#dean winchester heist au

[otrtbs]

The day life gets tags is the day I start reading tags. Do you know where I was when I read the mcd in ahb? I was in a physics class where I then started crying and the professor stopped the lesson to ask if I was okay. And I wouldn't have changed a single thing about that moment.

you get the vibes!!!!! u get the vibes!!!!!

lmfaoo so sorry to cause a physics cry sesh. tbh i also cried in physics but bc it was hard and i was clueless in that class so im sure your prof has seen it before hahaha

[deancasbigbang]

Baby's Driver

Author: entropic_saudade

Artist: Sketcheun

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Past Bobby Singer/Karen Singer, Past Bobby Singer/Crowley,

Length: 141699

Warnings: Major Archive Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence Other Warnings: Alcohol Use, Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana), Gun Violence, Canon-Typical Child Abuse, Canon Character Death, Minor Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Illness , Medical Treatment, Ableism, Kidnapping, References to Torture, PTSD, Canon-Typical Trauma

Tags: Heists, Music, Neurodivergent-Coded Characters, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Car Chases, The Mixtape, The J-Turn, Selectively Mute Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean has been working as a getaway driver for Crowley for 14 years, and has survived by developing a few simple rules: always pick the right music, keep an eye on the time, never give out his real name, and most importantly, make no personal connections with anyone on the job. Making no personal connections with anyone new is easy when he has difficulty talking in his own words. Enter Cas, who, in order to pay for his nephew Jack’s life-saving medical treatment, decides to break bad by joining Crowley’s operations. Unlike most of his brothers, he’s new to the world of crime, but their driver’s skills and quiet demeanor have a way of reassuring him. Throughout the course of several months, their rules fall to the wayside as they fall for each other, each unable to say the words ‘I love you’ for differing reasons. Cas’ past family life complicates things when Lucifer comes around wanting to know how Cas is getting the money to pay for Jack’s treatment. Everything comes to a head when Dean is kidnapped for one final job. A Baby Driver-inspired AU.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

I’m thinking someone needs to write a really stupid heist au with Cas and Gabriel who are somehow these big time criminals who only work with their family, but then Anna decides to get out, Lucifer gets arrested and then Michael and Raphael decide they are too old for this shit and retire.

This leaves Cas and Gabriel in search of at least one last score and Cas is like, well I might know a guy and up rocks their new getaway driver, Dean Winchester and his brother Sam who is new to the game but definitely got the brains to pull off whatever extravagant mark Gabriel has come up with.

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

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Old Business:

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[bsideminibang]

Title: Only Physical

Author: @nickelkeep

Artist: @rapscallion

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Friends with Benefits, Idiots to Lovers, Cas and Dean need to use their words, Team Everyone Switches Forever

Posting Date: September 5

Summary: Cas and Dean have been best friends for as long as Cas can remember. He's always wanted more, and when he and Dean slip into the friends with benefits category, he knew he could be satisfied with that. Until he wasn't.

Keep reading for an short excerpt:

Cas sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment. He didn’t need to look out the peephole to know who was on the other side. He steeled himself, determined to make sure that this was the time he asked those three little words that tickled at the back of his mind: What are we?

“Hey, Sunshine.” Dean’s smile was blinding as Cas pulled the door open. He stepped inside, almost as though he owned the place, kicking off his boots and setting them neatly next to the door.

Just like always.

“How was your day, Dean?” Cas shut the door and stared at it for a moment before looking over at Dean. His best friend was hanging up his well-worn, well-loved weather jacket on a hook that Cas left open for him.

Just like always.

“It was awesome, actually. Had a ‘67 Shelby GT500 in the shop today.” Dean’s smile grew broader as he started talking about his work. “She wasn’t grey, so I can’t call her Eleanor, but she was this sleek as hell pearl white, with blue stripes. I think her owner was trying to copy the Super Snake.”

Cas just nodded as he locked the door. He snuck a glance toward his room, silently hoping that Dean wouldn’t make a beeline back there. “Eleanor is the name of the car from that heist movie, right?”

[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist - Masterlist

Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader  - An SPN Heist AU

Pairing: Dean x female!reader (you)

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing, a ton of bad jokes.

A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! A Heist AU inspired by Leverage.

CHAPTER 1 - aka. The Pre-Coffee Preamble

CHAPTER 2 - aka. The Bad Guns

CHAPTER 3 - aka. Front Row Seats to the Gun Show CHAPTER 4 - aka. The Arm Candy Conundrum

CHAPTER 5 - aka. The Swanky Party

CHAPTER 6 - aka. Trapped in the Closet CHAPTER 7 - aka. The Scaredy Cat Stratagem CHAPTER 8 - aka. B is for Boredom, Bad Decisions and Bobo the Clown CHAPTER 9 - aka. Can’t be a Superhero Without a Sad Backstory CHAPTER 10 - aka. The Joys of Soundproofing CHAPTER 11 - aka. The Reluctant Rescue Team CHAPTER 12 - aka. All Chained Up With Nowhere to Go Ch. 13 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 14 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 15 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 16 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 17 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED

New chapter names and publication dates will be revealed as the story progresses!

[iprobablyshipit91]

iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs

So this started as me keeping links of all my favourite Dean Winchester fics that I finally decided to share so others could hopefully find some great stories and the authors would know how much I love their work. It’s kind of grown to a very, very huge list, but I love everyone of these works, they’re amazing and deserve so much love. I hope you find something you love on here 💕

There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s own page.

Beautiful Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dean Winchester x Reader

Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty

Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23

Slip Up by @deanwritings

Bad Moon Rising by @hintsofhoney

Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1

I’ve Got You by @spnexploration

Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia

Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse

Sharing is Caring by @zepskies

Mini Date by @avanatural

The Talk by @avanatural

And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots

Nows the Time by @crashdevlin

Down on Dean by @deanwanddamons

The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch

Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch

Capeesh? By @deanwritings

I Ship It by @deanwritings

It’s Okay by @deanwritings

Safe Now by @deanwritings

What We Lost by @deanwritings

Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer

Glances by @kasimagines

It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines

Poison by @kasimagines

Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage

Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage

Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Something New by @princessmisery666

Date Night by @princessmisery666

I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines

Frayed Ends by @scuttling

Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester

Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e

Promises by @supersleepygoat

Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89

Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89

Crazy on You by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Different by @watermelonlipstick

Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse

Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse

Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse

Dark Waters by @wearywinchester

Above Ground by @wearywinchester

I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie

The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14

Good Things by @crashdevlin

Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons

Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch

Blind Love by @jawritter

Faded by @kasimagines

Sacrifice by @kasimagines

The Last Call by @kasimagines

To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch

Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx

A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry

Familiar by @spnhunter4life

Dream On by @talesmaniac89

Well, Hello There Stranger by @talesmaniac89

If You Want it to Be by @zepskies

Midnight Espresso | Devour Me by @zepskies

Clear the Area by Alisha Ashton

Many of Horror by Alisha Ashton

Closing Walls and Ticking Clocks by Alisha Ashton

In the Dark by Alisha Ashton

Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder

Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings

Night Falls by @deanwritings

Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer

Carry On by @jawritter

My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing

The Widow by @pink-sparkly-witch

The One That Got Away by @pink-sparkly-witch

Hold On I’m Coming by @ravengirl94

The Arrangement by @ravengirl94

Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat

Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy

Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy

Collared by @spnexploration

Pack by @spnexploration

Limelight by @talesmaniac89

Charity Heist by @talesmaniac89

The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89

Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by @waywardaardvark79

Miscommunication by @winchest09

Don’t Say a Word by @winchester-girl67

Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies

[astralpenguin]

a list of all the supernatural fics i’ve posted in 2022:

i tried to kill dean winchester and all i got was this lousy t-shirt 17k, gen, T

claire and jack touch the wrong thing in the bunker and get sent back in time to the events of 7.13, and they can’t leave things as they are

don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay 1.5k, gen, G

claire’s pov of s4-s7

you know that it’s over (nothing left for you here) 2k, gen, T

emma’s pov of the events immediately preceding knocking on dean’s door in 7.13

written for emma winchester week 2022

it’s a pretty brutal ride (but you’re safe) 2k, gen, T

an alive post-canon emma’s musings on her relationships with various members of her new family

written for emma winchester week 2022 & aspecnatural week 2022

we’re safe here under the sheets 1k, castiel/dean winchester, T

castiel’s thoughts on his relationship with dean and his own asexuality, while dean sleeps next to him in bed

written for aspecnatural week 2022

who am i supposed to be 1.8k, gen, T

mary and castiel talk about mary’s aromanticism and heaven’s control over her

written for aspecnatural week 2022

we ditch the whole scene 1.6k, gen, T

emma and jack visit patience at stanford, and they’re all aroace

written for aspecnatural week 2022

something good and right and real 2k, gen, T

benjamin and his vessel start talking to each other

Here We Go Again 10k, gen, T

castiel gets forced out of his vessel on a hunt gone wrong and claire offers to let him possess them for a little while. a lot of talk about gender, heaven’s failed plans, and claire and castiel’s history with one another, ensues

written for the supernatural trans bang 2022

if at first you don’t succeed 1.8k, gen, T

sam’s pov of s3-s4 placed alongside sam’s pov of s7-s8, highlighting how sam learned from his mistakes and yet was still somehow wrong

every single thing to come (has turned into ashes) 1.5k, castiel/dean winchester, G

a confession anniversary fic in which two years later they’re still no closer to getting castiel back

taking off into the night 7k, ava wilson/bela talbot, M

ava lives. she uses her newfound demonic powers to lie low from the winchesters, and ends up helping bela with a heist

written for @supersapphical for fandom trumps hate!

the road to hell 1k, gen, M

sam’s pov of the events of 7.13 in a slight au where the bodies of amazons revert to their true ages upon their death

[droplet-dread-cat]

Villain Rei AU

AU in which Rei breaks out of the psychiatric ward because she sees just how much Fuyumi and Natsuo are suffering. Previous to her breakout, she has a whole Uncle Iroh-esque prison training arc (only hers is obviously in the ward) and she swears to herself she’ll kill Enji (omg, like mother like son) for continuing his bullshit even though Touya died because of it and free her family from his oppressive presence.

Rei doesn’t just jump headfirst into a murdering spree. No, she spends time befriending various shady people who can be trusted to care for her kids should she not survive. 

Then she has a whole epic duel against Endeavor in the dojo after sending her children to Giran (who whips out fake identities for all of them). Endeavor and Rei both sustain major injuries during their fight (Enji loses a whole arm to necrosis, has numerous slash wounds from icicles and ofc chilblains while Rei has severe burns all along her body and her lips as well as partially her cheek were melted off) and the Todoroki house goes up in a storm of fire and ice. None of them go out of this fight as a clear victor but when Rei collapses and Enji still stands and tries to go for the finishing blow, one of Rei’s contacts steps in. Mr Compress spirits her body away...

...and in the wake of Rei’s attack, she’s declared an A-rank villain overnight. 

Mind you, this is before Touya wakes up. And when he inevitably does wake up, he finds his whole world in shambles. His dad has become a rampaging lunatic, who’s hellbent on catching the villain Eshi (engl.: necrosis)... who is his mom. Who is also Endeavor’s arch-nemesis. Great. Oh, and his siblings have gone off the grid. So, he investigates and finds out his father’s been an abusive ass to his siblings while his mom was institutionalized. Well, then. The villain Dabi decides to join Eshi in her... endeavor.

Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto are still in sporadic contact with their mom, meaning they’re given money to live and Fuyumi and Natsuo accompany her to some minor investigations and heists. Just so they know how the world works. They both end up as sort of Dean and Sam Winchester but, like, as vigilantes instead of hunters. (Omg, they drive around Japan in Fuyumi’s beloved 2020 midnight blue Toyota Corolla, listening to early 2000′s western pop rock while journalling about quirk trafficking rings they’ll bust.) Natsuo also really fits the role of Sam, as he’s a med student who’s trying to leave that kind of lifestyle behind but finds himself with Fuyumi once again because his girlfriend’s been brutally murdered by someone who knows too much about their family. (They chase for clues etc., it’s a whole five seasons until they find them... you know how Supernatural went. Something along the lines of early Supernatural.)

In the meantime, Shouto’s trying to find out who he is. Maybe he ends up kidnapped by Endeavor, who resumes his training to make Shouto into a weapon that can’t only surpass All Might but also kill Rei (because he finds himself weakening as Rei majorly messed him up along their years spent in animosity). Maybe he goes the route of a hero on his own volition because he wants to change the system from the inside. Who knows? One thing’s for sure: His issues with the fire side of his quirk are much more pronounced than in canon, since Endeavor hurt his mom with his fire.

[queen-rowenas]

for the spotify writing game: 12!

spotify wrapped writing game: 12 - ready for it. taylor swift

send me a number 1-100 and i’ll write a fic based on that song on my top 100 playlist. requested by @lookforanewangle and @darthbecky726

stealing hearts - 3.7k, destiel au, thieves, this was supposed to be a short fic but i got carried away and now i’m obsessed, tempted to make a series out of this, my first au!

Dean doesn’t understand rich people. Why does someone even need a mansion? Or priceless jewelry collections? Or security teams with really big guns?

Well, that might be an exaggeration. The jewels aren’t priceless. Dean is very aware of how much they’re worth. It’s his job to know that. More than his job, really.

Helping people. Stealing things. It’s the family business. John Winchester was an obsessed bastard, but he was also a great thief. And he made sure his sons were better thieves.

The detailing at the top of the mansion’s stone columns catch the flood lights and barely manage to hide the security cameras. He winks at one as he circles the back of the property. “Charlie, am I good?” he mutters under his breath.

“Yep,” the hacker pipes up over the comms, “I’ve got the cameras, so you’re good to go, boss.”

Walking around to the side door and the big guy guarding it, Dean holds up his security badge and gives his best smile. “Hey, the boss wants me to double check everything in the back before the main event starts.”

The guy manning the door frowns. “Again? Mick just did a walkthrough.”

Dean shrugs. “I don’t know, man. You know how Ketch gets. He’s not taking any chances.”

“Yeah, he’s been on everyone’s butt all night.” The guard looks Dean up and down, still frowning. “You new? I haven’t seen you on any details.”

“Yeah, they brought in some extra help for tonight and made me throw on a monkey suit,” he says, tugging on the collar of his jacket.

The guard scoffs. “At least you don’t have door duty. It’s the most boring gig.”

“Well, hopefully things don’t get too exciting.”

“True.” The guy opens the door and steps aside. “Alright, you have a good night.”

“Thanks, man. You too.”

As soon as the door closes behind him, Dean checks his watch. 7:24pm. Six minutes until the next change in security. Thirty-six until the jewels are put on display for the event. “Alright, I’m in.”

“Okay,” Sam’s voice cuts through the comms, “I’m headed to the back. Meet you at the elevator.”

Dean counts each second as he makes his way down the hall, each step timed to keep him out of the circuit of security guards and panning cameras. His dress shoes click on the hard floor, echoing down the empty corridor toward the basement elevator, distant from the actual festivities. The mansion was a freaking marble maze.

He glances at his watch again. 7:27pm. He walks a little faster.

When Sam meets him at the elevator, Dean chuckles. “Nice hairnet.”

Sam scowls at him, unclipping his kitchen staff badge from his uniform. “Next time, you get kitchen duty and I get to wear the suit.”

“Be my guest. I look great in a hairnet.”

“Whatever.” Sam steps up to the security panel. “You got the audio?”

“Yep.” Dean holds up his phone. “You got the thumbprint?”

“Got it,” Sam says, taking the skinniest wine glass Dean has ever seen out of his jacket. How can someone even drink out of that?

As Sam transfers the thumbprint to a glove, Dean checks the time to see it switch to 7:29pm. “Come on, man. We got one minute til security’s gonna be walking through again.”

“I got it. Chill.” Sam presses the print to scanner, and Dean holds his breath.

Two green lights blink on. When the screen asks for the voice prompt, he hits play on the phone. The seconds after Ketch’s voice prattles in his dumb accent feel like an eternity. He should be well past heist jitters, but Dean’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest.

The light turns green, and Dean releases his breath. He types in the password Charlie texted him, and the elevator doors slide open. As they step inside, Dean looks at his watch. 7:30pm.

The guards walk by just as the doors close.

The elevator moves slow, programmed by Charlie to not reach the basement until security has passed through. Dean leans back against the wall and closes his eyes, taking a moment to breathe.

The job isn’t that different from their usual gigs. The Stein family is bad news. They’ve hurt a lot of people, and they need to be taken down. But they’re also connected to a lot of worse people, bigger than they’ve taken on before. And Dean can’t help but feel like they’re about to get into something they’re not ready for.

The doors open and they’re moving. Charlie directs them down the hall, with a few jumps into side rooms to avoid the rounds of security guards.

“Alright,” Dean says, taking the necklace replica out of his pocket, “Bela said this should buy us some time until they actually check—”

An alarm pierces the air, and Dean’s blood runs cold. He looks back at the door, praying no one runs in. “Charlie?”

“It’s a fire alarm, so not us.” Fierce typing carries through the comms. “The smoke detectors aren’t showing anything. No reports of anything.”

“So someone probably set it off,” Sam says.

Dean nods. “We need to move.”

“There aren’t any guards between you and the necklace,” Charlie says, “Go.”

They break into a run.

The room where the jewels are being kept on standby for the event has a gold door. Dean doesn’t even stop to judge it before pushing it open. He breathes out a curse.

The jewels are already on their display, waiting to be carried out to the party. Emeralds, rubies, and a freaking bejeweled dagger are arranged around the centerpiece: the biggest diamond necklace Dean has ever seen.

And this is just what they’re showing people tonight, Dean thinks. He can’t imagine what the actual jewel room is like.

“Alright, give me the fake,” Sam says, pushing past him. The lock holding the necklace to the display had been custom engineered for this event. Fortunately, they know a smart kid named Kevin that can reverse engineer almost anything.

Sam unlocks it with Kevin’s key and holds the necklace out to Dean without looking up. Dean takes care in taking it and tucking it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket, handing Sam the replica. The fire alarm still blares.

“Okay.” Sam clicks the lock shut. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Uh oh,” Charlie pipes up.

“Uh oh?” Dean falters. “What’s uh oh?”

“Looks like we got company.”

Sam and Dean look at each other. This can not be happening. “What kind of company?”

“Hello, Dean,” a deep voice speaks behind them. “Sam.”

Dean curses under his breath. Great. Just perfect. He whirls around with a smile. “Hey, Cas. Didn’t expect to see you here. You look good.”

Castiel. An experienced thief and con man, much like Dean. Except where Dean and Sam depend on Charlie’s creative banking, he has the backing of a very powerful and very shady criminal empire.

Cas’s blue eyes flick past him to the display. The tuxedo fits him perfectly, doing a lot for his shoulders. Dean tries to ignore it. “Thank you. I’m assuming you’re here for the diamonds as well?”

Dean nods. “Yep. And as you can see, we were here first.”

“True, but given that this isn’t an elementary school playground, that doesn’t hold much merit.”

Here’s the thing. Dean likes Cas, professionally speaking. He’s good at his job, and he’s a funny guy when he wants to be. And even more so when he doesn’t.

“Come on, man. I saved your skin back in San Diego. Doesn’t that get me something?”

Cas frowns. “My actions in Bogotá more than made up for that. You would still be in a Colombian prison if it wasn’t for me. Or worse.”

“What do your people want with this necklace anyway? Did your boss even tell you?”

Cas’s jaw tightens. “That is none of your concern, Dean.”

“Oh yeah, right. I’m convinced now.” Dean waves a dramatic arm toward the necklace. “Go ahead and take it.”

“I will take it.” Cas takes a step forward.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Uh, guys?” Charlie speaks up, “The events team and security are on their way to get the jewels.”

Cas turns back towards the hall and curses. “She’s right. We need to go.”

Checking the necklace in his jacket, Dean follows him down the hall with Sam close behind. “Dude, did you tap into our comms?”

“Of course I did.”

As they run down the hall, Dean realizes the fire alarm has stopped ringing. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” he hisses at Cas.

They’re almost to the elevator when the door dings. “Guys, get out of the hall,” Charlie says, urgent. “Get out of the hall now.”

“Crap.” Dean clamps a hand on Cas’s arm and yanks him through the nearest door as Sam takes another one.

It becomes painfully obvious that Dean has made a critical mistake. They’re in a closet, a small one. Cas glares at him, face inches away, faintly lit by the light from the hall. They’re pressed chest to chest, crowded in by shelves, and Dean can feel Cas’s breath on his face.

Here’s the thing. Dean likes Cas a lot. He’s actually a nice guy, something Dean had not been expecting given the guy’s line of work and choice of coworkers. He’s funny and really good at his job. And he’s also really hot.

And now Dean is stuck in a closet with him, staring into those big, blue eyes like an idiot, with the risk of being caught hanging over their heads. It’s like a dream and a nightmare all at once. He can almost guarantee Cas can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

They wait for the event coordinator to pass by, blabbing about the schedule to his assistants. Cas shifts, and Dean makes the mistake of looking down at his throat as he swallows.

“I thought,” Dean’s voice cracks, trying to keep it low, “I thought after we pulled off that job in Philly together, we’d be good.”

Cas sighs, eyes flicking across Dean’s face. “I would like us to be good…but I have a job to do.”

“So do I. Come on, Cas, you gotta understand. We’re trying to help people. I’ve got a client, and the money from this necklace is gonna help people. Help me out here.”

“It’s not that simple. You know who I answer to. You know what they’re like.”

“Which is exactly my point. They suck. Did they really send you to do this job alone? This is not a one man job. What cover did you blow getting an invite to this? ‘Cause you’re not gonna be able to show your face here again.” Dean huffs and moves his hand only to smack it against a shelf, wincing. “They’re not good, Cas. And they’re not good for you. Don’t you want to get out of it?”

“It’s not my job to want things, Dean.”

“Oh, come on. That’s a load of crap. Isn’t there something you want?”

Cas stares up at him, quiet for a moment, something intense and a little wild in his eyes. “Yes.”

Wait. Dean sucks in a breath. Oh.

Here’s the thing. Dean is a good thief and a good liar. He can spin a tale and sell a bit to anyone. He can talk someone’s ear off about something he knows absolutely nothing about.

He’s not good at this. Telling the truth. Being earnest. He keeps that close to his chest, locked away, because that’s how you mess up a job. That’s how you get burned.

But Cas is the most earnest person he’s ever met. Those blue eyes cut straight through him, like he’s looking straight at his soul, like he sees him.

Dean opens and closes his mouth. “Cas…”

“You look very nice,” Cas says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What?” Dean’s head reels from the whiplash of this conversation. His cheeks grow hot. “It’s just a suit. I look like I always do.”

“Well, you always look very nice.”

The security detail marches by, boots stomping down the hall, and Dean flinches. His fingers brush against Cas’s wrist. He wishes he could reach out and feel the pulse underneath, see if it jumps under his touch.

He looks back at Cas’s face to find him still staring at him. Those blue eyes drop to his lips.

And suddenly Dean’s heart is trying to leap out of his chest, pounding faster than it has all night. The blood rushes through his veins, adrenaline lighting him up like no job has before. He feels like he’s rappelling down a building and racing down a city street and sprinting across a roof all at once.

I’m not good at this, he thinks, but I want to be.

He takes Cas’s face in his hands and kisses him. A slow press, not too hard although his hands are shaking. Cas gasps under the touch and Dean breathes him in.

So that’s what his hair feels like, Dean thinks in a daze, running one hand through the ever-tousled hair, That’s what he tastes like.

Cas melts into him, wrapping arms around him to pull him in closer, humming into his mouth. Dean is a rocket. He’s about to shoot into the sky.

Footsteps pass by, and Dean pulls back with a gasp. They’re taking the display upstairs to the party, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He cradles Cas’s face in his hands, holding him close. “Come with me.” He presses another kiss to his lips. “I’ll take care of you. Come with us.”

Cas pants against his lips. “I can’t. They won’t let me go. They’d never stop hunting us.”

“Like we’re not already on the run all the time.

Cas shakes his head. “Not like this. It’s too dangerous.”

It already is. Dean tightens his hold on him. He wants to shake him, knock it into his head, convince him to run away with him. “Cas—”

“I didn’t come alone,” Cas says quickly.

“What?” Dean blanches.

“They sent Uriel as insurance. He’s upstairs, waiting to intercept you.”

“And by intercept, you mean pound me to a pulp.”

“Essentially, yes.” Cas shifts out of his hold and takes a keycard out of his jacket pocket. “There’s a service stairwell at the east side of the basement. This card will unlock it.”

Dean takes it reluctantly. “What are you gonna tell your boss?”

“That you took it from me,” Cas murmurs, eyes hooded as they drop to Dean’s mouth, “because you’re a very good thief.”

Dean sways into him. “You really think they’re gonna believe that?”

“I’m not sure, but that’s a risk we’ll have to take.”

“Our next job,” Dean blurts out, “It’s in Manhattan.”

“You shouldn’t be telling me that.”

“I want you to know.” Dean wants to kiss him again, so he does. “I want you to be there. I want to see you there.” His voice drops to a whisper.

“Dean…” Cas shakes his head. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Okay.” Dean nods, trying not to let his face drop. “That’s okay. I get it.”

Cas sighs and presses him back against the shelves, kissing him deep. And Dean lets him in willingly. One of Cas’s hand curves around his jaw, fingers splaying out to hold him, and Dean shivers.

Cas draws back, pressing a chaste kiss to Dean’s lips as he tries to follow him. “Everyone has gone upstairs,” he says, voice rough. I did that, Dean thinks distantly. “We should go.”

“Right.” Dean nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Where are you gonna go?”

“Back to the party. You should leave before Uriel finds you.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” Dean doesn’t move to leave. Cas is warm against him and Dean wants to press into him again, bask in the warmth. Maybe if they just stayed here, no one would find them.

“Uh, guys?” Sam’s voice startles Dean, and he curses. The comms. He completely forgot about the comms. Which means Sam and Charlie definitely heard everything. His face burns.

“Yeah, Sammy, what?” His voice cracks, and he cringes even more, unable to look at Cas

“Sorry, but Cas is right. We should head out while it’s clear.”

“Yeah.” Dean nods, desperately trying to sound normal, “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.”

He puts a hand on the doorknob, but stops to look at Cas. His hair is even more of a mess and oh god his face is flushed, the blush spreading down his neck. His eyes are wide and watching Dean, unsure.

Can’t have that, Dean thinks and leans in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Ready, sweetheart?”

Cas’s smile is a small thing, and Dean feels like he won the biggest score. “Yes.”

When Dean opens the door, Sam is leaning against the wall, a huge grin on his face. Dean could punch him.

“You guys good?” Sam asks, way too smug.

“Yeah.” Dean clears his throat. “Are you?”

“A little traumatized, but I’ll be good.”

“Shut up,” Dean says, his face growing hot again.

Cas steps forward, the calm smile a stark contrast from his disheveled hair. His holds out a hand to Sam. “It was good seeing you, Sam.”

“Yeah, you too, man.” Sam shakes his hand, glancing at Dean. “Hope we see you again. Maybe under better circumstances.”

Cas looks over at Dean. “So do I.”

Dean’s mouth goes dry as he opens it. What does he even say after all that? “Yeah,” he croaks. Wow, real smooth, Winchester.

Cas’s eyes soften and he nods. Turning away, he makes his way to the elevator. Dean watches his shoulders shift with each step, and he wants to ask him to come with them again.

Sam claps a hand on his shoulder, breaking him out of his reverie and turning him around. “Let’s go, man.”

Dean slaps his hand away. “I’m good.”

“Sure you are.” Sam’s smirk fades and he’s quiet for a moment as they walk. “Cas is a good guy. I’d want him with us, too.”

“Yeah,” Dean mutters. He can’t decide if tonight was a win or a loss. His lips buzz, but his hand flexes at his side, missing the feeling of a warm pulse underneath.

The van is parked a good distance from the mansion, so it’s a long trek. When they finally get there, the door slides open to reveal Charlie’s grinning face. “Well, looks like one of us got lucky in more ways than one.”

Dean can’t help the smile spreading across his face. He did, didn’t he? He shrugs, some of his old bravado coming back. “What can I say? When you got it you got it.”

He reached inside his jacket to get the diamonds—

And his hand wraps around nothing.

His heart drops. Wait. He reaches in the other side. Nothing. He opens his jacket all the way, pats down all of his pockets. “No, no, no.”

Sam’s and Charlie’s eyes grow wide.

“You’re kidding,” Sam says.

“I swear I had it in here.” Dean reaches around in his jacket again. “You gave it to me and I put it in here and I…”

And then he was pressed against Cas is a closet. And they kissed. And Cas’s hands slid under his jacket.

“Dude.” Charlie looks torn between yelling and laughing. “Are you telling me your boyfriend stole the necklace from you?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Dean hisses, “but…maybe.”

“You’re an idiot,” Sam says, “And I knew Cas made you an idiot, but I didn’t know it was this bad?”

Dean groans and drops his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I let him play me.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Charlie says, spinning in her chair, “I think he still likes you. He just also stole from you.”

“Yeah.” Dean trudges toward the van. “‘Cause he’s the best.” He’s freaking perfect. This is so not fair.

“Alright, let’s get out of here and get you some pie, Romeo.”

* * *

Dean takes a long drink of his beer, watching the Manhattan traffic pass by down below from his hotel window. Their mark is just across the street. The building’s blueprints are spread out on the table behind him.

There’s a knock at the door, and Dean sighs. He sets the drink down, careful to keep it on the coaster and away from the plans.

“Dude,” he calls as he walks to the door, “did you forgot your key again?”

He peeks through the peephole, but there’s no one there. He frowns. Well, this is a good way to get mugged or killed.

Fortunately, Charlie is a wizard and has the hotel’s security cameras at her mercy. Dean takes out his phone and pulls up the hall camera. Still no one.

He squints at the picture. There’s a package at the door. Huh.

He opens the door and looks down at it. It’s small, nondescript. “You better not be a bomb.”

Glancing up and down the hall, Dean picks it up and takes it inside, kicking the door closed behind him. That’s when he sees the note.

There’s a small piece of paper taped to the top. D + C scrawled in neat, familiar handwriting, and Dean stops in his tracks. He rushes back to the door and flings it open, stepping out into the hall. His eyes strain like if he looks hard enough, those blue eyes will appear.

Heart racing, he goes back inside and sets the box on the table. His hands shake a little as he opens it. There’s an ungodly amount of bubble wrap, but when he unwraps it all, Dean freezes.

Emeralds. Rubies. A dagger. It’s the Stein collection save for the diamond necklace.

There’s another note folded carefully in the bottom of the box. Unfolding it, Dean handles it with more care than he had with the jewels.

It’s not the necklace, but maybe these will help :)

- C

Dean stares at the paper. He put a smiley face, he thinks distantly, running his thumb over the writing. His chest feels tight.

I think I’m in love with him.

Dean drops into a chair and presses his forehead to the table. He laughs at himself. I’m so screwed.

It’s cliche. It’s stupid. A thief getting his heart stolen. But he supposes that’s what makes Castiel a great thief, being able to pull off something like that.

He raises his head and looks at the emeralds shining back at him. He looks at the careful curve of the smiley face, the ink a little smudged.

Maybe—Dean hopes, he prays—maybe he managed to steal something too.

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Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 6: Firsts

24 fics under the cut

Sometimes Things Just Work Out | @vampamber

Rating: General Word Count: 1,027 Main Tags/Warnings: arranged marriage, angel Cas, royalty AU, mistaken identities Summary: Castiel is not looking forward to being forced to marry this Prince Dean person. The angel had never met him, never even laid eyes on him. For all he knew, the marriage would be miserable. Now, this human who's trying to hide in Castiel's room? It made Castiel wish that he wasn't going to be part of an arranged marriage, because he was really starting to like this green eyed stranger.

Through the Night | @smokerdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,147 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel Out of the Empty, Soft Epilogue, First Times, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sharing a Bed Summary: The motel is the same as thousands of others Dean has stayed in over the course of his life, but it's different, it's better, because he is here with Cas.

The Report Card | @fpwoper

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,211 Main Tags/Warnings: First Time, Crack Fic, Blow Jobs Summary: The morning after Dean and Cas first fool around, Dean finds a honest to god report card.

Dragon's Den | @fpwoper

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,280 Main Tags/Warnings: First Date, Dragon!Cas Summary: Dean and Cas's first meeting is in a coffee shop they randomly chose. It's just... a little dragon heavy.

Taking one for Team Free Will | @fellshish

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,560 Main Tags/Warnings: First kiss, pov dean winchester Summary: There’s a spell that requires an angel’s kiss to work. Dean takes one for the team.

Cannibal Queen | @one-more-offbeat-anthem

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,683 Main Tags/Warnings: creature!Castiel and creature!Dean, first time, porn with plot, virgin Castiel, mild gore Summary: What's a zombie to do when he finds out his (pretty hot) roommate and best friend is a vampire? In the case of Dean Winchester, the plan is to convince said vampire that they should team up and heist slaughterhouses. But when a run goes wrong, there are some unexpected consequences...

A Sign of Affection | @clarrisani

Rating: General Word Count: 2,159 Main Tags/Warnings: First Kiss, Fluff Summary: Castiel learns that different kisses mean different things.

9x06 coda : I'm sorry | @allofmystudentsrunaway

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,288 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, Angst with a Happy Ending, AngstEmotional Hurt/Comfort, fanfic gap Summary: fan fic gap first time.

The blonde-haired witch and the little push | @chaoticdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,830 Main Tags/Warnings: Case Fic, Witches, Oblivious Castiel/Dean Winchester, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed Summary: It’s not the first time Dean’s ever had to listen to someone referring to Castiel as “his boyfriend”, but it sure as hell is the first time he has to sit through a diner listening to a witch referring to Cas as his husband without even batting an eyelash, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Which would be fine if it didn’t cause actual shivers to run down his spine. (or the one where a friendly witch gives Dean the little push he needs)

Every Part of You | @the-communist-unicorn

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,097 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Panty Kink, Married Dean/Cas, Explicit Sex (but non-penetrative so there's no top or bottom), References to Homophobia Summary: Cas discovered his husband's secret completely by accident, but now that he knew, he wasn't just going to let Dean shove it back in that shoe box like it was something to be ashamed of. Every part of Dean was perfect and beautiful, and Cas might have just discovered a kinky side of himself too.

Whiskey and Wifi | @celipuff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,401 Main Tags/Warnings: Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Dom Sub Undertones, Neighbors, Castiel Has A Panty Kink Summary: Cas may have lost a WiFi connection, but when he makes his way over to his neighbors house, he ends up gaining something much better.

At Last! | @chaoticdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,617 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Airports, First Kiss, 5+1 Things Summary: Five times Dean kept his mouth shut, and one time he didn’t.

OUR FIRST TIME | @cooloddball

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,920 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff and Smut Summary: Dean & Cas' first time together

Ghost Town Saints | @nothing-but-dreams

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,010 Main Tags/Warnings: College, House Party, Beer Pong, Marijuana, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Trans!Castiel, Supportive Dean, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: College is out for summer vacation, and that means Cas is back home with his family. Ever since he came out as trans, things have been tense, to say the least. After yet another argument with his parents, Cas needs to clear his head. Luckily, his best friend Dean is just a text away. Dean suggests the two of them escape reality for a bit and hit up a party being held at Ghost Town. As they drink and get high, they realize their feelings for each other run deeper than friendship.

It Started With Arousal | @vampamber

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,260 Main Tags/Warnings: ABO, angel Cas, alpha Cas, omega Dean, soul bonds, virgin Cas, porn with plot Summary: It was when Castiel violently slammed the demon into the wall mid-fight that he felt it. The bond he had with Dean ever since he pulled the omega out of Hell had been getting stronger lately, but this was the first time that Castiel truly experienced an emotion that wasn't his own. He had expected something like this to happen eventually, but there was no way he ever would have expected such a feeling at a time like this. Dean was… aroused? He spared a quick glance at the hunter, meeting green eyes but seeing nothing that might cause said arousal. When three more demons kicked through the door to enter the room and the fight, Castiel promptly forgot the confusing emotion. For the time being, at least.

Kiss Me | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,285 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, First Kiss, Humor, Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean’s spur-of-the-moment ideas aren’t always the best, as lots of people are able to attest. And his last one really took the cake. Because now he’s unable to forget the taste of Castiel’s lips and he’s got no freaking clue how to deal with this.

Kiss at the Drive-in | @notfunnydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,380 Main Tags/Warnings: fluff and smut, getting together, drive-in cinema, semi-public sex, car sex, non-penetrative sex, handjobs, shy!Dean, dirty dancing, implied Bottom!Dean Summary: When Dirty Dancing airs in a Drive-in Cinema near the Bunker, Dean really wants to go with Castiel. Of course only because Castiel’s education about movies is still bad. Not like it’s a date. Sadly.

Swayze Always Gets A Pass | @kingdumbass

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,766 Main Tags/Warnings: Bunker Fic, First Kiss, Drunk Dean and Cas Summary: After Dean and Cas get into an argument over a case, Dean tries to apologize by asking Cas to Netflix and chill. Featuring: Cas the movie critic, his drunk friend, Dean, and Dean's tired brother, Sam.

Y Tu Dean Tambien | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,909 Main Tags/Warnings: High School AU, Geek Dean, Closeted Bi Dean, Pan/Possibly Demi Cas, Referenced Homo/Biphobia, Low/No Angst, Implied/Referenced Consensual Underage Non-Penetrative Sex, Nothing Explicit, Happy Ending Summary: Dean Winchester has a crush. A great, big, secret, gay crush. Okay, more like a great, big, secret, bisexual crush, if we’re being technical. Either way though, the relevant word here is secret, because Dean lives in Kansas, which isn’t exactly known for its thriving LGBT community. In fact, he’s pretty sure most of his neighbors don’t actually know what LGBT stands for and he’d be willing to bet that if asked, at least a solid 10% would think it’s a sandwich. So yeah, nobody knows that Dean’s spent the past six months crushing on Cas Novak, the sexy junior in his Spanish II class, and it’s damn well going to stay that way. “Hola, Señor Winchester,” murmurs a gravelly voice in Dean’s ear, straight out his dirtiest fantasies and close enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck, as Dean suppresses a shiver. The smirk on the mouth housing that goddamn sinful voice tells him that while he may have resisted the full-body shudder, his red cheeks did not go unnoticed by the boy sliding fluidly into the desk directly behind him. “Hey, Cas.” Nobody knows about Dean’s crush except for Cas, that is. Cas definitely knows.

Game of Survival | @sorajinsei

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,317 Main Tags/Warnings: Suspense, Alternate UniverseThriller,Alternate Universe - Purge, Demonic Possession, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Summary: Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? There's no surrender and there's no escape.

Talk Therapy | shara (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,309 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester, First Time Bottoming, Rimming, Communication Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, ALL the issues Summary: "Alright fine, you can put a finger in me," Dean says one night while watching Cas go down on him. Cas pops his mouth off Dean’s dick and stares at him. "I never said I wanted to put a finger in you," he says slowly, and then stops and tilts his head. "Do you want me to put a finger in you?" ~~~~ Dean comes to terms with this thing with Cas, and with himself.

Bind Me To You | @imbiowaresbitch

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 18,184 Main Tags/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Public Blow Jobs, Mild Kink, Condoms, Mutual Pining, Switching, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Light Bondage, One Night Stands, Strangers to Lovers, Teasing, Happy Ending, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Masturbation Summary: Dean and Cas meet in a one night stand, but lust, chance and eventually more bind them together.

Tempered Desires | @mattzerella-sticks

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 20,013 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Pandemic, Baker Dean, Dean has ADHD, Recreational Drug Use, Meet Cute, First Date Summary: Dating, sex, and finding love were the farthest things on the minds of both Dean and Castiel. There were more important things to worry about - namely the pandemic that swept across the globe and changed everything. Navigating this new environment was hard enough without adding romance. But fate never intervenes when you expect. From first meetings to first dates, we'll see how Dean and Castiel's relationship blossoms despite the circumstances.

Put That On A T-Shirt | @celipuff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,524 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean’s First Time With A Man, Blowjobs, Top!Dean/Bottom!Cas, Semi Public Sex Summary: Getting blindfolded and blown by a random dude his girlfriend knew didn’t exactly sound like an ideal Sunday for Dean, until it actually happened.

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Viva Las Vegas

Author: one_more_offbeat_anthem

Artist: Scarlett Dixon

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Dean/Cas, background Sam/Rowena, implied Alastair/Abaddon

Length: 20431

Warnings: Mentions of prison, gambling, and alcohol use

Tags: 1920s au, getting back together, heist, inspired by Ocean's Eleven

Summary: The year is 1924. Prohibition is in full swing, Nevada’s gambling ban is still being enforced, but in a post-war environment, skirts are short and good cheer is abundant.  Unless your name is Dean Winchester. Eight months ago, Dean was put away for racketeering (read: illegal gambling) for working at an underground iteration of closed casino Hotel Nevada, and to make matters worse, his partner (and best friend) Cas Novak broke up with him via a letter halfway through his stint in prison. Back in Las Vegas, Dean’s looking for revenge: he knows that Alastair Cunningham, manager of Hotel Nevada, framed him, and the only solution seems to be doing a heist to rip Alastair off in return.  But there’s a bit of a problem: to make this scheme work, Dean’s going to have to enlist all his closest friends and family…and that includes Cas.

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All of Dean Winchester Masterpost 1 

Here are the complete list (SO FAR) of Dean Winchester Fanfiction in one whole master post!! Enjoy!

There are no separate sections for AU's.

This list is for those who want to read all Dean Winchester and do not care if some are AU's or not.

REMEMBER - none of these work are mine. This is a Recommendation Blog.

I will be adding in the authors name next to each work as I go along (if its empty don't worry I will write it in ASAP). Each link will take you to the work and you can follow the author from there if there is no link specific to author yet.

FICS IN TOTAL SO FAR:

PART ONE/PART TWO/PART THREE/PART FOUR/PART FIVE/PART SIX/PART SEVEN/PART EIGHT/PART NINE

A)

Accidentally in Love

Actions and Consequences

A King and His Queen

A Sky Full of Stars 

A Day Off

After Hours

Arrangement

Alone

Arcane

Another World

alpha and omega life

alpha please

after a hunt

A gentle scent

Afterglow

Alpha Forest

B)

Baby Girl 

Building a nest

Broken

Baby Winchester

Blood Ain’t Love

Blue Nightmares

baby got an eyeful

bitch, I might be

being dean’s soulmate

burning love

Baby, It’s Cold Outside 

Bad Dreams

Bruised and Battered

Bed of Roses

Beauty and the Beast

Barbarian (1)

C)

Creature Of The Night

Curses and Cuddles 

Careful What you Wish For

Charity Heist 

Chick Flicks

Come Home

Crimson and Clover

can’t handle the heat

claimed 

college

Cold Hearted

Changing Distance

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Spooktober 2021 Master List

Day 5 - Lovers to Enemies with Dean Winchester

Day 7 - Raking Leaves with the Winchesters

Day 9 - Farmer’s Market with Bucky Barnes

Day 10 - Decorating with Jax Teller

Day 12 - Jack O’Lanterns with Castiel

Day 14 - Apple Orchard with Billy Butcher

Day 18 - Just My Imagination (Sam Winchester)

Day 21 - My Bloody Fright Trail (Tom Hanniger)

Day 23 - Nightmares with Tommy Shelby

Day 24 - Heist AU with Ada Thorne and Polly Gray

Day 25 - Visions (A salt and burn with Sam & Dean)

Day 26 - Curses with Rowena

Day 27 - Zombies (Winchesters x Reader)

Day 31 - Cocoa (Charlie Bradbury x Sydney)

Day 31 - Sweet Tooth with Happy Lowman

Day 31 - Fall Festival with Opie Winston

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Charity Heist 1 - aka. The Pre-Coffee Preamble

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

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A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

Next

“Settle down idjits. We’ve got a new mark,” 

Bobby Singer’s voice was clear and all business over the speaker phone in the middle of the table as the rest of your little ragtag group sank into their seats in the War Room. The gruff voice of your leader easily stopping the early morning squabble for the best breakfast bagels that was a daily occurrence at the Winchester brothers’ hideout.  

The old abandoned Cold War bunker turned high-tech heaven was the collective home and base of operations for your little group of reformed criminals. Better yet, it was comfortably swanky and freaking massive too. Clearly the work of some paranoid 1950s millionaire fearing that someone would set their claws in his bank account in the midst of a possible nuclear war. 

Choosing to instead squander the millions away himself, if your fully kitted out home was anything to go by. As the ridiculously massive underground palace not only had enough bedrooms to house a damn village, but also a random assortment of rec rooms. Ranging from understandable for an apocalypse (a gun range and gym) to just straight up showboating, like the replica Cold War operation room you were currently sitting in. 

Hell, even after living there for years you were sure there were still rooms you’d yet to explore. 

Still, the bunker was your home and workplace, all rolled into one big ball of concrete, high tech gear and enough weapons to arm a militia. Though your job was a little less ‘The Office’, and a hell of a lot more ‘Ocean's Eleven’...

Just with better intentions, actual skills and a higher level of tech. 

In short, your little group was in the business of cons, heists and all things criminal. Though you were far removed from common criminals. No, your marks weren’t the average Joe down the road with too much money lining his pockets. You had your eyes set on bigger fish, or… 

Sharks. 

As a group made up of mainly former criminals and up-to-no-gooders, you all put your skills to good use. Taking on cases from normal folk and the more righteous side of rich who’d been scammed out of their hard-earned cash. Scamming the wannabe Don Corleone’s and other evil bastards who did it right back. Usually with the added benefit of emptying their bank accounts of all their ill-gotten gains. And, as Bobby kept speaking, this seemed to be just the kind of case that would end up adding zeros to your bank account.

You might be fighting the good fight, but that didn’t mean you had to do so for free. After all, what was the point of the swanky bunker life if you couldn’t live it in relative style and comfort?

“This is a good one, real money up for grabs. So, listen close...” He added once the room quieted down. 

As always, the retired military officer was the man with the plan and the guy who decided on your cases. And, as usual, he was locked away somewhere doing God knows what, communicating with you solely via phone. By now your image of Bobby Singer was more speaker than human, or possibly Charlie from Charlie’s Angels; though you weren’t exactly spies. Well…

Not all of you anyway.

Hell, you didn’t even know where he lived. There had  been mentions of your very own kingpin owning some impressive real estate tied to the US military's automotive research and development sector once. Though, if that was true, you wished he’d put some of those resources to good use making you a batmobile. 

You really wanted a batmobile. 

Still, batmobile or no, either way, Bobby was your mastermind. He handled your debriefs, found the connections, got you in the door and more often than not left the legwork to your less-than-family-friendly Scooby gang.

Not that you minded. You loved the action that came with being one of Singer’s little foot soldiers. You got to snatch up some shiny goodies, break into places others saw as impenetrable and, overall, just kick ass. All in the name of doing good. 

Though you’d probably never admit to it in fear of sounding sappy, deciding to work for the Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency was the best career jump you’d ever made.

Grinning into your coffee at the thought of a big payday, you kept your eyes glued on the speaker in the middle of the fully kitted out breakfast littering the table. With a new case on the horizon, you didn’t even really need the extra shot of espresso in your usual morning double. 

Pent up adrenaline was already coursing through your veins prematurely and leaving you bouncing your leg under the large briefing table. If only to have some outlet for your energy until you could get past the necessary, but boring, planning part of the con and get a piece of the actual action. 

It’d been a quiet month, and damn it… You’d been going stir crazy waiting for another case.

You needed a chance to flex your muscles and ensure your skills were still sharp. There was only so much time you could spend training in the bunker’s gym before you needed real field training again. Your sticky little thieving fingers were itching for something to snatch. 

But first, you had to do the groundwork. No matter how much the little daredevil on your shoulder was ready to shoot first and ask questions later. 

Which meant you had to begrudgingly accept the manilla folder from Sam. Throwing him a small smile that grew wider as the tall man rolled his hazel eyes at you from the way you were nearly bouncing in your seat. The big guy was the youngest of the notorious Winchester brothers, who both topped more than one international most wanted list, and your intelligence guy. 

Information and data gathering were Sam's areas of expertise. Which was why he always helped Bobby with the planning and was the task leader on the ground when the big boss wasn’t there. Which was, honestly, most of the time. 

More than anything else though… Sammy loved his folders.

Every new con had at least one for each of you. Filled to the brim with everything you needed to know to make your next heist go off without a hitch. Yours even came with highlighted sections; color coded by importance and marking the sections you had to read. Since Sam knew you had the attention span of a toddler filled to the brim with sugar and high on a particularly strong strain of mischief. 

Though, truthfully, you did read the info in his precious folders. Every single word. After the briefings. But you’d never tell him. Even under the threat of torture.

Because, even though you loved it when you actually got to stretch your muscles and test your skills, there was no question you’d be dead and buried if it wasn’t for Sam Winchester. His thorough plans and backup scenarios kept your group alive and made you one of the most dangerous con agencies in the world. Hell, before you’d met Sam, your shoot first ask questions later attitude to your own thefts had nearly gotten you killed time and time again. 

Better yet, you were also less likely to be locked behind bars with him on your side.

Having graduated top of his class from Stanford Law, he was more than qualified to keep your not-exactly-legal little group out of trouble. Putting his skills and knowledge to good use; he kept  your plans airtight and made you impenetrable to any possible retribution. Legal or otherwise. 

Judges hated him, lawyers wanted to be him and criminals wanted to hire him. But he was all yours, and by that you meant your group’s. You yourself just saw the big lug of a man as a little brother. One with a massive collection of hair products, flannels and most importantly; one you just absolutely adored annoying. 

Which was why you’d take the fact that you appreciated his folder obsession to your grave.

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“These guys are real monsters,” 

Bobby’s voice booming over the speaker system shook you out of thoughts as you quickly skimmed the pages detailing the target of your next heist. Grimacing down at the pictures of angry looking men that filled each and every page. All looking as if they’d been typecast for some typical mobster movie; fully equipped with glaring eyes, designer suits and not-so-pleasant dispositions. 

This group seemed to be European, and industrious in their crimes based on what you’d skimmed through so far and what Bobby was saying over the phone. Focusing on white collar cons, scams, money laundering, blackmail and whatever else could net them the biggest profit. 

Which in turn equaled big money for you. Score.

You liked big money. 

It was why you’d decided to become a thief in the first place. Or at least it was why you’d stayed in the business once you ‘broke out on your own’ as you chose to think of it. 

In reality, you’d never really had a choice in the matter, having been forced into a life of crime since childhood. Kidnapped before you were even old enough to remember your parents by a group of men and women in suits who looked suspiciously similar to the ones in the manila folder. Coerced into stealing to stay alive ever since you were old enough to swipe your first piece of candy. And by candy you meant the wallets and documents your adoptive ‘family’ asked you to swipe.

Once you managed to shake them off however, you’d stayed in it for the money. Since your lack of any formal education, or hell, an actual social security number or otherwise registered identity, made it hard for you to walk the straight and narrow. Then, since partnering up with the Winchesters, there was of course also the added benefit of getting most of that cash back to the folks they’d taken it from.

Just like the real-life vigilantes you were. Minus the capes, masks, and superhero names.

Dealing out your own special type of justice to the scumbags that operated just outside the grasp of what the judicial system was capable of tackling by handling the cases that somehow bypassed punishment. Either due to the bad guys having more lawyers, taller stacks of money or the right politicians in their pockets. 

On quieter days, you’d occasionally also steal from bad guys just to, well... Steal from bad guys. Take down a ring of pervs, cause a bit of financial ruin for a mobster or maybe just make life a little bit harder for a dirty politician. ‘Cause the days, and sometimes weeks, between jobs could get boring. 

Not to mention the fact that you were one of those weirdos that loved your job, and annoying baddies just made you all… 

Tingly.

You got to go scaling buildings, play around with high tech toys, trick the best security systems in the world and totally outshine Catwoman. Which wasn’t all that hard really. You were a hell of a lot better at your job than the feline comic book character. Even without the catsuit.

For the first time in your literal life of crime, you were happy. You were doing good. 

Though, as with every vigilante, the authorities most likely wouldn’t agree with you. However, what they thought didn’t really matter in your book... Your little agency of the best fighters, specialists and con men in the world were just too fucking awesome to ever get caught. 

As Bobby would say (sometimes repeatedly while you rolled your eyes at the speaker phone); in your business, confidence was everything. It was literally in the job title. You were confidence men (and women thank-you-very-much), or con men for short. 

You could walk into FBI headquarters, knock on the head honcho's door and easily gain control of the task force out to catch you if you wanted to. It was simply a matter of pushing the right buttons, putting pressure on the right paycheck and threatening the biggest, baddest guy there. 

Actually, rumors in the bunker suggested that Bobby already had the InterPol taskforce out to catch you in his back pocket. And you knew, with 100% certainty, that you’d helped out the Brits by acing your latest case up in New York. So, the MI5 kinda owed you… Big time.

This case, however, was definitely you doing good. And you doubted any government agency out there would stand in your way of taking down this particular group.

These greaseballs were digging their filthy paws into pockets they had no business being in. They’d set up a pretty basic charity scam; tricking money out of the pockets of good samaritans only to line their own and fund their criminal activities. All while actually being the monsters behind the problem they were raising money for. 

After creating the new highly addictive drug plaguing the streets of small-town America, they started the charity “combatting” the very addiction they caused. Raking in the cash from both sides.

It probably also doubled as a money laundering scam if you knew their type. And you did… Intimately. Their type had beaten everything you knew about infiltration and retrieval into you for years. 

Frowning at the words printed on the white paper, you pushed away thoughts of a ruined childhood that you’d rather not linger on just as your hacker and the beautiful brain behind most of your high-tech toys gasped across the table. Dragging you out of your own skim reading and rambling mess of a pre-caffeinated brain with her indignant grumble. 

“Kids? Really? Those soulless bastards are actually targeting teens and kids with that drug?”

Your best friend, Charlie, was the first to speak up past Bobby’s briefing. The words laced with disgust and seasoned with a frown as she devoured the information. Your brainiac best friend was, as always, one step ahead of Bobby’s own slower briefing across the speaker and nearly a full page in front of everyone else due to her speed reading.

The girl was a genius. A kinda scared and slightly neurotic genius, but a genius all the same. And you adored her.  

“They’re mafia… I don’t think they’re too worried about the morality of their scam,” Dean, the older of the two Winchester brothers, shot in. 

Though he was considered your ‘muscle’ and the group’s hitter, Dean Winchester was so much more. The trained mercenary, weapons specialist, mechanical engineer, and possibly also the sexiest man alive, was your group’s proverbial jack of all trades. Though he didn’t know you added that final item to his long list of qualifications in your mind. 

You were an expert at infiltration and retrieval, not an idiot. 

But damn it, that man should be illegal. And not only due to the little fact that he topped more than one most wanted list for his days as a mercenary, his qualifications, and his deadly skills. He was also hot as hell, and you might just maybe have the tiniest of crushes on him. 

Alright… So, the 50% of your brain that wasn’t occupied with thinking of your next con, was fully dedicated to thoughts of the sinfully sexy man. Both the innocent daydreams and the very, very dirty thoughts you indulged in behind closed doors. 

Whenever he was around, you were pretty much mentally tongue-tied like some pre-teen in a coming-of-age B-movie. Minus the bad prom plot, awkward jokes and high school stereotype ensemble cast. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t been in relationships before, even if they’d mainly been covers for some persona you were playing… But, damn it, none of those men came even close to Dean Winchester.

And as luck would have it, he always sat in the seat right next to yours around the war room table. Which often made it damned near impossible for you to focus on the briefings and debriefings which were kinda integral to your safety and pocketing some not-so-hard-earned cash. 

Hence the need for highlighters, in different colors to boot, and a second read through in the safety of your own room. Far from the reach of his absolutely sinfully delicious arms. 

But heck, how were you supposed to focus on entry strategies when your eyes were constantly drawn to his perfectly proportioned and expertly trained body? 

It was impossible and also very, very mean to ask you to even try.

Especially when it came to those strong arms that you’d spent more than one night in your room dreaming about having wrapped around you. Caging you in his embrace and crushing your heated body against his; hard and soft in all the right places. God, what you wouldn’t give to have those big, calloused hands that were busy leafing through the case details work their magic across your body. Shaping you against him with a hand sliding up your spine or making you his good little girl with a hand wrapped around strands of (Y/H/C) hair… Or...

“Also means this is gonna be dangerous Bobby, these guys don’t mess around,” Dean’s follow up snapped you back out of your own dirty mind as you caught the briefest flash of forest green eyes looking your way. 

Your eyes barely caught his before you forced yourself to look back down at the papers in your own hands. Refocusing on a section that Sam had highlighted in yellow, underlined and circled. Yellow was good, it was bright and definitely not penetrating forest green.

Down girl….

“Neither do you son,” Bobby shot back over the speaker system. 

The heartfelt nickname still felt strange to your ears even though you should’ve already gotten used to it. Bobby raised the Winchester brothers; they were practically family. The rest of you had joined the group later, all scouted by either Bobby or the boys during particularly hard cases or through friends of friends. 

You’d joined two years ago. When they’d needed your particular skill set for a case. And, after nearly having ruined another case of theirs and them saving your life during one of yours, you’d kinda owed them one. The repayment had been a favor for one of Bobby’s friends; stealing back a family heirloom belonging to an older woman from a stereotypical dirty businessman. 

It was almost too easy. A simple pressure-based security system, that you’d completely bypassed by scaling the side of the building and descending in from the ceiling. The nice old lady had even baked you cookies when you went to drop the shiny rock off on behalf of the group. 

They were damn good cookies too. Chocolate chip, none of that raisin bullshit.

Sure, you knew Sam had somehow been behind it all. Talking the nice old lady into baking, in some sugary attempt to bribe you into joining the crew. Since your intelligence expert had put his skills to good use and somehow found out about your one weakness: baked goods. But still, it was the nicest theft you’d ever been part of, so you’d decided to stick around. Not because of cookies or owed favors, but simply because you wanted to use your powers for good instead of evil for once. 

“Mobsters usually also have some pretty good security, but nothing my toys shouldn’t be able to crack. So, if you crack their skulls, you can leave their passwords to me,” Charlie mused, smiling over at where Dean was looking ready to prove himself worthy of his foster father’s words of praise. 

She wasn’t lying either. Even without knowing their full layout, you knew her toys could crack any security system. 

You’d brought Charlie in after about a year with the team. Tagging her in when Sammy had been unable to hack a particularly secure government database over in Iceland. With a promise of getting her a specific limited-edition action figure she’d been eyeing if she helped you out. 

The girl was like an artist with a keyboard and a good WiFi connection. She’d been white-hatting it for most of her life. Though you knew she’d hacked a good few government databases, just to prove she could, even before she took the dive and became your literal partner in crime. Past her skills with a keyboard, she was also your first real friend, and you loved her like a sister. 

She wasn’t really cut out for a life of crime though, considering her skittish personality. So, for most of your decade-long friendship, you’d always kept her out of your more illicit schemes. But what Singer & Winchester Agency was doing... That was right up her alley. What with her massive love for anything vigilante. Especially if it came with capes, superhero costumes and secret identities. All the things you’d rather do without. 

In many ways she was your opposite; the angel on your shoulder where you were the daredevil on hers.

She’d readily decided to help you. Always willing to help a friend in need, especially if it came with the added bonus of mint condition collector items. Even if said promise included speaking to people she didn’t know. 

Which was possibly her least favorite thing in the world to do, other than public speaking to crowds larger than three. Especially when said strangers were, like you, some of the most wanted criminals this side (and likely on the other side too to be honest) of the Atlantic.

Once she’d seen the tech the boys had set up in the bunker however, she’d been sold. Enough to tell you to keep your bonus bribe. Especially since Dean was always there, ready to help her build whatever crazy gadget she dreamed up. As always, your nefarious group of con men always knew which goodies to use to lure someone into joining the agency. With you it had been home baked goodies, and with Charlie it was a literal tech lair. 

That… And the figurine had still made its way to her as an early birthday gift just a month later anyway.

And so, your group had gotten a little bigger. All of you being glorified criminals with hearts of gold had of course made for a weird group dynamic. Yet, you somehow made it work. Even when the newest member of your group joined not all that long ago.

“They’re quite the mixed group. Swedish, French and… Russian huh… My Russian might be a bit rusty, but if I brush up on it I should be able to pull it off,” Your latest recruit, Castiel, shot in as he looked at the papers with his usual tell-tale frown of concentration. 

The guy was more or less still a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a trench coat to you. Though you were pretty sure his name was fake. 

Castiel, or Cas for short, was your grifter. The man with the face of an angel, who could trick basically anyone into trusting him unconditionally. 

So of course, though you liked the fella, you didn’t really trust him. Especially not since he’d dropped in from out of nowhere only a few months earlier. Pulling your collective asses out of a hellish case at the last minute and helping you put a crime lord behind bars.

He’d apparently worked for the big guy before… As in, working for the president in some manner. Secret Service, CIA, FBI, or one of those, if not all of ‘em. But since he quit and now worked in the law’s gray area, he was considered a threat.  At least that’s what he’d told you and what Charlie had managed to confirm through some very secret databases. Even if 80% of the documents were redacted.

He was nice however. And you’d grown close to him over the last few months since he was normally your partner on heists. Or, mainly, you’d taken a shine to watching Charlie get more and more frustrated as he shrugged off her pop culture references, not understanding any of them. 

Apparently, working for the president left little time to Netflix and Chill, since half of your best friend’s references went straight over the grifter’s head. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he’s spent the better part of his life somewhere off-world on a spaceship. 

Actually…. You didn’t know better. Considering his language skills, the man was nearly otherworldly. Easily emulating any character perfectly once he had his role to play.

---

That was your team.

Bobby, the big boss. Sam for intel & planning. Dean for combat and security. Charlie for anything tech and hacking. Castiel if you needed someone’s pants charmed off. And you; the reformed thief turned infiltration specialist, with sticky fingers that could easily retrieve whatever the baddies of the week had stolen.

Even if you might not know everything about each other. They were your friends and your only family in this messed up world that was filled to the brim with mobsters and other monsters. Each one worse than the one before, and every single one of them so much worse than what hid under people’s beds at night. Because your monsters were very much real. And very much out to kill you. 

All in all, you were a ragtag group of master criminals turned modern day Robin Hoods. Stealing from the criminal underbelly of the great US of A, and giving to the… Well, most of your clients were wealthy enough to hire you. And some might even have their own skeletons hiding among the designer shoes and dresses in their closets. But they were all law-abiding citizens who didn’t deserve the hand life dealt them. The rest was just semantics.

Plus, the boys always insisted that a cut of your earnings went to some charity or other. Normally some organization that stood in juxtaposition to the bad guys you’d just taken down. Just to pour an extra ounce of salt into the wounds of the bastards.

“So, if you’re all done adding your little color commentary and reading the briefs, let’s move on,” Bobby’s gruff voice sounded slightly exasperated across the speaker. 

Which honestly wasn’t anything new. 

It was hard enough to get one of you to listen; all of you at the same time was a freaking miracle. Unless you were out on a job that was, then you were a well-oiled con-machine.  

None of you spoke up, simply nodding at the phone, though you knew your boss couldn’t see you. At least you were around 75% certain he couldn’t. Though you wouldn’t have put it past him to equip your hideout with some hidden cameras. Either way, he was sure to interpret the silence for compliance. 

“Good. The plan is to steal back the money, get the drive where they keep all their sales records and personnel files and preferably also financially cripple their organization just enough to stop them from trying anything like this scam again. Cherry on top would be to put the Al Capone wannabe running the whole show behind bars,” He summed up over the slight crackle of the speakerphone. 

All in all it was pretty simple, as far as plans went. You wouldn’t have to break into any top-secret government facilities this time around at least.

“So, what’s the next step, boss?” You asked, grinning at the rest of the group in anticipation of the next heist. Letting the folder drop unceremoniously down onto the big mahogany table, you kept your eyes on the speaker. Though you knew it would annoy Sam to see you treat his little manila baby so poorly.

“First… We bring in the bad guns,” Bobby said, causing Dean to groan. The rest of your party joining in like an exasperated chorus only a split second later. 

That nickname could only mean one man… Sure, you all had your own backgrounds in the not-so-law-abiding, but that guy easily made each and every one of you look like perfect little angels. 

“Crowley… Really?” Sam asked with a tired sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Confirming what you’d rather have him deny just as the groans died down.  

Big bad was coming to play. 

Fan-fucking-tastic… 

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The Official Trope List!

This is the SPN Trope Round Robin’s official list of tropes! All of these will be available to select from every round – these are the same tropes used in Rounds 1 and 2! Missed out on your favorite trope last round? Grab it for Round 3! (The full list is repeated in plain text below the cut.)

Genre

Angst

Body horror

Crack

Darkfic

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Schmoop

Character Related

Angelic Soul seeing/ touching

Boyking sam

Camp Counselor

Cas Loves Bees

Castiel’s trueform

Character Death

Demon Dean

Genderswap

Godstiel

Gracefic

Human Cas

John Winchester’s A+ parenting

Lifeguard

Magical healing cock

Mistaken Identity

MOC dean

Neighbor

Original Character(s)

Parent

Cock of Death (Sam)

Secret Identity

Soulless Sam

Tattoos/Piercings

Touch Starved

Whump

Wingfic

Relationships

Almost Kiss

Courtship Rituals

Cuddling

Enemies /rivals to lovers

Everyone thinks they’re doing it

Fake Dating /Marriage

Forbidden Love

Friends to lovers

Friends with Benefits

Jealousy

Marriage

Mutual pining

OT3/polyamory

Pining

Raised Apart

Role Reversal

Secret Siblings

Soulbond

Soulmates

Team Free Will  

Unrelated Winchesters

UST

Sex

BDSM

Casturbation

Crossdressing/Panty Kink

Dub-con

First Time

Hatesex

Magic made them do it / sex magic / fuck or die / sex pollen

Non-con

Sex work

Voyeurism/ Exhibitionism

Situational

Accidental Baby Acquisition

Aging Up

Anthropomorfic

Bathing/grooming

Beach

Bed Sharing

Blind Date

Bodysharing

Bodyswap

De-aging

Dimension Hopping

Disaster Survival

High School Reunion

Huddling for Warmth

Pen Pal

Prank War/Chicken

Retirement from hunting

Sparring

Telepathy/mind reading

Thief/Heist/Caper

Woke Up in Bed Together

Time periods

Futurefic

Heavenfic/afterlife

Pre-Series

Stanford era

Weechesters

Misc

Canon Compliant

Creature fic

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Demons

Doppelgangers

Episode Tag / coda / missing scene

Ghosts

Immortal

Kidfic

Reapers

Tentacles

Vampires

Werewolves

Witches

Zombies

AU

Alternate Universe - No Supernatural

Apocafic

Canon Divergence AU

Canonical AU (other)

Carnival/Circus/Fair AU

Celebrity/entertainer AU

Coffeeshop/Bakery AU

College AU

Crime (organized)/ Mafia/Gang AU

Crossover

Djinnverse

Dystopia AU

Endverse

Everybody Lives

Fantasy/Folklore/Myth AU

Fix-it fic

French Mistake AU

Fusion

High School AU

Historical AU

Law Enforcement AU

Magic School AU

Military/war AU

Non-coffeeshop workplace AU

Prison AU

Purgatory AU

Reverseverse

Royalty AU

Sci-fi AU

Soulbond/Soulsharing AU (Sense8, Pacific Rim, Symbiotes, His Dark Materials)

Serial killer AU

It’s a Terrible Life AU

Sports AU

Spy/Secret Agent/Assassin/Hitman AU

Superhero/Villain AU

Western AU