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August 2024 Angel Fish Awards

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @autisticandroids

like my waffle house hashbrowns by @spnregular

Extremely unique pwp. It involves at one point jerking off a plant. It also involves Dean comparing Cas to his car: “You know how I take care of my things. Keep ‘em clean, fine tuned,” Dean said, “Just like Baby.” Which is just *chef kiss*. And it's hair-washing kink. Which is so much fun.

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Nominated by @aylacavebear

Things Learned and Unlearned by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

The author has a way with words, pulling you into a world all their own. I got hooked on this with the first chapter. This story has ALL the feels and it's not even finished yet. A truly amazing author.

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Nominated by @evadne01

Gabe Lives And Loves by @masoena

I find this story while I was trying to cope after seeing again season 13. And this warmed my heart and I felt so good after reading it! Loved it, loved the arts of the story!

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

A Means to an End by Pieafterdemons

I was looking for some darker stuff to read and as many know, I love Alastair/Dean. So, I found this li'l story here. It's Dead Dove so be warned of the tags and what they entail. I like how the writer wrote the whump and the darkness of it all, and how Dean came to say yes. I also like the dark and yet not stereotypical idea of Alastair.

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Nominated by @leatafandom

Making the Cut by @deeranger

This story was so deliciously dark, creepy, and horrifying. It is wonderfully written, the word choice the way they wove themes through and illicit stomach-turning emotions. It was a thrill to read and just one of new my favorite dark fics. A wonderful read if you're into dark themes.

State of Grace by @cloverhighfive

It's a very different story! Very interesting read!!!

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

The Harvest by @cloverhighfive

It's a very different story! Very interesting read!!!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

The King's Seraph Consort (series) by @ladylilithprime

I've been enjoying Lady's Sastiel offerings when I need a little pick-me-up, and this little mini-series made me SWOON! Sam's so heroic! Sam and Dean are devoted to each other! Sam is so kind to Cas! Gabriel is wise, and yet still a wiseass! And this little two-part series is a perfect snack when I don't have time for anything bigger. It's adorable and sweet and makes me fall in love with Sam even more.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

The Perfect Submissive (Google translated title) by Natcumirun (AO3)

The story is in Russian. I use Google translate. Shhh. Aside from the kink, it’s interesting how fear shapes our views and that it tends to take a very confident, knowledgeable person to show that sometimes the fear is just us needing to process childhood pain. It’s an interesting take and I love how the relationship develops between a much older, teacher Castiel and 18 y/o Dean.

Thunderstorm by @anyreiart

This is such a twist to the Omegaverse and the human Castiel. I had never thought of this and so glad someone did. It’s so quaint and domestic. Oh, the fluff is amazing. The connection these two have and how Dean is able to overcome his expectations as well as their relationship hiccups because of his Alpha, it’s beautiful. He even aids in guiding the newly human Castiel and new omega in the human world with his love. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.

Soother by @hartlessfiction

I was literally jumping up and down when Dean started arguing with Cas and Cas is so confused, then the pheromones hit. True mates. Just fluffy-fluff, schmoopy and adorable!

Cornerstone by @gracefreakdean

That’s a love story. That’s a true love story. Oh; I hope one day they write more. I’m in love with this beautiful, well-done story that begins like it could be anyone else’s.

Castiel Enjoys Enya by @naked-covered-in-bees

It’s fluffy and cute. Cas is not getting that it's what's on the tapes that Dean likes, not the tape itself but points out that it’s from him, which is why he likes it. I love how Claire explains and their relationship dynamic. Seems so spot on and so canon. I love all of this. It’s an adorable and quick read.

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Nominated by @spnbabe67

Touch Me by @zepskies

As a bigger girl whose love language is physical touch, this hit home. My best friend and adopted sister came from a place where physical affection wasn't prominent so trying to get used to it on both our parts is so real in this writing. Dean's uncomfortableness with the reader's overabundance of physical contact, and the readers self self-consciousness while they are trying to go to sleep is such a real, raw, human thing. I loved this so much!

He's Not A Machine! by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

I love Stanford era!Dean and this is a scene I 100% know happened at one point. And on a biblical level I needed to have John be read a new one for the way he pushed and pushed Dean.

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THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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A sastiel finale confession would go hard because they'd totally kiss while Cas was taken away for extra drama

in my head, it would the same everything. The same buildup, setting, and emotions. Only difference is that instead of Dean, It would be Sam. And the confession would go a little differently. Cas would not only talk about how learning and exploring the earth has changed him, but Sam also changed him. In a way that he'll never forget. cas recalls the first time he met Sam and how he thought he was so dangerous and evil. How angel radio gossiped about the boy who was were to be demon king would kill everyone and everything its in path. How he was going to follow the exact timeline of events transmitted from angel general to angel soldier to now to Cas. But when he first met Sam, he wasn't like anything that the angels had talked about. He talks about how he observed Sam. How it was an order to keep him under wraps, to make sure the vessel doesn't do anything wrong. But as he did so, he saw that the vessel wasn't just a vessel. It was a whole being with its own thoughts and hopes and dreams. How caring and loving Sam was to anyone and anything. Except demons of course. Then he goes on that during that time he learned a lot of stuff while observing-turned-to-conversing with Sam. like emotions; a few emotions that he experienced that he didn't quite know until now. Which was embarrassment and regret (for thinking Sam was this monster, now that he reminisces. but he also experienced something he would never forget. something that would be at the back at his for forever. love. He doesnt say that though. Then season 5 happened, where sam was going down the path of sacrifice. He tell Sam how he didn't want him to go so bad, but Sam had made up his mind. And Cas accepted that...he just stood there and accepted that. He knew that it was wrong and oh so badly how he didn't want him to go. But Cas let go. Then when Cas had the chance to rescue Sam from the cage, he took that chance. He took the chance to make amends with Dean. he took the chance to do something that was his idea. He took the chance to make it up to Sam. To repent for letting Sam go like that. Even though Sam was soulless. Cas apologizes to Sam, saying that maybe Sam was larger than he thought. Playfully saying and laughing off the fact that Billie was banging at the door, yelling thats it times up for Cas. And Sam is at the door trying to buy more time for Cas, to help him before he goes. Sam is in a mix between sad and anger, trying to figure out what is Cas trying to say to him. Why is he confessing to him now at the moment. Cas continues to relay all the moments with Sam (or what there was since the writers never had them be in a scene for more than 10 minutes). Cas crying and voice faltering. He even thanks Sam for looking after Jack when he was gone. How he believed in Jack even when no one else did. Sam is still at the door still holding back Billie, now angry mass of almost liquid goop, still clueless. Sam responds in the most fake platonic way possible. he says that he enjoyed every moment with Cas, how every time he was with him, it felt so special and nice. like an angel watching over him. he says that he always believed and prayed to angels, but thought he never would get response. But maybe he did. and that response was Cas. thats when Cas confesses that Sam changed him. reiterating the first sentence he said. This time with tears and a fractured voice. he says Sam changed him and that he loves what he has become and the he loves...thats when it clicked in Sam's head at the moment. He calls out for Cas, saying his name in desperation. As if it might be the last. Cas says he loves Sam. They both stand in silence. The banging ceases. It was like the world had stood still in time. For them. Cas stand there, waiting for a response or reaction or something, He doesn't care, he wants to hear what Sam says. Sam is in distraught. Not because the person who is in front of him might just go to superhell at any moment right now. Well mostly that. But its the fact that an angel who hated him before, who then helped him and considered a friend, brother, and a little of

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sastiel hurt/comfort angst !!

yall requested it so im tagging you 😁 @transfemmesam @and-make-it-double @spooky-angel-eddie

castiel has made a mistake. he had been weak-willed, bending to sam's will and taking them on a hunt whilst dean slept unknowingly in the bunker. but sam had been so insistent! he had given castiel that wet-eyed look that makes the angel feel weak in the knees, and castiel had obliged his request.

sam had found what looked to be a fang nest, not all that far away from the bunker. and of course, dean had shut it down without any room for discussion. he said he'd send garth to take care of it, and refused to listen to sam's arguements. and he had been right! sam was in no state to take on a hunt, especially one that would lead to a nest of very hungry and very angry vampires.

but sam had put on such a good show. he'd flashed castiel those eyes and said "i feel so much better than i look, i swear!" and "we can't wait for garth to drive in. people are dying now." how was castiel supposed to deny that?

he should have, and he knows this very clearly now as he places a glowing palm upon the last vampire's forehead, killing it in seconds. he is deaf to it's screams, his eyes locked on sam's hunched form a few feet away. a low thud echoes in the now-empty warehouse as the vampire's lifeless body drops to the floor, and castiel is at sam's side in an instant.

"sam. sam, can you hear me?" castiel questions quickly, his heart beating furiously despite the fact that it needn't beat at all. his hands flutter about sam's face, pale and damp with sweat. sam doesn't stir at the sound of castiel's voice, and panic grips his chest like a vice.

castiel's hands solidify on sam's chest, and his eyes begin to glow. he pushes as much grace as he can through the barely-breathing winchester, feeling like an absolute fool as he mutters a prayer under his breath. a prayer to who, one may ask, since he is well aware his father is not listening.

the angel isn't sure how long he sits there, pushing as much of his life-force as possible into sam's battered body. how foolish he had been indeed to allow sam to pursuade him so easily. he could sense, without even resting a hand on him, that sam was more unwell than he appeared. the meeting with metatron may have eased some of his pain, but whether sam believed he was better or not, castiel should have known better!

suddenly, sam's eyes flash open, glowing the same hue that castiel's shine for a moment as he gasps for breath. castiel quickly shuts of his flow of grace, his eyes dimming, his hands unwilling to move away. "wh-what happened?" sam grits out, sitting up more solidly against the wall behind him. his eyes dart around, first to the scattered, charred bodies of the fallen vampires, and then down to the two hands that press against his chest, indenting the skin under his collarbone in a nearly painful manner.

"you stupid, stupid human. i never should have indulged you," castiel hisses, his blue eyes narrow and shining with hurt. he thinks that if he had the ability, that if he were human, he would be crying. how embarrassing! "you were knocked unconscious the moment we stepped through the door, sam. the vampires surrounded you and fed on you, and i could do nothing to help until i eliminated them all!"

sam blinks silently at the recount, his chest heaving as he tries to get his bearings. "i... i thought i'd be fine," he finally says, a devensive note in his tone. "they must have surprised me, that's all!" his eyes avert from castiel's unable to see the disappointment he knows is there. he pushes himself up to his feet, effectively severing the contact between them as castiel scrambles to stand as well. sam takes a few steps away, raking his hands through his hair as he turns his back on the angel. "should've just let 'em kill me," he mutters under his breath, more to himself than anything, but castiel hears.

castiel hears, and he feels like a knife has been plunged into his heart. his breath catches in his chest as grief washes over him, and then anger, until he can't tell one emotion from the other.

this is what the other angels always mocked him for. his ridiculous capacity to feel such human emotions. this is what chased him out of his home, and this is what has him now wanting to fall to his knees in front of sam winchester and beg him never to say such terrible things again!

he stalks around sam, standing in front of him with a scowl on his face. "why would you say that, sam? why would you ever suggest that?"

sam lets out a sharp laugh, though it's not a happy sound, and it shocks castiel. “are you kidding? cas, i’m useless! i can’t even get through a simple fang nest without needing to be saved!”

castiel shakes his head, looking utterly bewildered. “sam, this is not your fault. you are going through the trials, and there is no harm in admitting it is draining you. you cannot be expected to be able to function like normal with the toll your mind and body are going through.”

sam scoffs, his large hands tugging at his hair, just to feel something other than utterly exhuasted and like a terrible burden. "you don't know me, man. i've been cursed my whole life. the trials are cleansing me." when castiel's lips part to respond, sam shakes his head, raising a hand. "just... take us back to the bunker, please. i don't want dean to know we left."

castiel closes his mouth, his face falling. he doesn't know what to say to make this right, so he opts for saying nothing. he reaches out, resting a hand on sam's shoulder, and tries not to wince at the damage he still senses from the man. even after all of the grace he had poured into sam, he remains so torn up inside. will castiel never be able to heal him from the tribulations of the trails?

with that depressing thought, they are back in the bunker, his wings fluttering behind him even though they remain invisible. castiel's brow furrows in concern as sam suddenly stumbles, castiel's steady grip the only thing keeping him upright. that is, until sam tugs away rather forcefully, which causes him to fall straight on his backside, a grunt leaving his lips. castiel crouches beside him immediately.

"what's wrong, sam?" the angel asks, and sam feels his chest tighten at the sound of his voice. why must he sound so concerned?! it would be so much easier if he didn't care.

"i'm fine! it's fine," sam responds through gritted teeth, wiping his hands over his face. his vision is doubled and his head is ringing. but he's just fine!

castiel frowns, clearly unconvinced. "let me take you to your room," he offers in a soft tone, sounding uncharacteristically gentle. he reaches out to rest a hand on sam once again, only for sam to flinch away from his touch. castiel frowns, meeting sam's eyes.

"i'm fine," sam mumbles again, averting his eyes. "you can go. just... leave me alone. hell, you should get as far away from me as you can." when castiel says nothing, simply stares at him with a pinched brow, sam heaves a sigh. "cas... i don't know how, but i've tricked you into caring about me. it's not a good idea. in fact, it's pretty fucking bad," he goes on, staring up at the ceiling high above him so he doesn't have to see castiel's face. "everyone i've ever-" he cuts himself off, stopping himself from saying something utterly stupid. "everyone i've ever cared about has died. i can't do that to you, too. not you. you're too good." another bitter laugh leaves his lips, and he finds himself laying back on the floor, his knees still bent as he covers his face with his hands. maybe he can just fall asleep right here until kevin decodes the last trial. and then sam can finally be useful. he can finally atone for his sins.

he won't tell dean or castiel this, but he knows the truth. he knows he isn't making it through these trials. he knows the light at the end of the tunnel has gone out, and sam, at the end of all of this, will finally have rest.

castiel frowns deeply as he takes in the state of sam, all of his words slicing through him like a blade. his mind works fast, trying to decide what he should do. leaving is out of the question; sam is practically suicidal, and castiel is unwilling to leave him unsupervised. and, even more than that, he cannot find the will to leave. sam needs him, and so he will stay.

without a word, castiel moves to where sam's head lays on the floor, and before sam can even protest, he has the man's head in his lap, brushing his fingers through his long (and greasy, though he won't mention that) hair.

"what-"

"be quiet, sam. i am comforting you, and you will allow me to," castiel states in his gravely voice, staring down at sam with a fierce and loving determination in his eyes. "i don't understand why you think yourself so unloveable, i am right here. but since you're so stubborn about it, you'll let me take care of you until you see." as he speaks, sam tries to squirm out of his grip, but castiel doesn't let him go far. sam — both of the winchesters, for that matter — are stubborn to a fault, and perhaps it has rubbed off on castiel, too.

sam remains silent and slowly stills where he lays in castiel's lap. embarrassment and shame burn through him, and castiel senses this, but they both say nothing. neither man nor angel is sure how much time passes before a quiet "thank you" falls from sam's lips.

[thedeadedhooman]

Favourite supernatural ship/s

thanks for the ask anon<3

samjess is my favourite I guess. it's tragic and sad and beautiful. It always makes me upset and I end up in a puddle of tears. It hurts my brain and heart. It's like a stabbing pain in the gut. what gets me is that even after such a long time, sam could never actually let go of jessica I think. I mean what am I supposed to feel after the i still think about jessica. he was shopping for rings, and he proposed to a ghost, to his past. a nice sweet normal figment of his life, that he held on to for a while until tragedy struck. sam probably doesn't even have any photos of jessica, they were all burnt in the fire. he probably had that voicemail that she sent when he went with dean to hunt the woman in white. which probably got deleted when they had to switch phones or simcards cuz of their shitty lifestyle. she's only a memory to him...fuck

sastiel cuz I love their autistic swag. of course there are moments that make me mad like cas breaking sam's wall but cas also took sam's pain. sam and castiel are so soft and tender with each other. I just know the sex would've been a galaxy brain moment.

samruby because they're toxic af but they truly loved each other at some point. they would've worshipped each other I think. it's bout the roles and the dynamics, there's also a lot of manipulation and betrayal going on and that adds to the more complex elements regarding the pairing. also the soft tender way ruby tries to cajole sam into believing that what he did was right scratches at my brain because she too sacrificed a lot to be the one who catalysed the whole thing. they could've ruled hell together. and their whole sex scene is like two lesbians fucking each other.

deanlisa because dean had a bit of normalcy and a cute son. dean and lisa made a cute pairing I think. he got to be a dad for a little while I guess. It's sad and tragic cuz when cas wiped Lisa and Ben's memories, it really hurt. Like you build this little family and they gave you something to hold on to for a while when you missed your brother and then have all of that taken away from you PERMANENTLY. that shit is sad af.

sambrady because I KNOW WHAT THEY HAD GOING ON. demon lover brady my beloved. I know they fucked. cuz brady is a demon and he died.

samsarah. they are so cute. and honestly out of all the partners sam had in the show I think sarah blake would have been perfect for sam imo. she wanted to help them during the hunt. she's a tough girl. they kiss for the first and the last time and she hopes that sam would visit again. she keeps waiting and waiting and waiting, days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and then one day she gets married has a kid and that tall floofy haired boy with the puppy dog eyes turns up at her doorstep. she has moved on obviously but at what cost? she died cuz of the very man she waited for so long. and oh sammy. the only reason why he didn't go back was that he knew it was dangerous for her. later he had to go to her to save her but again at what cost? sarah still died and she had a husband and a kid...

wincest. do I need to even say anything? I mean where do I even start? It's not like I want them to fuck each other but it's the codependency. there's a lot going on with these two that can't be seen with the naked eyes. it's the subtext, the yearning, the longing looks, the roles...how dean can't function without sam, he's afraid to be alone, how sam loses it when dean is gone, the need to be the no. 1 person on their priority list, and the fact that they're canonical soulmates. yeah they're weird and that's what I like about it. sam and dean winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other.

sammadison how could I not mention this one. THIS IS MY FAVOURITE AS WELL. I mean it's so fucking tragic. like you think you saved the girl but for what? it didn't work and it's gonna happen again and there's no cure and you two share these tender moments of intimacy thinking everything's gonna be okay only to be met with the opposite. you gave her hope and now it's being taken away..it's never gonna be okay and she asks you to kill her. whatthefuck. now you slowly see yourself in her, what if I become a monster and there's no way back and what if someone I love so much has to put me down like a sick dog. GOSH. I cried while watching that episode.

I also like samwena and saileen and megstiel but I haven't watched the later seasons that well so can't say much.

[ladylilithprime]

Day 12: Harvest Festival

(Sequel to With Festive Airs Attending from the 2017 Sastiel Love Week.)

THE TOWN WAS hardly a memorable one at first glance, not like some of them were due to the cases they had worked over the years. The only hint Castiel even had that the brothers had been there before was Dean's overheard complaint asking why Sam even wanted to go back to "that boring-ass town without even a decent bar scene". Sam's dry retort that Dean shouldn't even worry about it since he wasn't invited did not clear anything up, even if Castiel had felt warm when Dean scoffed and told them to "enjoy your boring couples retreat or whatever". The warmth increased when Castiel had felt a gentle ping from Jack encouraging him and Sam to have fun and enjoy themselves.

Castiel would have been more willing to commit to the course of fun-having if Sam had been willing to tell him where they were going and why.

"It's a surprise, Cas," was all Sam would say, and since Castiel had promised himself that he would not abuse his angelic powers to invade his beloved's mental privacy when it was not a dire emergency, he was stuck waiting. Sam had conceded to allowing Castiel to fly them most of the way there since his wings were healed again, but only to the rental car agency in the next town over. He kept up a light conversation as they drove, encouraging Castiel to talk with him about the shows they were watching together on Netflix until they were pulling up to a vaguely familiar motel and Sam climbed out to go check them in.

When he came back, he handed over a piece of paper to Castiel as he slid into the driver's seat and drove them around to their room. Castiel looked curiously at the paper, then at Sam's smiling face. "Sam?"

"Turn it over," Sam suggested gently.

Right.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Castiel did as directed. At first, the green and orange and black flyer in his hand puzzled him, but as he read the words he felt his wholly unnecessary breath catch in his chest.

"Come to the Oakland Harvest Festival!" the flyer entreated enthusiastically. "October 30 through November 1: Music! Dancing! Games! Crafts! Celebrate the Harvest Time with Local Artisans and Family Friendly Fun!"

"Sam," Castiel whispered, stunned and awed. "This is..."

"The same festival we had our first official date at five years ago," Sam filled in when words failed the angel. "And no Dean along being a grouch about it or the lack of a hunt, so we can stay for the whole thing if you want to."

"I would like that very much," Castiel said around the emotion threatening to drown his ability to speak. He blinked down at the flyer in an effort to bring himself back under control, then looked up at Sam. "Do you think the quilter's stall will be there again?"

"We'll find out," Sam assured him, and let them to their room.

Castiel was quite pleased to see the single king bed, and began making his own plans for what they could do after they were done with the festival for the day. Those plans were promptly put on hold when Sam kissed him softly and tenderly, and then tugged him back out of the room to go scrounge up someplace they could have dinner. Patience would bring rewards, Castiel reminded himself, and followed him willingly.

CASTIEL WAS REALLY quite as grateful that Jack had taken the time to redesign angels as he was resurrecting and recreating them. Being solely a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent had been convenient for many things, but remarkably limiting for its limitlessness. Having to obtain the permission of a sentient being to possess in order to interact with the physical world without being able to truly connect with and experience that physicality had seen a notable detrimental effect on the Host as "consent" became more and more notional than true and the angels felt no real connection or care for the humans who housed their essences. Altering angels to be able to take their own physical forms which were wholly their own and connected them to true physical experiences without denying them their celestial beings had helped to reestablish the why of loving humanity in ways Castiel had been unable to accomplish on his own, even after his own experience Falling and being human himself.

This was never more apparent and true for him than when he and Sam were together, when he could feel and smell and taste everything with the immediacy of being firmly within his physical body and know that Sam knew he was wholly with him in the moment in a way he could not have been before. Eating together became a more shared experience when Castiel could properly taste the food he was consuming rather than being overwhelmed by the collective deluge of individual molecules. He and Sam could sit in a tiny midwestern diner, and Sam could order the crispy chicken salad with fresh cucumber and rainbow carrots while Castiel ordered the double smash burger with lettuce and tomato and grilled shallots and a side of seasoned potato wedges, and they could offer each other bites from their respective plates while sharing a chocolate drizzled strawberry milkshake. Every item of food was delicious, each in its own way, and they both gave their compliments to their waitress, Gina, despite declining dessert.

"We're headed over to check out the festival from here," Sam explained, and received a look of understanding and a bright smile.

"You boys been out here before, then?" she asked, all innocent curiosty and enthusiasm.

"Five years ago," Castiel confirmed with a nod, feeling warmth spread through him as Sam reached across the table and took his hand right there in front of her.

"Our first official date," he added with a soft smile that was only for Castiel. "Same date as the day we first met."

"Well, welcome back and happy anniversary," Gina told them with an indulgent smile and handed over the check.

"You remembered," Castiel murmured, helplessly returning that smile.

"One of the best memories I have," Sam assured him, squeezing his hand. "Ready to go make a few more?"

"Absolutely."

OAKLAND HAD EXPANDED their harvest festival somewhat in the five years since they had first come to the town, with enough booths and stalls that the map offered at the official entrance was quite useful. The quilter's booth was indeed still there, but Sam and Castiel agreed to take their time wandering that way to see what else was still around and what was new or changed. There was a pie stall next to the familiar cider stall, and it only took a shared look before they were paying for a full pecan pie along with the two blueberry hand pies they got for themselves, asking the prioprietor to please keep it aside for them to pick up on their way back to the motel. Dean would probably "give them shit" for thinking of him while on their couple's retreat, as he had called it, but he would still be pleased with the pie.

The games had also expanded. For nostalgia, Sam took a whack at the darts again, earning a voucher for a different craft booth this time, and then Castiel was persuaded by Sam to give the hatchet throwing a try which netted them a second voucher. They marked the two craft booths on their map with Sam's pen and continued on hand in hand, bypassing the small gun range set up by the local sheriff's department with pistols loaded with rubber bullets and a ten-foot shooting lane backed by plywood coated in ballistics gel. Castiel saw one of the two officers manning the booth start to call out, only to be harshly shushed by the other. Castiel recognized him as the sheriff to whom he and Sam had handed over the murderer they had caught previously and smiled to himself at the man's good sense. Neither of them would have been an "easy mark".

Sam's prize voucher was for a knitter's stall Castiel remembered, and promised a free set of knitted hat, scarf, and fingerless mittens in bright jewel tones. There were also several skeins of handspun wool yarn, both dyed and undyed, proportedly from a local farmer who kept sheep and alpacas. Castiel ended up purchasing eight skeins of undyed black and white heathered yarn for Sam in addition to choosing a set of accessories in shades of blue and violet.

The voucher from the hatchet throwing turned out to be for a new stall that sold handcarved wooden items, from small figurines to full-sized musical instruments. Castiel had managed to win a very high value prize with his efforts for anything up to the equivalent price of fifty dollars. It was not enough to purchase the carved wooden harp, much to Sam's joking disappointment, but it did cover a large cedar flute with a carved slide in the shape of a bird plus a birch wood comb which had been carved to resemble a sleeping cat along the handle.

When they reached the quilter's booth, they encountered yet another change. The man minding the tables was much younger with a full head of red hair, and when Castiel cautiously inquired after the older gentleman he had met previously the man sighed sadly.

"Pop passed away two years ago," he explained, looking down. "Man always had so much heart, it took everybody by surprise when it failed him. Ma still makes quilts and she's teaching my wife and our three kids how to do it, but we all know it's just a matter of time before she follows him."

"Understandable," Castiel murmured, fumbling for Sam's hand. "I know that if it was Sam and I could do nothing to save him or bring him back, I would follow him shortly. After arguing with his brother about it," he ammended.

"Dean's determined not to outlive me," Sam explained with a grimace, and Castiel heard the unspoken this time loud and clear. "Should be a long time before we have to worry about that, though."

The young man blinked and the frowned. "Hey, weird question, but were you two here about five years ago on an anniversary date? Got a quilt with--"

"Sunflowers," Sam and Castiel chorused.

"And bee stitching," Castiel finished, nodding. "We still have it on our bed back home."

"Damn, I'm even more sorry Pop's gone now," the young man complained, though he was smiling. "He would'a been pleased as punch to see you back here and still together."

"Felt fitting to come back here, considering...." Sam trailed off, looking down, and then carefully shifted his hold on their bags and plunged his hand into one pocket. "Sorry if this is kinda awkward, but.... Cas, you know I love you more than just about anything or anyone, and I was pretty sure you feel the same even before what you said earlier.

"We've been through a lot together since that first meeting what feels like a couple lifetimes ago, and even when we weren't together I've always known I could trust you, that whenever there was trouble coming if you were by my side then the chances of making it through that trouble could only go up, and that any time there was something good going on in my life, it would always be made better with you there to share in it. There's so much I wanna share with you that the rest of my life doesn't feel like long enough... but it's yours if you want it," he said softly, extracting his hand from his pocket and holding it out to Castiel, unfolding his fingers to reveal the silver ring with bevelled edges and a strip of polished wood inlaid down the middle. "If you'll have me as your partner in all things, I will gladly be yours forever, Castiel. Will you--"

"Yes!" Castiel broke in, too overcome to wait for Sam to finish the question. He reached out past the offered ring to grip Sam's shoulders and, heedless of the grinning young man who had pulled out his phone and appeared to be recording them, pulled his beloved human into a firm and thorough kiss. Sam kissed him back, of course, his arms going around Castiel with the ring safely clutched in his hand again where it rested at the small of Castiel's back. The reminder of the ring made Castiel break the kiss, albeit reluctantly, to say with some amount of breathlessness, "You should wait to put the ring on me until we are home again."

"Okay," Sam agreed, rather gratifyingly breathless himself. "Uh, can I ask why?"

"Because I need to acquire a ring for you as well," Castiel answered, raising his eyebrows. "And, quite aside from the fact that Dean will not forgive us for getting married without him, never mind engaged, we deserve to have more than just a single date for every anniversary."

"Fair enough," Sam chuckled, and bent to kiss Castiel again, which the angel was perfectly happy to accept.

[mothgardens]

im back again with another lyric analysis <3 this edition is for Sastiel (my beloved).

State Of Grace by Taylor Swift (preferably the acoustic version)

All Sam has known for his whole life is touch and go. He has never been in one place for more than a few months at a time (other than his escape to Stanford).

He also has been more aware and open-minded than Dean his whole life; he has a changing mind when given new information, like how he learns to understand that the ‘monsters’ they fight aren’t always evil, and that he can empathize with them. He learned this far before Dean.

He has always loved whole and hard; his love always bleeds, he has been hurt so much through losing the people he held dearest. They fade away.

“You come around and the armor falls” <— is literally the Gadreel grace retraction scene. Cas telling Sam “The only person who has screwed up things more consistently than you, is me.” !! So delicate and intimate.

They have each other. Even when Dean is missing or gone, even when they feel like they have messed everything up, they have each other. They don’t let go, they can’t, they won’t. <3

“Just go to my room and turn on Netflix, you will figure it out” is such an important line to me (even though i couldn’t find the real quote). Sam feels comfortable enough with Cas to let him be in his room, his private space, alone. Cas feels comfortable enough in Sam’s room to take his beloved trench coat off. They trust each other; when they are together, everything is wiped clean.

THIS IS THEM !! ^^^

Cas was never a saint. He didn’t succeed as God. He didn’t succeed as an Angel of the Lord. He didn’t succeed in Dean’s eyes. (“Something always goes wrong, Dean”; “Why does that always seem to be you.”).

Sam loved a werewolf. Sam loved a demon. Sam loved a witch. In Dean’s eyes, Sam always loved in shades of wrong.

They learned to live with the pain, separately at first, but, they also learned to live with each other’s pain. Cas literally told Sam, “I was lost until I took your pain”.

According to Google, Mosaic is “an individual (especially an animal) composed of cells of two genetically different types”.

Sam and Cas are systematically different on a surface level, obviously, as angel and human, but Sam also has demon blood running through him. It’s part of him. Sam and Cas, on an inner, biological level, are opposites. They’re LITERALLY “Mosaic broken hearts”.

When they’re together they’re brave. Especially when Cas is looking for Sam, or protecting him.

- “Who are you, and where is Sam?”

- “You wont take Sam Winchester. I won't let you.”

- “You come near Sam Winchester, and I will kill you.”

But, also, their love is wild, they have such s chaotic energy as a duo. They are unhinged, but also mean well.

To me, grace is literally their entire theme. (I am a bitch for the grace drinking ‘purification’ idea, too.)

Cas believes Sam is a worthwhile fight: “Nothing is worth losing you”.

This last line, to me, is totally post-Jack era. They have a family together, a son, that they both would die for. They love each other. Sam sent so many texts with Cas left, he was so worried. When Cas showed back up in the bunker he looked at him like he could make his world continue spinning.

Lastly, the chorus:

Sam never thought Cas would come into his life. A real angel. An angel who would later become one of the most important people in his life.

Cas never expected Sam to be this important to him. He thought of Sam as the ‘boy with demon blood’, an abomination. But, Sam proved himself to be so much more than that.

Neither of them would ever be where they are without each other, and they will never be the same.

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Okay :3 that is all.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Mel, why do you like staticapple? Just a general question because it's definitely one of the more rare pairings since they don't actually interact with the show and many Radioapple/Radiostatic fans often depict them in a battle trying to win Alastor's affections so I wanna know what about it drew you into it?

So, this is a bit of a long story, and I've been drinking, so I might ramble. I'll start with I'm not into RadioApple. I have honestly tried because I love enemies-to-lovers, but I just don't see it, no matter how hard I try.

Now, Lucifer and Vox are both among those tied for my favorite character, and so I spend a lot of time thinking about them both. If I remember correctly, I was thinking about how two of my favorite characters hate Alastor and them bonding over that fact if they met, and then I went on to think about how Vox being the opportunist that he is would definitely try to win favor with the King of Hell, and Lucifer would just eat up the attention. And that's where it started to turn into a crack ship.

I very jokingly came up with a scenario of Alastor and Vox starting to rekindle their friendship, but Alastor being the asshole that he is, doesn't actually care to show up on time when they were supposed to meet at the hotel. Lucifer ends up being there, so Vox complains to him, they share a few drinks, and end up making out. Alastor walks in on this and gets all jealous, but Vox is just like "Ha! Should've valued my time, bitch!" and leaves with Lucifer.

Well, that scenario stuck with me and evolved until I eventually started plotting a whole ass fic - again fully thinking of it as a crack fic. But then I started plotting out their interactions. And I thought about how they both have a passion for creating things, and they would admire each other for that; I headcanon them both as ADHD (Lucifer as AuDHD), and they would totally relate to each other in the way they hyperfocus on their projects; and they're both starved for touch and attention, with neither of them capable of doing things halfway, so they would inevitably end up completely devoted to each other. And suddenly I wasn't so sure it was crack anymore.

I started consuming StaticApple content (though still not as much as RadioStatic, I'll admit), and that funny, crack scenario I mentioned above evolved into my not-at-all crack fic, Red with Envy.

And then I realized that while enemies-to-lovers is definitely my favorite trope (bonus if it's friends-to-enemies-to-lovers), I do have a second-favorite romantic trope that I've never seen labeled before. I'll call it assumptions-to-friends-to-lovers. For me, this harkens back to Supernatural, with my main ship being drowley (enemies-to-lovers), and my secondary ship being sastiel (assumptions-to-friends-to-lovers).

Essentially, Person A is prepared to not like Person B (Lucifer's very prejudiced against Sinners/Castiel sees Sam as 'the boy with the demon blood'), but is surprised when they meet them to find that Person B was not at all what they expected. Person A gives them a chance, despite their preconceived notions, and find that they actually relate to Person B in a few ways. They become close and end up falling in love. Once I realized that, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't so surprising I ended up shipping StaticApple.

Thanks for the question!

[blacknidstang]

Ooooohhh wincestiel geometry is SOOO good. Cas, who is an angel, unfathomably old, throwing aside everything for one human who only has eyes for his brother, who's brother only has eyes for Cas. Dean being so devoted to Sam he doesn't even notice Cas' affection for him. Sam having a rocky start with Cas but slowly developing a pretty solid bond, not overshadowing his bond with Dean but he cant let himself have that the same way he allows himself to have that with Cas. Basically they all need to get over themselves and fuck. It's messy and beautiful and has the potentional to be so so painful.

YE---EEE---SS GAAH. I agree with sastiel never overshadowing sam's bond with dean BIT AT THE SAME TIME, Cas filling such old desire for sam to be validated by the divine. But cas calls him abomination at first and that makes him want to chase it more. Canonically i pretty much believe Dean actually becomes the replacement for the divine for Sam but i so so soooo love to explore the more intimate messed up aspect of Sam+religion. Sam secretly praying to Cas, even after he was called an abomination, Sam chasing those moments where Cas touches his soul, literally, or pierce through his wounds. The sort of masochistic purification that only makes Sam feel more dirty and sick for craving in less than pure ways.

Then Cas would become so loving toward Sam BUT SAM KNOWS HE IS HEVER WHAT DEAN IS TO CAS. Cas would protect and love Sam like the father in the sky but Cas kneels for Dean, Cas is ready to roll in dirt and blood and everything vile for Dean.

Meanwhile Dean not only is devoted to Sam but he feels a growing resentment toward gods and angels for being subject of Sam's worship. which only in turn makes Cas more and more desperate and hyperfixated on Dean, which causes Sam to beg and pray more just for Cas to look his way. IT'S SUCH A VICIOUS CYCLE AND THEY SO BADLY NEED TO ALL FUCK.

[quietwings-fics]

soft shimmers

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Sastiel Additional Tags: Fluff without Plot, Touchy-Feely, Winged Castiel (Supernatural), Autistic Sam Winchester, Stimming, Couch Cuddles, Angel Wings, Schmoop, No Dialogue Wordcount: 740 Summary:

Sam stims. Castiel gets his feathers pet. That's it. That's the fic.

Sam leaned back into Castiel’s side. The angel wrapped a cautious arm around his torso, light enough that Sam could push it off without much effort, but when Sam hummed and laid his hand over the back of Castiel’s, he relaxed, and his arm became a grounding pressure that helped quiet Sam’s brain down a little. Sam shifted until he was comfortable and closed his eyes, squeezing Castiel’s hand and listening to the steady turn of pages as Castiel read.

Sam had tried to read earlier himself. First on his laptop until he gave up as the brightness of the screen made his head hurt, and then an actual book but at that point, his mind had been too full to process any of the words he was looking at. He’d tried napping, to see if that might reset whatever was messing up his head, but that only worked when he could actually fall asleep. He felt exhausted and restless, brain too loud and yet nothing in it beyond a static sort of buzz that made it impossible to focus on anything.

At least he had Cas, and Cas was familiar and warm and willing to sit in silence with him for however long Sam needed.

Castiel moved slightly, and Sam opened his eyes. He felt it before he saw it, an impossible breeze tickling the back of his neck, a warmth like sunshine spreading over his right side, that angelic ozone smell that always lingered around Cas growing stronger for a moment. Slowly, easily, one of Castiel’s wings extended, disobeying the laws of physics to fold through the back of the couch and over Sam’s body. Sam could see through it, though the image on the other side was scattered across the numerous feathers like the facets of a gem. Castiel’s reflected the colors around them, the warm glow of the lamp nearby, the green fabric of the couch that Dean had insisted brought the room together, the dark gray of Sam’s sweatpants. They all gave the wings an earthy sort of glow that Sam found comforting.

He reached out to touch Cas as carefully as Cas had to touch him. The arch of Castiel’s wing slid up into his hands like a cat eager for affection. They were smooth and soft under Sam’s hands, warm like water under the summer sun. The feathers rolled out from each other and smoothed back into one continuous body like the tide as Sam combed his fingers through them. They felt less like a bird’s wing, and more like the memory of one, what Sam had felt when Dean had snuck the two of them into the zoo and Sam had gotten to pet an owl, the awe of getting to touch something wild and yet so gentle. It was a good memory, and Cas reminded him a lot of that owl with his cocked head and the little squint around his eyes that Sam thought was adorable.

The wing settled over Sam, no weight to it like Castiel’s arm but with an undeniable presence. The texture of the wing under his hands was soothing, and Sam couldn��t help but keep running his fingers back and forth, until the motion was less curious exploration and more comforting repetition, drowning out the buzz in his skull. Castiel’s feathers rippled, turning so that wherever Sam touched, shades of green reflected under his fingertips. Sam could almost swear that the feathers became softer to the touch, fuzzy like moss growing over river-worn stones.

Sam heard Castiel let out a deep breath as Sam’s fingers passed through the feathers once more. He hesitated a moment, unsure if Cas was okay with this, with Sam using him to stim. It was helping a lot, and Sam felt a lot more present than he had a few minutes ago, but if Cas was uncomfortable, he was pretty sure he could stop. He really didn’t want to, but he would. Castiel turned his head, and Sam felt him press a kiss to his hair, nuzzle against the top of his head like a bird. Sam ran his fingers over the feathers again, and Castiel made an utterly contented noise. He didn’t seem to mind being Sam’s stimtoy one bit. Sam managed half a smile for the first time that day and kept petting the angel, listening to the soft sounds Castiel made with each sweep over his shimmering wing.

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[sastielsfandom]

There's something about putting Sastiel in the rain. Like come on:

The Clearing in a Storm

Summary: Two strangers are trying to escape a storm under the same cover. It turns out, neither mind one's company and even enjoy it.

The Rain Upon Us

Summary: Sam is standing in the rain, and Castiel wants to know why. And keep him from getting sick.

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It's just so satisfying, and I need to write it more.

[quietwingsinthesky]

8 and 16 for the choose violence ask

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

That Dean would return Cas’s love confession

Okay no actually you know what. I’m gonna talk about that. Maybe it’s just me being deep in Aro!Dean land, but I’m not seeing it. I’m not seeing at any point in the show where Dean loved Castiel. And I’ve been looking, I swear, but I’m. There’s no destiel on my screen. There is a lot more sastiel than I remember but there’s no destiel happening on my screen! There IS a lot of Castiel clearly having Problems and Issues and Angst about dean, and. Zero doubt here there that that angel wants to fuck him. But I honestly can’t imagine any happy ending for dean that revolves solely or even mostly around a romantic attachment. That man is hardwired for family being the most important thing to him, and I love that. Aro!Dean wins again.

Other notable things include: headcanoning Sam as not queer/trans because he’s too boring. Talked about that. Weird fucking opinion to have. That Gabriel is not exactly as fucked up as the other archangels, especially when presenting sabriel as the Good Sam Ship as opposed to samifer. My dudes, did we not watch mystery spot, do the reading. Also. Also. Not acknowledging the really clear character degradation of Lucifer in the later seasons/attributing later seasons stuff to how he acts in s5, just a personal gripe because whatever, people can read him however they want, but I really feel like on a meta level you gotta talk about how these are Two Different Characters who just happen to have been jammed into the same character. Okay. I think that’s it.

16. You can’t understand why people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

I do not like coffee shops AUs. Actually, it’s more that im Extremely picky about AUs that aren’t canon divergence, and will drop them immediately the minute I feel like I’m no longer reading about the characters I like and am instead reading about Generic Guys who say funny quips and then kiss. Which is not a coffee shop au specific problem but the frequency with which that kind of au attracts that writing means I have kind of been turned off from ever reading them again.

if you are writing Sam into your coffee shop au and at some point he does not drop some insane backstory about the time he was kidnapped and forced to fight to the death with a bunch of other college kids, you have failed at writing this au and I am banishing you to the shadow realm /j

The other thing that I do not understand at all, and this extends into a problem with canon, I’m well aware, is how happily people will accept the idea that Castiel is rebellious/different from other angels because he was just Made Wrong. he’s too Broken to be like a real angel. that all the other angels are mindless drones and Castiel is the one good one who could learn about free will, usually justified with it being that “his love for dean is what makes him special”, but even outside of destiel circles, this kind of thing gets very annoying lmao.

And it’s just. That’s wrong. The show might have decided post-s8 that it believed this about Castiel but it’s False and Bad. I’m gesturing wildly at Uriel and Anna and Gabriel and Lucifer and Balthazar and Michael and shit what’s that one angel doing pinball I love them, them too, and Castiel is not special!!! He should not be special!!! All angels have the capacity for free will, they are living under a terrifying system of suppression that has stripped them of their ability to use it and has taught them that when an angel does something they disagree with, killing them is a mercy! (See: the implications of that one angel healer in s9 + Uriel and Cas being sent to kill Anna for falling in s4)

CASTIEL IS NOT SPECIAL. STOP SAYING HE IS SPECIAL. THE CRACK IN THE CHASSIS LINE IS BAD TO HOLD UP AS EVIDENCE OF HIM BEING UNIQUELY FLAWED.

ahem. sorry. i like the supernatural angels. i think making castiel into some separate special being who is the only one capable of rebelling and feeling love and etc does a massive disservice to the heaven storylines and angels as a whole. i think the show’s choice to never have another major angel character who wasn’t killed off quickly/made “too evil” to redeem was a bad decision and contributes to this view of cas as Different and The Good One.

[ziggykatzfan]

i think a sastiel fake dating fic that turns into a real relationship would be amazaing (no pressure tho ofc)

thank you for the prompt! i combined it with a couple other sastiel things i’ve been thinking about, and here’s the first chapter:

more coming soon! :))

[ladylilithprime]

2 + 51 + sastiel

2. Royal AU

51. Accidentally Married

HOW IN THE Seven Hells do you get accidentally married?!"

That was certainly the question of the hour onboard the TSS Impala, with the first contact crew clustered around the conference table for the debrief. The question was being asked by Captain Robert Singer as he stared down the team, specifically the remarkably stoic face of his Science Officer, Commander Samuel Winchester. His First Officer, Sam's older brother Dean, was being no help whatsoever as he lounged back in his chair with a shit-eating grin that he was only getting away with because he knew Captain Singer didn't give a shit about protocol so long as orders were followed when the chips were down.

If he had to admit it, in all due fairness, Dean had probably earned the right to a little smugness since it was usually Sam pulling Dean's (often bare-assed naked) behind out of the fire and some alien woman's bed before people started stooting. The fact that it was Sam currently in the proverbial hot seat was unexpected and Bobby wasn't entirely sure how to handle it... especially when Sam himself was being so damn calm about it!

"Sam?" Bobby prodded pointedly.

"It's all in my report," Sam repeated, the same thing he had said when the subject of his accidental nuptials with one of the scions of Yngyx's royal family had first come up in the verbal debrief.

"Summarize it for me," Bobby gritted out, eyes narrowed.

Sam shot his still-grinning brother a dark look and sighed. "While Yngyx is aware of the broader galaxy, they're by and large content to observe from a distance and not get involved in what they call extra-planetary affairs unless they have due personal cause. This is because of their own culture and history involving war--"

"--which is covered more thoroughly in my report," Dean broke in, nudging Sam a bit harder than was probably necessary. "Quit stalling and get to the good part, Sammy, y'know, the part where 'due personal cause' means 'directly affecting the ruling royal family'."

"Are you going to make me skip the part where our linguistics team clearly missed some key elements in programming the universal translator with the primary language of Yngyx that misses the nuances of dialect and political maneuvering?" Sam snapped at his brother. "Because I will swear to anything or anyone you want that the paperwork we signed before wine drinking was to have Princex Cas'tyl join my team as a diplomatic liaison and cultural advisor for our future dealings with Yngyx. It was not made clear that they were marrying Princex Cas'tyl off to me until we were due to retire for the night and King Mykaex was asking his offspring if we would be spending the night in the palace or if Princex Cas'tyl would be retiring to the Impala with his new husband."

"So what exactly does this mean for us?" Bobby broke into the brewing argument with all the practice afforded him of having halfway been a father to the brothers back when the freshly orphaned boys had joined the Space Force as teenagers. "Bottom line it for me."

"Bottom line is that I'm married to Princex Cas'tyl," Sam said after a moment longer of staring Dean down. "What that looks like going forward, whether it's in name only or we try to make it work as we get to know each other, is really up to us and it's really no business of Space Force Command beyond our doing our jobs and the team continuing to run with our usual level of professionalism and efficiency."

"Hmph," Bobby scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to look at the only new face at the table who had spent the last half an hour of the debrief silently watching the team, Sam in particular, with those strange, swirling, featureless blue eyes of the Yngyxans. "How about you, your highness? What're your thoughts on the situation?"

Cas'tyl was visibly startled to be addressed, eyes blinking twice, before the newly married royal carefully extended their hands palms up in a gesture that Bobby wasn't quite sure how to translate.

"I am a Child of Yngyx," the princex said in a gutteral, growling voice that somehow still carried the undercurrents of wind chimes. "For always is my fate to bond with one not of Yngyx, that our peoples be united as greater-family. Some see shame, to be sent away from Yngyx. I see honor, to join with one who takes me into the stars and will teach me much more than just of Yngyx."

"Fair enough," Bobby sighed, then cleared his throat. "Well then. Guess the only thing left to do is to get you both moved into a set of couples' quarters since that single you're using right now ain't big enough for the pair of you."

"Wait, what?" Dean sat up sharply, frowning. "That's it? No lecture, no disappointed stare, just shipping 'em off to bigger quarters?"

"You're right, almost forgot something," Bobby said solmenly, smirking beneath his beard as he turned his body so that he was looking equally at Sam and his new spouse. "Congratulations on your wedding, son. Unexpected as it may be, I hope you both'll be very happy together."

"Thanks, Uncle Bobby," Sam answered gravely, his tone belied by an answering smirk as Dean slumped back in his seat with a disgruntled scowl. "I'm sure we will."

[masoena]

World Bubble Kinks (Sastiel Short Fic)

Sam had Gabriel pinned against the wall of a fancy hotel room the archangel zapped them off to for some kinky sexy time with his favorite moose. Those were the shorter man's exact words.

Sam’s palm looked ridiculously large and dwarved the throat of Gabe’s chosen vessel while a one of Sam’s muscled thigh shoved between his legs gave him something to rut against.

“Mmm…so hard already little angel, now let's continue our exploration from last time. I wanna see if I can make you come just from that.” He pushed his leg in a little harder and higher against Gabe's cock which was obscenely outlined through the fabric of his beige dress pants, a dark spot already forming from pure excitement.

“Fuck Gabe, you’re already you leaking through your pants and I haven't even started yet, so needy and desperate for touch aren't you?”

Sam walked a fine line between baiting and dirty talk, knowing full well Gabe could turn the tables on him without breaking a sweat. The fact that the powerful celestial let him do this with him, made it all the more special.

“Samooose…. come on handsome giant, let's…..ugh…let's….” His words faded into desperate soft whines and pained moans which Sam absolutely lived for. He had one of Gabe’s nipples between his teeth, dragging and biting more roughly because he knew he could and didn't have to hold back not his strength, not his size, he couldn’t break Gabe if he tried. The other bud was held captive between Sam's talented fingertips which twisted and pulled the little nub causing positively delightful little gasps to tumble from the archangel’s throat, his head flung back. His golden brown eyes were half-lidded with unashamed lust and excitement as the leanly muscled compact body writhed against Sam’s tight grip on his throat and against the ridiculously large leg in between his own. Gabriel’s hips were just barely half way up the height of Sam’s thigh, their size difference among other things was a driving factor in this casual arrangement they had going.

To have the constantly bantering warrior of God before him, incapable of forming words because of the pleasure Sam, a lowly human of questionable repute, bestowed upon him was something the young Winchester could have never dreamt up even in the wildest of dreams.

Sam bounced his leg up and down to add a bit more pressure and friction while he switched his touches from rough and punishing to soft and gentle to quite literally keep his angel on his toes. He could tell by the fast erratic movements of Gabe’s hips that he was close. Amber eyes pleading when the hunter made eye contact before clashing their lips together hungrily. He clamped his fingers down tight around Gabe’s throat, taking away the breath the powerful being didn’t need but whose vessel seemed wired to react regardless.

Pinned like that Sam kept rolling his thigh and kept kissing the angel until his lips were red and swollen from it before nipping his lower lip sharply for a few seconds and finally devoured him with his tongue as he mapped every breathless corner of Gabriel’s mouth. All it took from there was a vicious twist of his nipple to catapult his angelic lover over the edge into full bodied climax. Sam felt him shudder, lips gasping for air he wasn’t getting, his head rolled back against the wall the tell-tale heat of his spend seeping through the fabric below as Sam rutted him through the delightful aftershocks until he finally loosened his grip on the shorter man’s throat, so he could drag in a few desperate breaths.

“Fuck Samshine… you’re… vicious.. ahahah… too…. t t too sensitive.” Gabe exclaimed as Sam kept rolling his firm thigh against his quickly too sensitive cock.

Sam took mercy on him and pulled his leg back and released his grip from the man’s throat entirely before he leaned down to kiss the archangel more gently, reverent and loving this time. He cupped Gabriel’s cheek in one large palm, thumb rubbing across the tender lips while tracing the fingertips of his other hand down the length of his arm before lacing their fingers together.

“Don’t you ever again think of yourself as lowly and of questionable repute or so help me Chuck I’ll spank those thoughts right out of your pert peach of an ass the next time we meet.” Gabe accompanied his statement with piercing amber eyes that told Sam that he meant every single word.

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[ardentpoop]

just the samcrowley and sastiel pieces of this fic I wrote :)

“I have to say… For all my tasteful jesting, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Crowley said, his eyes riveted to Sam as he stalked around the dungeon, rummaging around in all sorts of nooks and crannies in the dark. “No talking,” Sam spat, the picture of misery from what Crowley could see of his side profile. He was, as usual, covered up in what might as well have been four blasted layers of shirts. The younger Winchester’s body was absolutely wasted on him. 

“No looking at me, either,” Sam said, somehow discerning Crowley’s gaze while his back was turned to him. “Eyes on the floor.” 

“You could engage in a bit of foreplay, Samantha darling. I’m doing you a favor here.” 

“Oh, sure,” Sam scoffed, “Out of the goodness of your heart.” 

Just like his brother, Crowley thought. Except Sam had always been… quieter, and deadlier for it. He was harder to toy with, this one. Delightfully less so in the present moment, however, considering the circumstances. Sam was standing before him, then, his head washed in fluorescent light from the single bulb flickering above and a deep frown carved into his face. “Hands,” Sam said, and Crowley was late to respond, witlessly enchanted by the perplexing color of his eyes. Variegated blue-green blooms flecked with brown and gold. He would’ve made a resplendent demon. It was a shame Crowley had to bet on the other one now. “Fucking focus,” Sam growled, grabbing each of Crowley’s wrists and manipulating them onto the armrests of his chair. “The bad-cop act doesn’t suit you, you know,” Crowley observed, as Sam restrained his wrists with leather cuffs, applying more force than was strictly necessary. “Your boyfriends make you look like you’re trying on Daddy’s worm-eaten skin in the mirror.” To his credit, Sam ignored this, pulling an empty syringe out of his pocket and holding it up to the light. “Speaking of,” Crowley continued, “How do I know your little feathered paramour won’t walk in on us? Would hate for Dean to catch wind of this moonlit tryst of ours when the state of your union is so dire.” 

“Cas is running an errand,” Sam said, fingering at the veins of his own forearm until he found one that was apparently satisfactory. “He won’t be back for hours.” 

“Hours. Fascinating.” 

Sam made eye contact with him so fiercely and unexpectedly that a frisson of glee shot down Crowley’s spine. “Don’t read anything into it. I just… couldn’t take the risk.” He’d put more thought into this arrangement than Crowley had initially assumed. Perhaps Sam had walked away from that church with a puncture wound that matched Crowley’s after all. Crowley watched as Sam filled the syringe with a dose of his blood, his mouth watering in anticipation. “It’s not purified,” Sam reminded him. 

“Whatever you say, Moose.” 

“You might not feel it at all.” 

“Now you’re just being coy. The stuff in your veins must be sterling compared to your egomaniacal brother’s. Hell, compared to most human vino. Trust me, I’ve sampled plenty.” 

Sam stared at the syringe like he was inspecting its contents for something. “You are the patron saint of bad taste.” 

“I resent that,” Crowley said, because he’d definitely expected that line to get a proper reaction from the boy. That barely-there smirk that hinted at the same flavor of aberrant affection that Crowley harbored, if he was lucky. The haughty narrow-eyed glowering thing he defaulted to, at the very least. Without warning, Sam was bending down to feel for Crowley’s jugular, a gust of his breath caressing the top of Crowley’s head. “Don’t move,” he said, and plunged the needle in. 

A sigh hissed through Crowley’s teeth as Sam’s blood met his own in a jolt of pleasure, making his organs quake with an exquisitely alien sense of mortality. He squinted up at Sam once the shockwaves had petered out, his frustration feeling bigger and louder than usual when he said, “Well? Your turn. Or are you planning on standing there all night like an uppity schoolmarm?” 

Stone-faced, Sam unsheathed his precious demon-killing knife, shuffling closer until Crowley could smell the sweat pooling in the hollows of his body, snuffing out the more delicate scents of his woodsy deodorant and his sweet shampoo. Crowley had to consciously monitor his own heightened physiological responses, dangerously excited before Sam had even touched him. He’d assumed Sam was going for his exposed neck, but he unknotted Crowley’s tie instead, slipping it from the collar of his shirt with a forceful snap that made Crowley’s wrists buck against their restraints. Sam made quick work of unbuttoning Crowley’s shirt to just above his navel, and then he took a step back to wipe his own forehead with the base of his palm. He offered no explanation when he shrugged off his flannel, letting it fall to the Devil’s Trap on the floor in a crumpled heap, exposing the dark patches of sweat staining the gray cotton stretched over his underarms, and - more importantly - the gorgeous swath of muscle he was typically mysteriously keen on hiding. The moment was so electrifying that Crowley suspected he wouldn’t especially mind it if Sam did an about-face and stabbed his knife directly into Crowley’s drunken heart, consequences be damned. What a way to go, his envious underlings would prattle on amongst themselves when they got the news, Murdered by Sam Winchester, the one true heir. Some say His Royal Lowness came in his pants like a total rube before his soul was dissolved into the ether. 

“Eyes on the floor,” Sam barked, and got up close again, holding the blade aloft, baring his teeth; this boy whose face could launch a thousand ships and burn the topless towers of Ilium. 

Crowley’s euphoria had started to really spill out by the time Sam administered his third injection, staccato laughter wheezing out of him with every stinging cut Sam carved into his chest in the interim. “What would Dean think,” Crowley sputtered, struggling to breathe through his outsized amusement. “Can you imagine? His p-perfect darling Sammy, gettin’ - soiling himself with the likes of me.” 

Sam gouged his fingernails into one of the cuts, making the millions of tiny fires blazing within Crowley leap in delirious unison. “I don’t need to imagine,” Sam said, dark, empty. For all his slicing and dicing, he hadn’t had a single taste yet. It was driving Crowley a bit mad. He tucked his chin to inspect Sam’s handiwork across his torso, blood from the freshest wounds dripping sluggardly into his pants. It took a second for Crowley to register that Sam hadn’t been indiscriminately hacking at him, but had in fact been drawing a familiar sigil. It was the one the Winchesters busted out whenever a member of the Heavenly host was getting a little too handsy. A staggering wave of sympathy knocked Crowley’s heart off-course. “How have you been, really?” He asked, the words tumbling out of their own accord. “Since Dean, and your Elysian squatter’s explosive eviction.” Crowley intentionally left off the supporting role he’d played in said eviction. Sam twisted the knife between his hands. He was anointed in Crowley’s blood from head to toe. Crowley couldn’t wrap his mind around the self-restraint required to withstand the enormity of such a craving. “Can’t complain,” Sam said. 

“Really.”

“Yeah. It never helps.” 

Such a shame, Crowley thought again. Such a shame that this glorious night of indulgence was merely a momentary lapse in judgment on Sam’s part. If not for Dean, if not for Castiel, if not for the rules and restrictions God had hardcoded into his failing universe, Crowley could have had a shot with this kid. He could’ve taken everything he had to give. As it was, Crowley was nothing but a blot on Sam’s escutcheon, and therefore needed to keep certain boundaries in place to protect himself. 

Crowley watched as Sam dragged his thumb through the blood coating his blade and lifted it to his mouth, his eyes glazed and distant as he sucked on the digit, tasting Crowley at long last. 

“How is it?” Crowley asked, too eager, too curious about whether the marriage of his and Sam’s blood in his veins had altered its chemical composition to a detectable extent. “Is it… different?” 

But all Sam said was, “I don’t know.”

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“You’ll be completely healed in a few more sessions. Four at most,” Cas said, smiling kindly back at Sam from his chair facing the TV. They’d stumbled into a bit of a routine over the past week; Cas meeting Sam in his bedroom every evening to look him over and work on the detritus Gadreel had made of his insides; staying afterward while Sam tried to sleep, or read, or beef up Cas’s pop culture lexicon as the two of them took turns flipping through channels. Today, Cas had landed on an old episode of Hell’s Kitchen. Gordon Ramsay was a whirlwind of wrathful energy on the screen, shouting censored expletives at the kitchen staff, smashing an unsatisfactory plate on the floor to the dismay of the two sous chefs cowering behind him. A sad state of affairs, the narrator overemphasized in a jolly newsman’s drawl. Will Chef Ramsay manage to whip this crumbling team into shape before their time is up? The theatrics onscreen segued into a commercial for antidepressants that featured a little girl spinning through a field of white flowers while a more bubbly narrator prophesied her deterioration and death via a sprawling list of possible side effects. “Uh, Cas,” Sam said, “Can we turn that off? It’s making my head hurt.” It was actually his shoulders that hurt; strung together with a tension that he hadn’t been able to shake since Dean left. 

“Of course,” Cas said, obliging him right away. The absence of fight between the two of them physically itched. Spit it out, Sam demanded of Cas where he couldn’t hear him. Tell me how you really feel. Except Sam’s thoughts never ran totally freely, anymore - you never knew who might be listening in. There were places in his mind that the threads of his consciousness snaked around like diverted streams, instinctively safeguarding him against an ever-looming danger. He always wondered how much of him Cas could see, when he stuck a probing finger into his molecular makeup to suss out the damage. He wondered whether Dean ever interrogated him for details. “It’s really gone, right?” Sam said out loud, keeping his eyes fixed on the blank TV screen. “You weren’t just saying that?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam.” 

Cas couldn’t read Sam’s mind, although his body’s oldest secrets were most likely exposed to him. Sam wondered whether he preferred it this way around. “Gadreel’s… ” Grace. Such a nice word. 

“Ah. I’m sorry,” Cas said, misunderstanding as he often did, “There’s truly none left. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” 

Wouldn’t you? If Dean asked? 

“Okay,” Sam said, and, unthinkingly, “You don’t need to sit all the way over there.” 

A cartoonish expression of bewilderment came over Cas’s face, and a part of Sam that rarely saw the light of day writhed with vindictive pleasure in response. Dean can’t teach him this. 

“Here,” Sam said, clearing his books and laptop off the bed and stacking them on the nightstand, patting the space next to him invitingly. “If you’re gonna spend the night with me, you might as well be comfortable.” 

“I have only waning memories of what it means to desire comfort,” Cas intoned, but he took a seat on Sam’s bed anyway, copying his posture; back to the wall and legs stretched out over the sheets, his shoulder brushing Sam’s. “Normally I’d kill you for not taking your shoes off first,” Sam said. 

Cas shot a startled glance at him. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Had I known I was being rude - ” “It’s alright,” Sam said, smiling, hopelessly endeared in spite of everything. Picturing Cas fumbling through the worst of his human phase on his own made his heart ache. “The rules are different for you.” 

Cas’s eyes narrowed to pensive slits. “Why is that?” In lieu of an answer, Sam drew him into their second hug in as many days, letting it last this time. Cas felt like a man. Cas was so much bigger than a man. And yet, Sam breathed easier, touching this body that had suffered untold indignities but was still somehow carrying Castiel, who could resurrect the dead and command the overtaxed thrombocytes in Sam’s bloodstream to march at the exact speed of light, who had probably watched the earth turn for thousands of years before he was permitted to experience it for himself. If Cas’s body was nothing to him, then maybe… maybe…  

“How did I look?” 

Cas’s hands fluttered awkwardly over Sam’s shoulders. He wasn’t quite hugging back, but he wasn’t pulling away either. 

“You’re getting better, Sam. I promise you, the neurodegenerative changes I observed after Gadreel discarded your vessel have nearly - ”

“No,” Sam cut in, viscerally affected by Cas’s clinical wording but unable to tell whether he wanted less of it or more of it. Our vessel, his deficient blood crooned. His and Cas’s, at the moment. His and Dean’s, forever. Sam turned his face into Cas’s neck, a wretched animal mouthing sloppily at the root of a sky-scraping edifice of gold and glass, and clarified, “When you were human. How did I look to you then?” 

One of Cas’s hands settled on the back of Sam’s skull. Still awkward, like he was imitating something he’d seen on TV. Gently support Baby’s fragile head so it doesn’t fall. 

Cas’s mind whirred and clicked for a moment. Then he said, “I suppose the sum of your parts was… nice.” A bitter little laugh leaped out of Sam’s throat. “Ouch.” 

Cas’s hand slid from Sam’s head to the nape of his neck. Baby’s neck muscles are very weak. Keep it under control to avoid incurring serious brain trauma. 

“I meant,” Cas said, clearly trying for a reassuring tone, “that I prefer your complete form. All your rhythmic cycles and interlocked structures. Your distinctive patterns. It’s… hm. What would you call it? Bingeable.”

Sam thought about the discomfort Cas had projected as he mechanically chewed his mouthful of peanut butter and jelly, the wistfulness with which he’d recalled his normal human tongue and normal human stomach. “Bingeable,” Sam echoed, ending their embrace, tethering himself to the dead TV screen instead. “Sure.” 

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[Scene that takes place before this one excluded]

Don’t cry, Sam, Cas kept saying, while Sam dabbed at the wreckage of his face with the cuff of his jacket. We’ll find him. We’ll save him. Sam’s ability to speak had deserted him the moment he found Cas in the library, lying there motionless and bloody, surrounded by three other bodies, a monument of violated books erected over them like a tombstone. He’d believed - for a horrifying, earth-shattering second - that Cas was dead. That Cas was dead because of Sam. The reality was only marginally less shocking, accelerating Sam’s heartbeat to a hysterical sprint while his own throat attempted to strangle him unconscious. It was Cas. Dean wasn’t supposed to be able to hurt Cas like this. One of the corpses was a teenage boy. Sam had found a backpack drooping by the front entrance, containing sheaves of loose paper and several books. Pages of incomplete school assignments. Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Ellison’s Invisible Man. An anatomy & physiology textbook. A TI-84 Plus graphing calculator and a green PSP. Cyrus Styne, the blocky print at the top of a graded test revealed. Dean was in the wind, and there was a bloodstain in Cas’s pristine white collar that would never come out, and an A-student was crumpled on the floor of their library with a bullet in his brain. Because of Sam. His hydrogen peroxide solution burned the paper cuts along his fingers as he scrubbed at the tacky blood seeping into the hardwood, his eyes puffy and sore. He’d sent Cas up to their bedroom to recover, but not before he pulled him close and pecked him on the forehead, then again on the cheek. I’m sorry, Sam had said, bemoaning the poison in every breath he took and every move he made. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 

[queermania]

I don't know why people always dunk on sastiel. They're best friends. It's not a leap of logic to think they could be more. I love imagining scenarios that could turn their friendship into something more.

i could not agree less but as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters.