disappears inside while Sam bangs his head back against the stucco. He doesn’t need to hear to know Dean’s saying, obedient, yessir. Sam looks out at the fire-colored sunset and wonders, bitter, if Dean’s dick gets hard every time he does.

Sick. Not that Sam has room to throw stones. When they finally drag themselves out of the pool--one a.m., four beers under Dean’s belt and two under Sam’s--half the time Dean’ll just change right there, in the kitchenette on, making a puddle on the linoleum. “Dude,” Sam will always say, throwing up hands like it’s gross--because he knows he’s supposed to find it gross--and Dean always says, “Like you don’t love it,” smug. They hardly go out in the day, too damn hot, and so he’s pale, pale, everywhere, his back and the pretty curve of his ass and his legs, bowed out at the knee where Sam knows he’d fit, where he’d slide his hips between them and it’d feel--right. Cowboy legs, Dad called ‘em once, kind of drunk, and Dean had immediately darted a look at Sam and his ears had gone bright red--and Sam had looked away, thinking, yeah. Made for riding.

Seriously, sick. Sicker that he bets he wasn’t the only one in the room having that thought. Sicker, that when Dean tugs up dry boxers and turns around, Sam doesn’t look away fast enough, and Dean sees him and his face does--some strange thing, something Sam doesn’t know how to interpret. His amulet swings in the middle of his pale chest and Sam wants to get up, grab him by it, pull him in. Ask him--why not Sam? Why, if it was going to be anyone--

“Dude, earth to Samuel,” Dean says, and Sam blinks and refocuses. Dean frowns at him, kinda smiling-kinda not. “You gonna sleep in your wet trunks? Get a move on, weirdo.”

“You’re weird,” Sam says, automatic and dumb, and Dean rolls his eyes, throws himself back onto his own bed. Sam looks at him--his knees, spread--his nipples getting hard in the damp cool air--and then looks away. He has to, because if he doesn’t then he has to do something, and he just doesn’t know what to do.

Dad swings by--middle of the night, the next night. Sam’s asleep until the door opens, and then his eyes slam open at the wall away from the door, listening to the low conversation happening behind his back. Everything okay? Yeah, kiddo. Just needed a resupply. Salt and a few other things. Gotta head back into the mountains but I think I’ve about got it cleaned out. Can I help? No--this is a stealth mission, can’t risk it. I’m just taking a shower before I head out. Wanted to stop by and make sure you boys were okay. We’re okay, Dad. Do you...

The bathroom door closes, very quietly. Sam breathes, twice, and sits up, and the room’s empty. He looks at the bathroom door, and the water rushes on, and he can’t hear talking--it’s not Dean sitting on the toilet giving a debrief while Dad cleans up blood and guts, not like they’ve done before--and it takes Sam a minute to realize that he’s chubbing up, his mouth dry because he’s just staring at the pale pink paintjob, and he’s imagining--cowboy legs. Fuck.

They don’t try to wake Sam up, before Dad leaves. The room door closes and Dean fixes up the locks again, and when Sam turns over he’s got his forehead pressed against the paint, his hair still wet and his boxers barely tugged on, and Sam--jesus, how’s he supposed to take it? There’s an engine sound--the peel-out of tires on gravel. Dad’s gone, again. “Good visit?” Sam says, and Dean jumps, looks at Sam over his shoulder.

“Shit, dude, nearly gave me a heart attack,” Dean says. Frowns, after a second. “You woke up?”

“I’ve been here the whole time, Dean,” Sam says, and Dean’s frown gets deeper before his eyes go wide. It’d be kind of funny if Sam weren’t pissed. “Like--I’m not deaf, you know?”

Dean doesn’t say anything. Sam gets up, crosses the room, and Dean doesn’t say anything still until Sam’s right in front of him--both of them in their bare feet and Sam’s got half an inch on him, even if he’s still trying to get the muscle--and Dean says finally, “Sammy, what--” but it’s a little late because Sam’s got his hands on Dean’s arms--damp, warm--and presses him back, against the door.

This close, Sam can see a red mark--a circle, on Dean’s shoulder where normally it’d be covered by a t-shirt--and he thinks, sudden sick certainty, that soon it’ll turn into a bruise. “You let him,” Sam says, and Dean looks--actually panicked. Sam squeezes his arms, rocks him a little against the door. “You let him.”

He does. Eager, like a puppy thrilled that its master came home. Dean stares back and forth between Sam’s eyes, mouth half-open waiting for an excuse to come--but there’s no excuse, they both know it, because Sam’s not deaf and he’s not blind and Dean was just in the shower, too, and there’s a mark on his shoulder, and Sam leans forward in raw stupid hope and kisses Dean. Clumsy--too much force, and their teeth clack--but he pushes in, pins their hips together, holds Dean tight, and realigns their mouths right and licks in. Dean breathes shock, doesn’t participate, and Sam tastes inside--beer, but--whiskey, too--and they haven’t had whiskey, not for weeks, and that means--that means--

Dean flinches--licks at him, too--gets his hands up and pushes at Sam’s ribs and breaks their mouths apart. Sam pants at him, an inch away. Dean’s eyes are bright, wide, his lips wet. “Sammy, what are you doing?” he says, like that’s not fucking obvious.

Sam licks his lips, tastes that phantom flavor. He lets Dean’s arms go and slides down his sides, to his hips, and presses forward until his knee’s between Dean’s knees--that open space. Space that’s maybe already been filled tonight, and the thought makes Sam’s gut lurch. Sloppy seconds. “You gonna let me, too?” he says. Dean’s hand splays against his stomach, holding, while his face goes slowly and deeply red. Sam ducks in, kisses his mouth soft and brief. Dean inhales sharp and his face, when Sam pulls back again, looks somehow dazed. Like soft isn’t what he expected. “We’re supposed to take care of each other. You and me.”

“Sam,” Dean says, rougher, and Sam cups his face in both hands and kisses him, soft, and again, and on the third Dean makes a weird small noise and holds Sam’s waist, fingers digging in, clutching and desperate. Yes, Sam thinks, groaning--yes, Dean touching him--yes, he thinks, at the car driving off into the night--because he’s Dean’s but Dean is his, and maybe with this, finally, he won’t be anyone else’s.

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@destielonfire from your ask: I'm always looking for more themed recs - do you read destiel? What about a rec list of fics where one of them's some kind of creature (eg. merman, vampire, ghost, werewolf,.... angels excluded ofc)? Please tag me if you end up doing it! 

 I wanted to answer this from your ask directly, but it didn’t show me that i could do any formatting! oops! Okay, so you didn’t specify SFW or NSFW but i have both...and I’m thinking you didn’t mean to include anything A/B/O since that could be a whole fic rec in and of itself, though some of the stories actually have them shape change and all...

Also, i know i’ve read (and enjoyed) more than these (if i can find them, maybe i’ll do a second fic rec), but these were just the ones I could find on my bookmark list (and a few that weren’t, somehow, on that list but because i subscribe to the author, they were easy to find)

There were a couple more i wanted to add, but they seem to have just disappeared.

 (Also, my apologies, i am finding this hard to format to look nice and neat like everyone elses stuff does...I’m so sorry.)

​ Halflings    by   @unforth-ninawaters      Rating : explicit

Summary: Ever since his wife Lisa died, Dean Winchester has been willing to do anything for his son Ben. When Ben decided he wanted to adopt a halfling, Dean said yes without hesitation - provided they did so the right way, by giving whichever half-human they decided to bring home the respect and dignity it deserved. Half-octopi Castiel isn't exactly what they were looking for in a pet, but, then, they aren't exactly what Castiel was expecting for owners, either.

Notes: Here there be Tentacle Smut! Technically, listed as not finished and is the only WIP on this list (or i might add other stories) but I keep thinking it’s done...? for some reason?

Funny, He Doesn't Look Orcish!    by Unforth  Rating: General

summary: Convinced of the necessity of war with the orcs, King John sent Dean to spy on the Orcs of the Kingdom of Purgatory. At first, Dean agrees with John's assessment of the situation, but eventually he comes to see things differently. The hard part - surprisingly - is convincing Sam..

Notes: just too amusing :D

 Castiel's Dragon   by Unforth             Rating: Explicit

Summary: Born without legs, Castiel was destined to be a dragon rider. He'd always dreamed of how it would be, and when the day for his pairing came, he knew he'd met the perfect dragon.

Notes: CHECK THE TAGS FIRST

 Unbridled by Angrysouffle                    Rating: Explicit

Summary:  Dean and Sam are trapped in Water Horse Bay, a seemingly idyllic seaside town full of secrets. Castiel the town's local police officer refuses to believe Dean's wild tale of a supernatural horse rescuing kidnapped children. With the Impala broken down, Dean and Sam decide to investigate. Yet every lead they come up with seems to implicate Castiel as a sea monster. Though monster or not, Dean finds himself falling hard for the temperamental Castiel.

Notes: Kelpies! :D

Lost by  Casual_distance                    Rating: Explicit

Summary:  Dean’s lost. Like, really lost. He didn’t even know it was possible to be this lost.

Notes: Very short. Dean gets surprised forest sex basically.

What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie by Annie D (scaramouche)                      Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting.Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus

Notes: Fluffy! Also, Dean isn't inherently a 'creature' but does get turned into one so i hope this counts?

 The Spirit of Lawrence High by @violue     Rating: Explicit

Summary: Dean Winchester is funny, gorgeous, brave, loyal, and a breath of fresh air in Castiel Shurley's life. Dean Winchester is also a ghost haunting Castiel's school, but nobody's perfect, right?

Notes: I hesitated to read this at first because, i mean, ghosts! how do you have a happy ending with ghosts? (and I like my stories to have happy endings even if I cry when I read through them to get there) but yeah....this was good :D

 Forget Me Not by  k_K_Tibal         Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Dean gets a little more than he bargains for when he accidentally buys a haunted flower shop.

Notes : speaking of ghosts... Bittersweet 

Out of the Deep by @riseofthefallenone  rating: Explicit 

Summary: Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep. Castiel should have listened better.

Notes: Mermen! Also, she wrote an alternate POV for this story. Also, also, there's a version where they're both creatures. Also, also, some really inspiring artwork included here.

Qualia by imogenbynigt              Rating: Mature 

Summary: When Sam & Jess move into a smart home, Dean finds an unlikely match in the AI that keeps it running. 

Notes: I want more. *Sniffle*ltleflrt: 

Addicted to You by @ltleflrt  Rating: Explicit (OMG EXPLICIT)

Summary: Dean is a Warlock. A very very drunk Warlock. Oh, and a horny Warlock.Hey, he knows how to summon a succubus!He should totally do that. Hell yeah! Guaranteed hot sex!Except that spellcasting while drunk is a Very Bad Idea. He's just too drunk to remember that.

Notes: Apparently, this derailed from the authors original intent and became something more. I love it :D  

 Cursed Or Not also by ltleflrt    Rating: Explicit 

Summary:While experimenting with magic when he was a kid, Sam accidentally cursed Dean. Now, Dean is forced to wear a spelled amulet constantly, or he'll turn into a random animal. For a little over a decade, he's learned to live with the curse, and has even found it useful in some cases, but he sure would be happier without it.When he meets a witch named Castiel, he's offered a deal. Instead of assuming all witches are bad, Dean can spend a season getting to know him. If at the end of the season, Dean still thinks he's evil Castiel will send him away with his memory wiped of the whole experience. But if he learns that Castiel is not the monster Dean assumes he is, he'll lift Dean's curse.It's an offer Dean can't bring himself to pass up.

Notes: I loved this so much its one of the ones I've downloaded to read as often as I can :D

 The Siren and the Sea Monster by ltleflrt   Rating: explicit

summary: When Cain moves to Washington State, Dean decides to follow him so that he can keep his job as Cain's apprentice. The small town near the sea is Cain's home town, and he has a small beach house that he rents to Dean for dirt cheap, with only a warning to beware of strange neighbors.

Notes: Octopus Cas :D 

 Castiel's Most Precious Jewel (or that time Dean married a giant lizard) by  Valinde (Valyria)        Rating: Explicit

Summary: Dean didn’t care that it was tradition, that it was how things had been done for thousands of years, he didn’t want to get married and he sure as hell didn’t want to marry a fucking dragon.

Notes:

Enchanted Tea Emporium by  mazedoodle, violue   Rating: Teen and up

Summary: As an experienced witch, Castiel has seen many captivating sights in his life. However, nothing he's seen has ever had him quite as entranced as the sight of the man in the flower shop across the road, unloading items from the back of a truck.

notes - so sweet :D  Also, apparantly done for the Reverse Bang which i think is a really cool concept and I'm participating in that THIS year - i can't wait to see if i get something this awesome off *MY* picture :D

Unbound by  Through_shadows_falling    Rating: Mature

Summary: In a world where Witches and Familiars depend on each other to survive, Dean Winchester remains Unbound, and his magic—and life—is dwindling. Dean has accepted his fate, even if his family hasn't. After all, what can he do about it?But then a man stumbles into his life who just might be Dean's Witch, but for some mysterious reason, refuses to Bond. On top of that, there's trouble brewing on the horizon, and it seems that Dean's caught right in the thick of it.Can Dean convince the stranger that they need each other, before it's too late for the both of them—and their world?

Notes: I just really loved this :D

[edenwinchester]

They’ll be alright- Eden Marie Series Part 5

Part 1; Part 2;Part 3;Part 4

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, OC Eden, Castiel(Mentioned)

Word Count: 1456

Warnings: Language

Summary: Dean trying to bond with Eden again

Back home Eden went straight to her room and laid down on her bed, staring at the framed picture of Shawn Mendes on her nightstand. She was so disappointed at her dad for falling back into old patterns and she was so mad at herself for believing he wouldn’t.  All she wanted right now was getting Sam back.

Her phone rang. It was Matt, who was already calling for the fifth time today, but Eden ignored the call just like the ones before.

Someone was walking down the hallway to Eden’s door. She could easily hear who it was. A few seconds later her dad opened the door. He sat down on her bed and Eden turned her back at him.

“Please, just leave me alone.” she muttered into her pillow.

Dean placed his hand on her leg trying to soothe her a little. “Hey, I just came to talk.”

“Well, it sure is too late for that!” Eden said annoyed and pushed his hand away.

“Eden!” Dean raised his voice.

“No!” she cut him off, “If you want to do me a favor then you can leave, but don’t try to talk to me, it’s just gonna make things worse.”

“But I’m just wanna make things better.” he said, now calmer.

“Then leave! And don’t try to solve this little problem, you’re definitely going to make the wrong decision!” Eden yelled at him.

Dean stared back at his daughter, surprised by her behavior. “Everything I did today was to protect you from getting hurt. You can’t blame me for trying to protect you, Eden. Don’t you do that!”

She raised her eyebrows, “Oh, no. You don’t seriously think this is about what you did, don��t you?”

“Well, then what is this about? Please enlighten me, Miss Smartmouth!”

Eden laughed at her father’s stupidity and didn’t answer. He could figure this out by himself since he always knew what to do anyways. When Dean realized that he wasn’t going to get an answer, he angrily left his daughters room. Eden hid under her blanket. It wasn’t about what her father had done, it was about how he had done it. She knew that he tried to keep her from getting hurt or worse, but that wasn’t a reason to treat her like a little kid with behavioral disorders. She usually always did what her dad had told her to do, even if she didn’t want to do it, so there had never been a reason for Dean to react like that.

Eden had left her room exactly three times, once to get something to eat and twice to use the toilet, before Sam knocked on her door. Without waiting for an answer he walked in.

“Sammy!” she yelled and jumped into his arms, happy to see him alive and healthy.

“Oh, Baby. I’m so glad you’re okay!” he said relieved as he hugged her back. Eden buried her face in his shoulder to keep herself from crying. After a long hug, they sat down on her bed “So, what did they do to you? You look surprisingly good.”

“Yeah, well. They tortured me but I’m okay now, thanks to Cass.” Sam told her smiling, then more concerned. “I actually thought they would get you too.”

“But they didn’t,” Eden, who was still hugging his arm, answered her uncle. Sam kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Both remained in this position for a while. “So… My mom is back from death.”

“I know. Still freaks me out and I guess her too,” she said, remembering the first time they met. It was super awkward.

“I-I just don’t know how to act around her, you know? And I have no idea what to say to her… It’s just…”

“Weird?” Eden finished his sentence and he nodded. “Maybe we all just need some time to adjust. I mean, a lot of shit has happened the past few days.”

“You couldn’t think of any other way to say this, huh?” Sam smirked. He wanted to change the subject because he knew how bad Eden was in giving encouraging speeches. “Anyways, we bought food and don’t tell me you’re not hungry…” He stood up and mumbled, “after all you’re still your father’s daughter.”

The teenager started biting her lower lip. She sure was hungry, but she didn’t want to face her dad at all.

“Baby, I wasn’t asking,” her uncle said tugging at her shirt. “Come on.”

So Eden followed Sam to the war room, where the world map table was already set with paper plates and fast food. Dean and Mary were already eating. She sat down opposite of her dad but avoided eye contact. Eden grabbed some fries and chicken, staring down at Siberia on the world map, wondering if the weather there was as bad as her geography teacher once told her. Dean noticed that his daughter still had the big bruise on her left cheek and he started to regret what he said to her yesterday. “Eden, why wouldn’t let Cass fix you up?”

His daughter replied by giving him her death stare, which Dean had been familiar with for almost sixteen years now. Everytime Eden had been mad her father but couldn’t yell at him, mostly because she was afraid of what would happen after she did, she would just give him this hatred look.

Eden quickly ate up so she could go back to her room or perhaps take a shower. She could feel the unpleasant atmosphere in the room and she hated it. “Can I please go now?”

“Fine, go!” Dean dismissed her and she stood up.

As soon as she was gone Mary turned towards Dean, “So she won’t talk to you?”

He shook his head sadly, so Sam decided to back his brother up a little, “Well, Eden might be a cutie but she can be pretty stubborn,” he said, then looked at Dean, “I wonder where she got that from.”

Both Mary and Dean smiled weakly.

“When I saw her standing next to you, Dean, I thought: Wow, she looks a lot like you. But when you look closely, you can see that she also kinda looks like John.” Mary told her sons.

“Yeah, well don’t tell her that. Eden hates to hear it. I mean, what girl wants to look like her father or grandfather.” Dean meant. Everyone, who knew John and had met Eden, said exactly the same thing.

“Understood,” his mother said, “Anyone wants dessert?”

After Dean had finished half of blueberry pie, he decided to try and talk to his daughter again. When he entered her room she was lying on her bed again, wearing pajamas and her fuzzy pink robe, a towel wrapped around her head. She was reading in her Biology book to catch up with all the stuff she missed at school the past few days.

“Eden” he began, but she just rolled her eyes, “Please, hear me out!”

The teenage girl looked up to him. “What is it, Dad?”

Dean took a deep breath,“See, I already told you that everything I ever did was only to protect you, but maybe I’ve been too strict with you. I should have never taken parenting advice from your grandpa.”

Eden actually seemed to listen to him.

“And I should have been there for you when you needed me and not push you away.”

“Damn right you shouldn’t!” his daughter turned her head away from him. At least he knew now what he did wrong.

Dean stepped closer to her bed. He took something out of the pocket of his jeans, which appeared to be the amulet Sam gave to him once. Eden’s jaw dropped. She hasn’t seen that thing in years.

“I want you to have it.” Dean gave it to his daughter slowly, “I know how much you loved it when you were younger.”

“But…” Eden first wanted to say that she couldn’t accept his gift, but then she realized that it was a part of her dad’s peace offer. “Thank you.” She knew that now it was her turn to apologize, so she had to swallow her pride, “Maybe I’ve been acting a little bit…bratty. I probably shouldn’t have talked to you like that yesterday and today.”

“Damn right you shouldn’t!” he mocked her voice, while she softly pinched her cheek.

Eden smiled, staring down at the leather necklace. She knew things were okay. At least for now.

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