#dean/cas + completing the circle

[aturnoftheearth]

don’t have this one in me tonight gang

[lunaroserites]

Stunning

Pairing: Established Castiel x Winchester!Reader (Fem)

Summery: Based after Castiel became human, and loosely based off a post I seen about how after he became human he say Dean's face for the first time.

Words: 1365

Warning: Fluff, Kissing, a little sad with a happy ending, Canon Divergent (Canon is a suggestion). Not edited we die like Winchesters.

She sat comfortably on one of the plush couches in the library. Her coffee mug clutched between her hands, she was trying to absorb the heat from the ceramic mug. The bunker was cold in the mornings, the fans above that pulled fresh air in were noticeable in the quiet of the morning. 

Her morning tea brought her the heat she needed to get ready for the day. Her brothers had left her in a hurry last night after getting a frantic call from Castiel telling them the angels fell and he lost his grace. She wanted to go but her brothers said it would be best if she stayed home and manned the phone, hunters would be calling for assistance and she was best to answer their calls. 

Her job as a hunter was picking up for Bobby, she would spend days on end researching with him, learning from him, she took over for him when he passed. Her heart clenched thinking back to the elder hunter she viewed as a father.

Her brothers had called an hour ago to tell her they would be home soon and they had her angel in tow. Well he wasn’t an angel anymore she figured. Losing his grace meant he was pretty much human now. 

The bunker door banged open, making her jump as the peaceful quiet was shattered by the sound of heavy boots and grunts as three of the most important men in her life made their way to where she was curled up. One of Dean's flannels covered most of her upper body, the sleeves rolled up. She never slept well alone so she would wear one of Dean’s flannels and she would use Sam's blanket and pillow that Castiel would use during the night as she slept next to him. She would surround herself in their safety. 

She looked at her brothers, Dean was the first down the stairs he gave her a grim look, she searched his face for something to indicate what she should be prepared for. He gave her very little. Sammy was right behind him and his face was less grim but not much more optimistic looking. The last was Castiel, and he looked awful. He looked exhausted, he looked cold. He looked completely lost. He hadn’t looked at her yet, his face downcast as he made his way down the stairs, he gripped the rail harder than she had ever seen him grip it before. 

She stood before Castiel made it to the bottom of the stairs, she walked forward and stood just behind Dean, her hands wrapped around his arm, he brought his free hand up and rubbed soothing circles on her hand. Sammy stood beside her and put his hand on her shoulder, he leaned down, “he’s a little overwhelmed,” he whispered to her. 

Castiel was at the bottom landing still looking down but focused on his hands in front of him. She nodded at her brother and took slow steps forward before she stopped a couple paces from the former Angel. He still hadn’t looked up from his hands. She reached out and put her hand on his, she wanted to sooth his fidgeting fingers, ease his worries. Make him feel better. 

“Cas,” she said quietly, his heart fluttered at how softly she spoke to him. Her voice brought him some peace, it didn’t sound much different from while he was an angel. The brothers had sounded different. Much more gruff, not as smooth. Her voice was still like little bells that chimed in perfect harmony. Her voice was music to his ears. 

She moved closer to him, her other hand touching his cheek gently, she was trying to coax his face upwards so she could look at him fully. He leaned his cheek into her touch, her touch was feather light, gentle and soothing. Her skin felt like a warm blanket to him, her fingers trembling against his cheek. He could feel her worry roll off her in waves. She always wore how she was feeling on her sleeve, he always knew how she was feeling. She was always one of the easiest to understand even while he was Angel. 

“Castiel, look at me” she cooed gently at him, he lifted his face and had his eyes closed. He was afraid of her looking into his eyes and not seeing the Angel he was and only seeing the shell that was left. She ran her thumb across his cheek, a few of his tears slipped past his closed eyes. That was a sensation he was not going to get used to anytime soon. “Please love.” 

He opened his eyes and looked at her face. He truly looked at her face, for the first time he saw her face. She was beautiful. Her skin was speckled with years of living, laugh lines, crows feet. She looked like she truly lived. While an angel he had never seen her face for what it truly was. But now he sees every pore, every wrinkle, every freckle. Her eyes were a beautiful green like Dean’s, her lips a soft pink and her hair was a lovely mahogany color. 

He took his clenched hands from her and placed them on her face, inspecting her, feeling her skin for the first time. He had touched her before but never had it felt this real. It was so overwhelming, his heart was beating loudly in his ears as he stared deeply into her eyes. Her lips parted as she took a sharp breath when he touched her. 

Then she smiled at him, “Castiel.” 

“You are stunning,” Castiel said breathlessly. He brought her face towards his and kissed her gently. The feeling of her lips on his was almost too much for his mortal heart to handle. He hadn’t imagined what it would be like, to feel life like a human, he hadn’t imagined she would feel this perfect. 

Someone cleared their throat behind the two, Castiel reluctantly pulled back from her and she gave him a sweet smile. 

“So this my Castiel now?” She said softly, her eyes searching his face. 

“This is your Castiel now,” his voice sounded the same, he looked the same, a little rugged and his lips felt the same. The only difference was the lack of soft thumb she would feel buzzing under his skin. The thumbing would get stronger under her touch. That was the only thing that was gone. 

“Well I’m okay with that,” she pulled him to her side and wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. She was just happy he was alive and he was here with her.

Dean looked between his baby sister and Castiel, when they first started dating he was against it. Hell he still didn’t like it. Castiel promised him he would protect her with his life. Something he truly meant as he had risked his life more than once to keep her safe. Now that Cas was human he didn’t know how protecting her would go, but he knew Castiel would do whatever it took to keep her safe. 

Sam had left the library and went to find some food for the four of them. He had noticed his blanket on the couch, knowing she stayed there the whole night, waiting for them to come home. Dean’s flannel hung loosely off her frame, and he figured the pillow that was next to his blanket was Castiel’s pillow. 

He hated leaving her here alone, she was never good with it, someone always stayed with her or she was with them. Ever since her Castiel got together he always made sure she wasn’t alone for long periods of time and he would constantly update her on his whereabouts. Something Sam appreciated greatly from the former Angel. He looked at the fridge, being held up with a piece of electrical tape, there was a picture of the four of them. They were all smiling, she insisted it be taped to the fridge, a reminder that no matter what they had each other and there was room for happiness in this fucked up world. 

[scoobydoodean]

ppl get mad when dean’s “love” is “conditional”

but don’t blink when others erect “healthy boundaries” and “respectful expectations”

do you think dean is expected to be this idea of perfect, unconditional love in ways other characters are not?

thx

Hey anon sorry it took me a while to circle back to this! I was trying to find a related post for you but I never found it. :(

I don't know if most people expect Dean to be perfect, but I do believe that without realizing it, a lot of people hold Dean to very unreasonable standards and don't believe he deserves boundaries of any kind—including regarding his own feelings. For example,

Dean is often demonized for not trusting people immediately after they have broken his trust (ex: 4.21, 5.02, 5.05, 6.20) in a way fandom would never demonize Sam or Cas for not trusting Dean after Dean lied to them.

Dean is often criticized for not "opening up" to Sam. Not only is Dean under zero obligation to use Sam as a confidant, but the expectation always seems to be that Dean become "ready" to talk on Sam's timeline, and anything outside of what Sam considers to be an acceptable timeline is criticized by Sam and fandom from some cringe pop psychology perspective on emotional health (2.02, 4.09, 13.04). Sam, on the other hand, is never treated as if he is obligated to open up to Dean, and the countless times he says he doesn't want to talk are immediately dismissed as normal and his boundaries are treated with respect.

Dean was criticized by fandom immediately in season 13 for not parenting Jack correctly and not "being there" for Sam. Dean was very clear that he didn't want to be Jack's mother. Dean was under zero moral obligation, at any point, to adopt Jack and treat him as a son. However, portions of fandom consistently—from 13.01—insisted on judging Dean based on a poor "parenting" performance to someone who was not his kid, and who he explicitly stated he did not want parent. Many fans did and still do criticize Dean for not immediately setting aside his grief over Mary, Cas, and Crowley and joyfully accepting a parenting role over someone he had every reason to believe brainwashed his best friend which lead to his demise. (I say all of this separately from how Dean treated Jack as a house guest).

Dean is expected to forgive Sam and Cas on their timelines (season 5, season 15) but if they are angry at Dean, any length of time they might choose to hold things against him—including indefinitely—is justified and often applauded. In fact, you would often find—especially with Sam—fans over and over cheering Sam on for "standing up for himself finally" as if every time of the dozens of times he did that, it was the first time.

Dean is very popularly demonized for not forgiving Jack for murdering his mother. Jack can kill Mary because he was "scared" or "mad" and that's fine but Dean having a single feeling about it is out of line to this fandom. (As an aside—no—I don't think soulless Jack killing Mary was an accident based on how soulless!Jack described it... but either way it doesn't matter when it comes to how Dean is allowed to feel about it.) Mere hours after the incident occurs, Dean is expected to be flowering Jack with love and forgiveness, and the fact that he didn't makes Dean a monster.

Dean is demonized for putting Jack in the mal'ak box and when the episode aired (and again—continuing to this day within the fandom) it was framed by and large as if Dean was the sole perpetrator of that act, while Sam's role was brushed under the rug or fans straight up insisted Dean somehow "forced" Sam to go along with him (despite Sam very clearly being fucking terrified of Jack). Cas, a single episode later, enquiring about putting Jack in The Cage is also completely dismissed. Nobody gives a single fuck.

Dean saying (he thinks privately to Sam) he doesn't consider Jack family after what happened with Mary. I'll make myself abundantly clear: Dean has every right to feel this way. And let's be real—if Sam said he didn't see Jack as family, almost nobody would give a fuck... which goes for everything on this list?

Which brings me to the why of this ask.

Part of the reason Dean is held to different standards is down to some of fandom's desperate need to perpetuate Dean's childhood parentification by holding him responsible for everyone in his life. Because Dean is Mr. Parentified Child, he MUST accept Jack as his child because that's who Dean is—a defacto parent to everyone in his life, destined to be treated like the universe's mommy and then judged for doing a bad job at a task he does not have the power or authority to handle as if he did have that power and authority... and if he complains he's a selfish, cruel, evil monster.

Another reason is Dean's overarching role in the story, as the narrative heart and the hearth of the house. You cannot miss, in SPN, how central Dean is to the concept of belonging somewhere—of having a home—of being loved. I've said before that Dean's love is practically regarded as a human right in Supernatural. Dean really represents the idea of being loved at all—the intrinsic human need to be loved and accepted by others.

Sam or Cas could say they don't love someone, and it would just be taken as a personal opinion with no greater weight or significance. If Dean says he doesn't love someone, that carries a very special meaning to the fans and has a very special impact on the character who hears it. And while it may hurt another character to hear that from Dean... it also is not fair, in any sense of the word, to treat Dean's love as something everyone is entitled to—to deny his personhood and autono-[gunshots]—to act as if he is obligated to force himself to love everyone—as if that wasn't deeply unfair and also literally impossible.

One of the reasons Jack instantly attaches to Dean like a baby duck in season 13 despite Dean's cold, grief-stricken exterior while Sam is standing right there being "supportive" (besides Sam's poorly-concealed ulterior motives) is that Jack implicitly understands that Dean, whether he wants to be or not, is the Winchester family house. In order to ever feel like you belong in that house—like you are in that family—Dean has to love you. Fans also understand this whether they know they do or not. They know it doesn't matter if Sam says "You're family". If Dean doesn't say it—if Dean doesn't feel it—it will never feel real. Because of this, fans feel an entitlement for Dean to bestow instant love and forgiveness on their faves in a way they would never ask that of Sam or Cas... and they also perceive Dean as aware of his unique role and often perceive him as using it to control others or make the family a dictatorship... when Dean is literally just being a normal human being with boundaries and feelings, who did not choose to be perceived in this way, and whose feelings do not simply stop existing just because of this unfair perception of him and how everyone else is tying their self-esteem to him in ways Dean has zero control over... and their needs do not trump Dean's right to boundaries and feelings as just a guy—as just a human being!

[foolondahill17]

Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans)

Do you like Dean and kids? Have you been itching for a Dean-collects-all-the-strays fic? Well, have I got the story for you! It starts with a simple enough premise: what if Dean and Sam brought Bobby John to Lisa instead of Samuel? From there, it spirals outward into a complete series overhaul: Saving people, fixing things, the fanfic business.

The plots of seasons 6-15 crest and break, and all along, Dean sweeps up every possible kid, adult, and monster that washes on his shore, eventually turning the Bunker into a safehouse for anyone displaced by things that go bump in the night.

Despite its fluffy premise, this is not a fluffy fic. There’s angst aplenty and trauma by the truckload. I don’t shy away from the seasons’ various events, and the “collecting kids” part of the story sometimes takes a backseat to the true heart of the story: healing from generational trauma and carving out your own piece of, well, peace.

Some things you might look forward to:

Road trips

Bobby putting the fear of God in anyone who messes with children

Dean and Cas circling each other like love-sick vultures

Sam smoking weed

Charlie (alive!) being the best gay aunt ever

Dean calling Benny “Cas” during sex

Baby!Amara, Baby!Jack, all the babies! All the kiddos! All the chaos!

Make sure you check the story-wide and chapter-specific trigger warnings. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions.

I can’t wait for y’all to read it. It’s truly been a labor of love over the past two and a half years. And thank you to all who’ve followed along from the start or are just finding it now!

Tag list:

@angelsdean

@scoobydoodean

@whatseriously

@deanwinchesterwebsite

@imperfectlynatural

@em-bitterred

@cinderellarhea

@pleaseraisemefromperdition

@dyadiccalamity

@pinkdean

@blue-eyed-cutiepatootie

@blackmoldmp3

@hellerstiel

[doctorprofessorsong]

Destiel Fic Recs

Let's all pretend that I didn't just do one of these because I have clearly been consuming fic at an alarming rate.

A Beginner's Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight @huntingthehaggis (Mature, 77k,)

Listen. I am actually mad at all y'all cause this fic has existed since 2013 and nobody told me to read it until now.

Detective Dean Winchester is haunted (literally) by the murder of a little girl. Unable to move on, he makes the decision to summon an ancient creature, Castiel, using forbidden magic. But the murder is only the beginning and he and Cas find themselves in a race against time to fight an ancient evil.

This fic has everything. Immaculate worldbuilding. Trueform Cas. Impeccable humor. Seriously, I devoured it. I'm shocked it took me this long to find it (probably because it's older), but I'm so happy I did.

The Beginning by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) @valleydean (Explicit, 129k)

A horrorfest Endverse fic, Mallory tackles what happened between the Croatoan infection and Dean and Cas' arrival in Camp Chitaqua. It's canon compliant and it really digs into Dean losing hope and becoming the darker version of himself and Cas falling into addiction and losing his angelic powers. 

It's angsty and brutal and gross in the way zombie stories are. It's also got shining moments of love in the face of hopeless odds. Plus there's a character named River so you know it's good.

I also think watching the degradation of these two characters, and the way their love can't be denied even then is just really a good read. 

Above & Below by murron (Explicit, 45k)

Speaking of older fics to lose your fucking mind over, this fic is absolutely immaculately done. Steeped in canon and set in S6, Dean, Cas and Soulless Sam embark on a journey through the circles of hell. Their mission is to recover Sam’s soul and their brother Adam from the cage.

It's really beautifully constructed with the vision of Hell pulled from various pieces of lore. This is a horror story for sure, but it's not a hopeless one. It's more like an epic mythological journey. And at its heart is the love story of Dean and Cas, and a lot of healing for Dean and Sam.

It's high concept. It's poetic. It's a top tier story to meltdown over.

Sentinel by Followsthebees (Explicit, 15k) @follows-the-bees

A delightful entry from the monsterfluffer bang, Dean finds himself increasingly enamored with a gargoyle on the roof of his work. What he doesn't know is the gargoyle feels the same way.

This has some absolutely delicious smut. 10/10 magical creature porn. But also Dean is so cute and lonely and full of love and Cas us such a delightful little creature. A fantastic time was had by all (me). Canon is integrated in a really fun way in a few places and the humor is fantastic.

Just a complete romp.

A pun regarding the word "bull" by zation @zationao3 (Explicit, series 41k)

Smutty and fluffy and oh so horny, this fic is a fun AU with light angst, a lot of sexual tension, but ultimately it's just a fun ride with a happy ending.

Castiel doesn't have time for attachments, but his money does afford him all the comforts of wealth and a string of casual lovers. When he spots Dean on the back of a mechanical bull, he decides he's found his next conquest - and a very willing one at that.

But after that night, both men can think of nothing but a repeat performance. Unfortunately, they failed to exchange numbers. Even more unfortunately, Dean just happens to be the new contactor engaged by Cas' company and therefore off limits. 

There is some delicious smut in this one. The angst is counteracted with a sweet, soft pining and a profound bond type immediate connection that is a delight to read. 

You Better Not Stay by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta (Explicit, 17k) 

A fantastic horrorfest thriller, this one delivers jump scares and teen scream delight.

Dean and Cas have been best friends just short of forever and lovers for a year. But now that high school is behind them, Cas wants to leave to find freedom from his fucked up family. Dean can’t bring himself to join him. There’s Sam and the family business.

On the cusp of separation, Dean decides to take Cas on a little date to the abandoned skating rink they used to love when they were kids. Only they aren't alone, and if they're not careful, their last night together could be their last night on earth.

This one is great for the jumps and screams. But it's the soft way they love each other and the vulnerability that make this one memorable. Dean is heartbreakingly earnest trying to impress the man he loves. And Cas is sarcastic and sweet in a perfect balance.

And you're the sky by Desirae (Explicit, 28k)

Quite by accident I have two fics on here following the missed connection/one night stand reappears in your life trope, but they are very different. This one has a lot more roommates to lovers domesticity and some delightful Wings (the show) vibes.

Dean’s best friend, Gabriel, has been grounded due to medical issues. In order to save his small airline, he calls upon his estranged brother, Castiel for assistance. Being a good friend, Dean happily offers up a room in his house to Cas. Only when he shows up, he happens to be the one who got away - a hookup who was going by the name Jimmy.

This fic is soft and sweet. There's a lot of caretaker Dean and domestic vibes. It has the soft vibes of a fic where the two main characters are circling one another and you almost feel like it's inevitable that they will eventually find their way to each other. There is some family trauma, but the angst is largely countered by a lot of intentional healing. Throw in a fantastic cast of characters and this one is definitely worth the read.

Check out my other recs at @riversrecs

[naughtystiel]

DEANCAS AU FIC REC MASTERPOST

Although I loved all of these fics, the ones with stars next to them are my absolute favourites! Happy reading! ♡

One million fires burning ☆

Dean Winchester teaches three classes a day, tutors after school, and chairs the English Department for Lawrence High School. He does enough.

Unfortunately, his boss doesn't feel the same and informs him that he has a new job: co-coaching the school's trivia team. His co-coach? None other than the school's golden boy, Castiel Milton. Who Dean can't stand, for various reasons, all of which are valid, thank you very much. And the fact that Dean can't stop talking about the stick up Cas's, sorry, Milton's ass?

Completely irrelevant.

Should have just asked ☆

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

Living in agony ☆

Dean Winchester's life is... well, it's not great. He's a gym teacher, he's in his thirties, and he can't seem to keep any part of his life straight. When the aftermath of a one-night stand goes awry, Dean is dragged kicking and screaming out of his cozy little closet and into the harsh light of reality.

Enter: Castiel Novak, the new history teacher, who knows full well that life gets crappy when you don't allow yourself to live it in the way it needs to be lived.

The last great race

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as "The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.

When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

Starstruck ☆

From the outside Castiel Novak looks like a regular guy: a good job, two teenage kids, a nice house and a crappy car he’s way too attached to.

But there’s one thing no one knows about him: that, over twenty years ago, he used to live next to none other than Dean Winchester – back then a brash and loud-mouthed boy and nowadays a huge movie star and Hollywood’s sweetheart.

Castiel never bothered to tell anyone about his childhood friend because frankly, who would believe him? Probably even Dean himself already forgot about his former awkward and weird neighbor, so Castiel seriously doesn’t see any point in mentioning the whole thing ever.

But then an interview on national TV happens where Dean reveals way more about his past than ever before … and Castiel - as well as the rest of the world - suddenly realizes that he left a much bigger impact on Dean’s life than he originally thought.

Russian to the altar ☆

“I need you to marry Castiel.”

They weren’t the words Dean expected to hear from his business partner’s mouth before their bakery-slash-chocolate shop opened for the day. He’d been quite happy being single—and who the fuck was Castiel, anyway?

It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

I wanna get outside (of me) ☆

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Painted angels ☆

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing.

Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

Texas state of mind

Dean Winchester was once an award winning country music star, but fame came too early. Now, he’s fifteen years sober and owns a ranch in western Texas. He’s happy with his life. He has horses, a nice herd of cattle and so what, if he’s alone. He tells his friends that he’s happily single. Back when he was touring, men and women threw themselves at him – but he knew they only wanted him for his fame.

Cas Novak just won his fifth CMA award. He loves singing, but the touring was getting old. Living in a bus nine months out of the year was slowly destroying his creativity. He hasn’t written anything new in over a year. Then he hears an old song on the radio. He vaguely remembers the handsome singer and wondered whatever happened to him. Before he knew it, he'd written a new song. The only problem was…it was a duet. A duet that could only be sung with a voice like Winchester’s.

After locating the man’s ranch, Cas makes a surprise visit. Will he be able to talk Dean into joining him on stage after all these years? Will the two men find what they’ve been looking for all their lives – someone to share a future with?

If angels were men

Castiel Novak was raised by a hunting father, but he left that life behind for college and a flower shop. When his father is killed by a demon, Cas jumps back in the game and finds himself constantly running in the presence of the Winchester brothers, who are searching for their own father. They seem to be everywhere he turns, and at some point they become friends, then a team, then, maybe, in the case of Dean Winchester, something more.

Vagabonds ☆

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy.

But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

Four letter word for intercourse ☆

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

(It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

Any little heartbreak ☆

Dean Winchester knows everything there is to know about the human heart.

Well.

Anatomically speaking.

Get some

Very slowly, Dean turns. 'How'd you know I was here about a room?'

'Power of deduction,' says Castiel, leaning against the doorway. 'I mean, you're not after pot, and I'm pretty sure we haven't slept together.' He grins wolfishly, gaze sliding over Dean's body. 'You, I'd remember.'

Dean's been hit on by guys before, but never so blatantly, let alone by a semi-naked dude in a kimono. A hot blush warms his cheeks, and he covers his shock with cockiness, tilting his head and grinning. 'Sorry to disappoint you, Cas, but I don't swing that way.'

Castiel throws back his head and laughs. 'And you want to live here? What, did your friends put you up to this?'

'Actually, yeah.' Dean raises an eyebrow. 'Is that a problem for you?'

What i need

A joking phrase commonly heard between a surgeon and his tech is "Give me what I need, not what I ask for." Dr. Novak and his tech Dean will soon learn the impact this phrase has on life outside the operating room.

Mad at your dad? ☆

Dean wasn’t sure why he was even scrolling through Craigslist. Especially not the casual encounters section. It was four days before Thanksgiving. Not like he was gonna try and hook up with someone before that shitstorm. After, sure, but not before.

He kept scrolling, though, not clicking anything until a title caught his eye.

Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old male felon who has no degree, but has studied enough theologies of the world, behavioral psychology, and philosophy to set your whole family’s teeth on edge—no matter which way they lean, politically, religiously or in terms of neuroses. I drive a van the same age as me that’s got a mural on the side of an angel holding an orgy. I can play between the ages of 20-30 depending on whether I shave. I live off an inheritance, and sell weed on the side. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship (monogamous or polyamorous, whichever sounds most like it would freak out su familia) with you (and/or others), to torment your family, I’m game...

(dis)affection ☆

When Dean and Castiel are tricked to go on a date, neither is happy about this. To get back at their deceitful friends, they hatch the perfect plan: pretend to be dating, and gross out their friends with their over-the-top, disgustingly cute romantic relationship – and then break up in the most despicable manner imaginable. As it turns out, you can learn a lot from someone just by pretending affection.

Ninety one whiskey ☆

In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU.

The breath of all things

Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is in a wheelchair and lives in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It's only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.

If you'd have been the one

A boy sits on the front steps, his dark hair a wild mess. A gingerbread boy, Dean thinks. Dressed in pressed slacks and a sweater-vest to match his father’s. He looks about Dean’s age; maybe they’ll be in the same class. That wouldn’t be too bad, unless he’s mean. He could be mean; a lot of kids are mean to him, so he has to be mean back.

He hopes this one is nice.

...

In the year 1986, at seven years old, Dean Winchester meets Castiel Novak.

Eleven years go by, then eight, then three.

Somewhere along the way, things start to change.

Spirit of the west ☆

Dean grew up on a horse farm and can't imagine any other life. There are drawbacks to working for his father, but they're worth it if it means remaining with his beloved horses. Besides, between his broken arm and his lack of prospects, he hasn't got much else.

Something of an outsider, Dean always feels like there's something he's missing. But this tense summer brings back a figure from his past: years ago, a teenaged Cas worked for a season at the Winchester ranch. His return could change everything.

If you ever wanted a 90s horse girl book, but starring a young Dean Winchester, this is your fic.

Guns and wings

Dean Winchester is the sheriff in the small town of Sioux Falls, along with his deputy (and brother) Sam. Life there is calm and normal, easy to manage with the occasional problems. That is until the Garrison gang sends an assassin to kill one of their beloved citizens. Dean is ready to hang the man for his crimes, when the outlaw gives him a deal he can't pass up. The whole Garrison gang. Dean and the criminal, Castiel, set off to find the gang; enemies working towards a common goal. Dean is determined to hate Castiel, but the longer they journey together and the more he finds out about the outlaw the harder it becomes to deny the feelings he begins to have for the man. But he's the sheriff and he has a job to do, he can't fall in love with a criminal... Right?

Life was a willow

When Dean’s favorite author becomes a regular at his bar, Dean knows he’s done for. He never could have anticipated the intense feelings that blossomed for the talented Castiel. There’s just one thing standing in his way of being with Castiel the way he truly wants: Castiel is waiting for his soulmate.

Dean has spent his entire life hating the concept of soulmates. He just wants to live his life without the universe intervening. If the only way he can keep Castiel in his life is by swallowing his feelings, then that’s what he’ll do.

300cc ☆

300 Complementary Characters: a forum on Kansas City University’s student website. You can write whatever you want, but it has to be 300 characters or less.

Dean is crushing hard on Sam’s TA, but it feels different than it has before; it feels like he needs to do it properly, to have a grand declaration and to prove that romance isn’t dead. What better way to profess his feelings than posting a poem on 300cc?

Castiel is torn. There’s no mistaking the poem is for him, but who could be posting them? Despite being very tempted by the very attractive new light and sound engineer that will be working on the play he has written, Castiel can’t ignore the feeling that he and the anonymous Poet are meant to be together.

A comedy of errors, mutual pining, and erotic poetry.

Satin and sawdust ☆

When Castiel moves out of Jimmy's house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper. He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he's smart enough to figure it out. Unfortunately it's not too long before he learns that he's way in over his head.

Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out. He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he's not taking advantage of it, really. Dean's a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.

But a flash of satin under Dean's toolbelt changes everything.

Stay with me, sweetheart ☆

“Alright Cas, here comes the hard part. We’re gonna get you out of here, but we’ve gotta take the roof off and while we do that, we’re gonna have to cover you with a sheet to protect you from the glass. I’ll be right here though. I’m not going anywhere.”

As he starts to drift away, he suddenly feels the press of Dean’s forehead against his own through the rough fabric and hears that warm, sunlit voice murmer quietly in his ear, too low to be overheard by the firefighters currently working to remove the SUV’s roof, “Stay with me, Sweetheart.”

A single moment's distraction ends with a serious car accident that leaves Castiel trapped in his vehicle. Fortunately for him, fire fighter Dean Winchester is there, never leaving Castiel's side as the rest of his company work to free him from the mangled remains of his SUV.

When the two meet again in the ICU, Castiel finds himself just as drawn to and comforted by the handsome fireman as he was during his accident. Dean is certainly attractive, but single father Castiel doesn't have time or space in his life for a romantic relationship.

Then again, there's no harm in making a new friend, is there?

And this, your living kiss

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.

Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

Sometimes you'll find that i'm out of my mind ☆

Castiel returns from the Empty, and Dean worries obsessively. Dean also sleeps on the floor in Cas' room, which he admits is weird, but at least he's sleeping.

[fanfictionalraven]

Piece by Piece Pt. 10

Title: Piece By Piece Pt. 10

Summary: The aftermath of being taken by the angels.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Original Character

Word Count: 2,937

Warnings: Vomitting, angst

Author’s Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 9 here.

Dean continues to drive through the day, stopping for food and gas. He tells Sam what Zachariah had told him and why they’d created the alternate reality. Later in the afternoon, M.K. falls asleep spread across the front seat between yourself and Dean. Her head is resting on his leg and her legs on yours. Dean’s fingers are running through her curls gently as you run a hand over her calf.

All of a sudden, you feel the nausea start up out of nowhere and groan, laying your head back against the seat. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to fight back the sick feeling. The car was currently flying down a back road in the middle of nowhere, no bathrooms in sight.

“Y/N? You okay?” Dean asks, glancing over at you. You shake your head slowly.

“Pull over,” you tell him, eyes still closed. Your main goal right now was to not throw up all over his car. You can feel the car steadily slow down and you carefully push M.K.’s legs off of your own.

Before the car even comes to a complete stop, you clamber out the door. You manage to get a few feet away before your lunch decides to make its reappearance. You hit your knees, bracing yourself against the ground. Two hands are on you a second later, one holding your hair and the other rubbing soothing circles into your back.

Once your stomach is empty, you sit up. Dean hands you a rag and a bottle of water he’d found in the car and you thank him before wiping at your mouth. You unscrew the lid on the bottle and drink about half of it before sighing. Your eyes meet Dean’s and you find his full of that same concern he’d always had for you.

“Are you really pregnant?” He asks. You nod, watching his face. “Did you know before?”

“I’m three months now. I’ve known for about two,” you confess, your voice raw from your previous heaving. He frowns and shakes his head quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. You sigh and run the rag across your sweat-damp forehead.

“You haven’t been home since Valentine’s Day, Dean. And I wasn’t going to tell you over the phone,” you tell him. His face falls as the realization hits.

“Valentine’s Day. That’s what you were going to tell me,” he says. You nod and he hangs his head with a sigh. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Sorry?” You ask, panic rising up in your chest. He looks back at you and his eyes widen.

“No!! Not – not sorry about the baby. I could never – I mean, it’s really terrible timing but – that would be like regretting M.K. or being with you and – there’s no way I could ever do that,” he says, reaching out and brushing his fingers against your cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. Things have been crazy and when Cas showed up at the house like that – I thought staying away from you would keep you safer. I guess I was wrong.”

“Well it wasn’t exactly like we spent the last three weeks being tortured,” you start. “Penthouse apartment. Fancy private school.”

“Pregnant yoga and no caffeine?” He asks, trying not to laugh. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Yea, that was the torture,” you say. “And don’t go getting any wild ideas.” He laughs now and helps you to your feet.

“So was the nausea this bad with M.K.?” He asks. You shake your head as the two of you make your way back to the car.

“I actually got lucky with M.K. I was never sick. This time around though,” you trail off and sigh. Dean nods and presses a kiss to your temple before opening the passenger side door for you.

“Well it’s your turn to get some rest,” he says. You look into the car and see that M.K. is now laid out across the backseat, curled into Sam’s side. You smile and slide in, Dean closing the door behind you. He comes around and gets back in. “C’mon,” he says, patting the seat between you. You lay across the front seat, your head coming to rest on his leg. He lays his arm across your side. You quickly drift off to sleep as his fingers brush lightly against your stomach.

You wake up sometime later, groggy and confused. You don’t remember moving from the car to a bed yet here you were on a comfortable mattress with a blanket draped over you. Sitting up slowly, you look around. It was an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Willing yourself to remain calm, you push yourself up from the bed.

The cool air meets your legs and you look down to find them bare. You’re only wearing a grey t-shirt that you immediately recognized as one of Dean’s. A pair of jeans are sitting folded on the dresser across the room. They look brand new you realize as you pull them on quickly. A perfect fit. You sigh, thankful for the familiar denim after three weeks of wearing nothing but dresses and skirts.

Opening the door, you’re greeted by a familiar scent. The smell of fresh cooked bacon wafts up the staircase to you. You can hear M.K. giggling as you slowly make your way down to the rest of the strange house. Following the sound and scent, you find the kitchen. An older man in a vest and baseball cap is standing over the stove, frying up the bacon. M.K. is seated at the table behind him, a wide grin spread across her face.

“Momma!! You’re awake!!” She exclaims. The man looks at you and smiles warmly. “Look!! Grandpa Bobby is real!!” Bobby. Of course. The man who was like a father to Dean and Sam. Any panic you had been feeling quickly subsides. You knew this was a man you could trust even if you’d never actually met him.

“I don’t know why she’s calling me that,” Bobby mumbles, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He turns, setting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her. You hear a door open and a moment later Dean comes into the room, wiping grease from his hands.

“Hey!! Morning, Gorgeous,” he says, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “How you feeling?” He asks. You shrug your shoulders slightly.

“Confused. Hungry,” you tell him. He laughs and pulls you to a chair at the table. You sit down and Bobby sets a plate in front of you as well. “Thank you.” He smiles and nods. Dean’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder.

“Well since your actually conscious now,” Dean says, winking down at you. “This is Bobby. Bobby, this is Y/N my…” He stops and you look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Ummm.”

“Girlfriend, Dean. She’s your girlfriend,” Sam says from the adjacent room. You look over and find him sitting at a desk, several books open in front of him. M.K. giggles as she takes a bite of bacon.

“Just girlfriend?” Bobby asks. You look at him quickly and he smiles, glancing at your left hand. Your eyes widen and shoot to the diamond ring and silver band still on your finger.

“You changed my clothes but didn’t take these off?” You ask, looking up at Dean. He rubs the back of his neck and stammers.

“Well — Ummm — I just thought — you might like to keep them,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“If this is a proposal it isn’t a very good one,” you tell him. His eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly.

“No!! I’m not — I mean, not that I wouldn’t — but this isn’t —,” he stops. Sam starts to snigger and Dean shoots a glare at him. You smile and reach over, taking Dean’s hand.

“Calm down. I’m kidding,” you tell him. He smiles now and squeezes your hand.

“Dean,” Sam says, his voice shifting from its early teasing tone. You all look over and find Cas standing in the middle of the room. Dean drops your hand and immediately moves to stand in front of you. Bobby makes his way around the table, shielding M.K.

“The hell do you want? You swore you’d keep them out of this,” Dean says, pointing an accusatory finger at Cas. The angel furrows his brow and shakes his head.

“I did not know of Zachariah’s plan. If I had, I would have warned you. I do not wish harm on any of you. Especially Y/N, Mary Katherine, or your unborn child,” he says. Dean’s hands clench at his sides.

“What do you want, Cas?” He asks.

“I came to apologize to all of you,” he says, glancing at you as well. Dean crosses his arms and shakes his head. “I didn’t know, Dean. I swear. I am sorry.” The room is quiet as you glance at each of the men. M.K. stands from her chair and takes a step around Bobby.

“I forgive you,” she says, starting towards him. Bobby’s hand shoots out, landing on her shoulder. She shrugs him off and takes a few more steps.

“Mary Katherine,” you call to her quickly. She stops dead in her tracks. You very rarely ever use her full name like that and it always gets her attention. But she isn’t looking at you now with the pitiful look she always does when she’s in trouble. She’s almost surprised.

“You always say when someone apologizes and they really mean it that we have to be the bigger person and forgive them even if we don’t want to,” she says. You stare at her as she continues towards Cas. He looks down at her, curiously. “Do you really mean it?”

“I — I do. I’m sorry, Mary Katherine,” he says. She smiles and wraps her arms around his legs.

“M.K. I’m only Mary Katherine when I’m in trouble,” she tells him. You all stare in disbelief as a small smile spreads across the angel’s face. He reaches down and pats her head awkwardly before she lets him go and returns to her breakfast. Dean sighs and shakes his head.

“They’re staying here for now with Bobby. If anything happens to them again, Cas, I swear there isn’t a force on this earth that will stop me from killing every last one of you,” he tells him. Cas nods once then disappears. You look down at your plate. There’s a tense silence before Dean breaks it with a chuckle. “Why’d you have to go and raise her to be such a good person?” Dean asks, looking back at you.

“What do you mean we’re staying here with Bobby?” You ask, ignoring his question as you look up at him. He sighs, as though he’d been dreading this conversation, then kneels down next to you.

“I gotta keep you two — you three safe,” he says, his hand reaching towards your stomach. You swat at his hand quickly and he arches an eyebrow at you.

“For how long?” You ask. He shrugs.

“However long it takes,” he says. You stare at him and shake your head slightly.

“We can’t just stay here, Dean. We’ve got lives to get back to. Lives we’ve already missed three weeks of. I may not even have a job to go back to but she has to go back to school,” you tell him.

“I can’t leave you unprotected. Bobby can keep you safe while I’m out trying to stop all this,” he says, rising to his feet. You frown and look up at him.

“No offense to Bobby but Cas just came and went like it was nothing. You really think an army of angels couldn’t do the same if they wanted us bad enough?” You ask, standing from your chair. Dean crosses his arms over his chest, determined. You glance over at M.K. to find she’s watching you both closely.

Sighing, you leave the kitchen and quickly make your way back up the stairs to the bedroom you’d been in earlier. You close the door and lean against it for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. Your phone is sitting on the table next to the bed. You make your way across the room and grab it, quickly finding Lily’s name in your contacts. It rings twice before your best friend’s voice comes over the line.

“Hey!! Didn’t expect to hear from you. How’s the vacation?” She asks. You stare at the wall in front of you.

“Va – vacation?” You ask, your voice trembling. You hear Lily laugh on the other end.

“Yea? Dean whisked you two away suddenly for a family vacation. You left me a voicemail saying you were gonna be gone for a while,” she says. You fall onto the edge of the bed, your hand over your mouth. “Y/N? You okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m – ummm – just checking in,” you tell her, fighting back tears. After a brief conversation, you set the phone aside again. Laying back on the bed, you run your hands over your face. You hear someone walking up to the door and it opens then closes again. A second later, the bed dips beside you. “I called Lily. Everyone thinks we’re on vacation apparently.” You look over at Dean and he nods slightly. “But we have to get back Dean. She has to get back to school.”

“Your lives are more important, Y/N,” he says. You sigh and sit up.

“The only difference in us staying here is that Bobby is in danger. And I am not going to be the reason he gets killed. I’m not,” you tell him. “We’re going home.”

“Well I don’t know how you’re getting there cause I’m not taking you,” he says. You look at him quickly.

“That’s kidnapping, Dean,” you say. He rolls his eyes, rising from the bed. “Fine. I’ll ask Sam or Bobby to do it.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” he says. You stare at him-, your anger building quickly.

“Then we’ll take the bus because we are not staying,” you tell him defiantly. He shakes his head as he watches you.

“I can’t let you leave,” he says. “That’s my daughter and you’re carrying my baby and you’re my –.” He stops short and you look back at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Your what, Dean? You can’t even say it!! That’s what the real torture was, these past three weeks. Hearing you say that you love me knowing I’ll never hear it again now!! You don’t even tell M.K. that you love her!!” You snap at him. “So don’t try and give me some crap about how you want to keep us safe because you care about us or we’re your family. You want to keep us safe to keep your conscious clear. So, no thank you. We don’t need your protection. We’re leaving.” You turn for the door quickly.

“And the baby?” Dean asks, his voice unnaturally calm. You freeze, your hand on the handle.

“I raised M.K. for 10 years without you. What’s another one?” You ask, your words biting. You pull the door open and march down the stairs. Three pairs of eyes land on you as you step into the kitchen, Sam having joined the other two now. “Would you be willing to take us to the closest bus stop, Sam?” He frowns and looks down at the table. You nod and turn to the other man. “Bobby, please?” He sighs and nods, rising from the table. “M.K. tell Uncle Sam bye. We’re leaving.”

“But Momma,” she starts.

“Mary Katherine,” you snap. She hangs her head and jumps down from the chair. She slowly walks over to Sam and he wraps her up in a tight hug.

“Bye Uncle Sam,” she tells him quietly. He kisses her forehead then lets her go.

“Bye M.K.,” he says. You put your hand on her back, guiding her to the door as Bobby picks up the keys to his truck.

“What about Daddy?” She asks, looking up at you. There’s a sadness in her eyes as though she knows what’s happening.

“I’m right here, Baby girl,” he says. You turn and find Dean standing on the steps about halfway down. She runs up to him and he picks her up in his arms. “Listen to your mom, kid.”

“Aren’t you coming home too?” She asks, her voice thick with tears. You frown and avert your eyes quickly. Dean kisses her hair and sets her down.

“Be good,” he says, avoiding her question. She comes back down the stairs, dejected, and you take her hand. You glance up at Dean and find him staring at the floor. Bobby opens the door and you pull M.K. from the house quickly.

Dean squeezes his eyes closed when the door closes then sits down on the step beneath him. Sam comes into front hall and leans against the door frame, crossing his arms. Dean runs his hands over his face and lets out a sigh.

“That was a stupid plan,” Sam says. Dean shrugs slightly, looking back at his brother.

“Worked didn’t it?” He asks. Sam shakes his head in disbelief.

“How’d you know she’d leave?” He asks. Dean smiles a little and looks at his hands.

“I love her. You think I don’t know what would piss her off enough to make her leave me?” He asks. Sam shakes his head again and goes back into Bobby’s study, leaving Dean sitting on the steps, staring at the silver band that was still on his left hand.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 11 here.

[cryptictales]

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐?

(𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ let’s take it up a notch, let’s see how Deano would feel if reader was to offer up herself to Lucifer...

| pairings; dean x reader , sam x castiel , lucifer x reader

| 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; loss of life, offering up life, aggressiveness, violence, heartbreak, mistrust.

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“ You’re not gonna like it, Dean.”

“ Yeah...” he scoffed as he kept his green hazel hues on her.

“I’m going to offer myself up, to Lucifer...”

“Like hell you are, don’t be an idiot — we aren’t doing that.”

“Then what other plan is there to go with Dean! We’ve been through every other angle, he’s not going to stop until he finds a vessel, and Sam is not an option.” she was serious, they’ve tried everything, and Dean knew just as well as herself that this was the only option. She would brush her hand over her face and through her curly locks of hair. “Sam, can you give us a minute.”

She walked over to Dean, as she cupped her fragile hands around his face. Her eyes were damp from the tears she had shed prior. “Cas has a plan Dean, Lucifer will think he’s taking me, but Cas will kill him before he does...”

“NO damn it! What if this doesn’t work huh? What if this KILLS you in the process?? We both know things never work the way we want them to, I—I can’t lose another person…I can’t LOSE YOU (Y/N)”he would place his hands onto her wrists, moving her touch away from his face. He never liked to show vulnerability, but when it came to her, she saw right through him.

“Dean...”

“No, it’s not happening, this discussion is over.” He said in a much more serious tone of voice. Stepping back inside of the home. (Y/N) would stand there, brushing away the tears that escaped from her eyes. She knew Dean would never forgive her for this, but she had to do it. Clearing her throat, she leaned down to grab her duffle bag of gear.

The night was a cold, eerie feeling, the fog growing thick as she stood in the field, Cas and Sam were prepping the area with the sigils needed to summon Lucifer. Sam noticing something was bothering her, he would stand back up as he walked over to her, offering he’s comforting arm squeeze and slight smile before returning to the task at hand.

The flames would ignite when Sam spoke out the spell, and within seconds that felt like forever Lucifer would appear.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Badass herself, I assume you are keeping your word?” he curled his infamous smirk.

“Shut the hell up, I’m here aren’t I, let’s just get this over with.” she rolled her eyes, standing mere inches from the flames, Cas whispering something in Enochian allowing her to step through the flames and into the circle. Lucifer’s red hues appeared as he reached out for her hands, taking them into his own before the sound of a car speeding from the distance, swerving into the area. Her head lifted to see that it was Dean.

“You get the fuck away from her!” Dean shouted, shotgun in hand filled with angel-killing bullets. Sam would launch himself forward in his brother’s direction, but Dean was fueled with anger, furious he easily threw his brother in the other direction. That left Castiel, as he used his own angelic ability to stop Dean in his tracks. “CAS! What the hell let me go, (Y/N) don’t do this!”

She felt those tears threatening to surface in her eyes again, feeling her voice trapped within her throat. She would mouth those three little words ‘I love you’ before Lucifer would take his hand, cupping her chin and pulling her back to look at him.

“A deal is a deal darling,” he said in such a calming but comforting voice. He moves to place his hand up against her cheek, the harsh cold of his touch stung her flesh. She could feel the instant bitter cold invade her slowly until she completely went numb. The ground shakes beneath their feet. His eyes were furious with the red ambers, the grace slowly shifting from Nick’s vessel into her own.

“(Y/N) NO!” Dean struggled, his eyes forming tears, as he watched the entire thing happen. Cas letting the angel blade slide from his infamous trench coat, his blue hues surfacing as he smoothly moved up and behind Lucifer, only for his throat to be grabbed just as quickly. “Such a poor excuse of an angel Castiel.” (Y/N) would feel the tears leaving her eyes, Lucifer was not dumb, he would instantly send the feathery idiot of an angel flying miles into the field as he returned to his task at hand.

Sam gathered to his feet quickly, and he took his own weapon, only for it to be sent flying out of his hands along with him. He would slam into the windshield of the Impala, knocking him out cold.

Lucifer now gripping both sides of her face, finished off the rest of his grace, that eventually poured into her body. Dean ran towards her, the flames around the circle dying out as both of their bodies left falling to the ground. He would move to her body, his hands gripping her face, as he felt the tears that formed the surface fall.

“Why, why did you have to go play the goddamn hero...” He spoke in a whisper, pulling her body up against him. Dean wasn’t sure what this meant, did this mean Lucifer was now possessing her vessel?

Once everyone was returned to the bunker, Cas healed Sam of his injuries.

“Is he still down there?” Cas asked in his low musky tone of voice.

“Uh yeah—he hasn’t left her side. Cas, what are we going to do?”

“I-I don’t know, but for now keeping her locked up in the dungeon, is our best hope for now. Until we can figure out a plan to destroy Lucifer for good.”

Dean was standing in front of the woman he had fallen in love with, she was bound in rope that was drenched in holy water, surrounded by the sigil that would keep Lucifer from trying to escape it, if HE was even in there. She had been passed out since the ritual, the entire thing playing over and over in Dean’s head like a broken record.

Dean wasn’t sure what to do next, but all he knew at that moment was he was going to save her, bring her home, and kill Lucifer, even if it meant 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

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[valleydean]

Chapter 9 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist | tip

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

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Castiel sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in his sweat suit, ready to go. An hour earlier, the bellhop had come to collect his boxing shorts and shoes as well as his suit for after the bout. They’d both been packed away neatly for Castiel’s team to bring to his dressing room at the arena.

The doors would be open by now. Fans would be packing into their seats. Newspaper reporters and paparazzi would be circling around the marquee like sharks that had smelled blood.

However, there wouldn’t be any blood if Castiel didn’t get there soon. He should have left ten minutes ago. Instead, he was watching Dean, in his white undershirt and black pants, hold up what must have been the dozenth tie against the suit jacket hanging in his other hand.

Castiel couldn’t imagine why anyone would pack so many different ties for a trip that only lasted a few days.

“What about this one?” Dean asked, even though he wasn’t truly looking for Castiel’s opinion. If that had been the case, he would have made his decision many, many ties ago.

Castiel looked at him with annoyance. Dean’s hair was already slicked back, and his pressed shirt was lying on the bed beside Castiel. His suspenders hung around his thighs, and Castiel couldn’t help but notice that the waistline of his pants was sagging to his hips more than usual.

He half-glanced at the burgundy tie. “It’s the same color as the last one.”

“That was maroon,” Dean said.

“Dean, we have to go,” Castiel told him for what must have been the tenth time.

“What, like they’re gonna start without you?”

Castiel exhaled heavily. “The tie is fine. You’ll be handsome in anything you wear.”

A smug, charming grin spread onto Dean’s face. “You flossing with me?”

“Dean.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll wear this one,” Dean said, put-upon, and Castiel was happy that was settled. He put the jacket and tie on the bed; then, abruptly, grabbed Castiel’s face and swooped in for a kiss.

Castiel frowned, confused by Dean’s boisterous mood.

Dean grinned at him. “Try not to get too distracted by me in the ring, huh?” He patted Castiel’s cheek before pulling away and striding toward the bathroom.

“Why aren’t you getting dressed?” Castiel called after him. If Dean didn’t hurry, he’d leave without him.

“Calm down, would ya? I’m shakin’ a leg,” Dean called back, his disembodied voice echoing off the tiles in the bathroom. Castiel heard the faucet turn on, and then the sounds of rummaging. He heard Dean mutter, “Where is that damn thing…”

A moment later, Dean called, “Cas, where’s your razor?”

Castiel glanced at the clock. He could already picture Michael’s scowl. “In my toiletry bag on the sink.”

“Yeah, that’s where I’m looking,” Dean said, sounding frustrated now.

“It’s in the pocket.”

“You never keep it in the pocket!”

Castiel tilted his head back and prayed to the heavens for patience. “Dean—”

“Yeah, I know!” Dean shouted, suddenly enraged.

Castiel jerked his head to the bathroom and pulled his brows together in a mixture of confusion and anger.

Dean appeared in the doorway, half of his lower face covered in shaving cream. He brandished the razor toward Castiel and yelled, “We gotta go! I heard ya! Maybe don’t hide your damn razor and we can get moving faster!” With that, he disappeared back into the bathroom.

Castiel shook his head, lips parted, completely flabbergasted. Dean was prone to mood swings, but usually not so sudden and intense.

Anna’s voice itched at his mind, no matter how much Castiel tried to banish it. Dean had told him that he hadn’t been using drugs. Castiel believed him.

His eyes flickered to Dean’s luggage. He clamped down on his jaw, fists tightened on his lap.

Castiel trusted him.

That being said, while Dean was occupied, Castiel could double check. After all, Dean had just sifted through his things. Castiel wouldn’t be doing anything out of the ordinary. But his pulse quickened anyway, and his mind moved like a seesaw, half of it urging him to look and the other urging him not to, out of fear for what he’d find.

But that was ridiculous. He’d only be looking to prove to himself that nothing was wrong.

In fact, everything had been perfect since their discussion the night before. Castiel felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, knowing for certain that Dean was content with their life as it was. He had Dean’s blessing to continue on with his plans.

Castiel wasn’t going to ruin the peace they’d found by accusing him of lying.

The sound of the running faucet shut off. Dean came out, patting aftershave on his cheeks. The strong, musky scent of wood and leather followed him. Castiel’s heart skipped; he felt as if he’d been caught red-handed. He stood up quickly and crossed to the door, avoiding Dean’s luggage on the way. There, he hovered, half-watching Dean shrug into his shirt and pull up his suspenders.

After Dean’s tie and jacket were on, he spun around, grinning again. “How’s this?”

Castiel glanced at him quickly, not taking much in, and nodded.

“Alright, c’mon. You don’t wanna be late,” Dean joked. He walked closer until Castiel could feel the heat of his body in the space between them. Dean’s smile dwindled. “What’s the matter?”

Castiel swallowed, deciding he’d been wrong in his thinking. Anna must have been mistaken. His eyes swept up to Dean’s—into the familiar, clear green. Not hazy or red in the slightest. His pupils appeared normal.

“Nothing,” Castiel told him. “Just… pre-fight jitters.”

“Hey, you’ll kick ass,” Dean told him, putting his hands on Castiel’s shoulders. Castiel breathed out, trying to relish the warmth of Dean’s hands. “Do it for me.”

Castiel nodded again. Dean leaned in and pecked a kiss to his lips before releasing him. Then, he sauntered out the door.

Castiel lingered for a moment, his thoughts swarming him again. His eyes flashed to Dean’s luggage.

He shut the light off and followed Dean out.

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel is quietly singing to himself. Dean can listen to him only due to the fact they are surrounded by a complete silence here, behind the closed door of their bedroom.

While unfamiliar to him, Dean can tell the song isn't the usual music they listens to. A lump forms in his throat and he huffs at himself, lightly, but he can't really help it, he knows it's the moment itself, new and raw, vulnerable and special, as simple and mundane as it is. He closes his eyes and listens, his back to Castiel since he is sitting at the desk, his laptop opened in front of him.

"To be seen like this, completely, skin and soul, scars and heart," Castiel had told Dean once, "feels so scary," because he knew Dean could feel it too, even if he couldn't find the words to say it out loud, "but if I didn't risk you seeing the bad I could never hope you saw the good there is to see too." May that be the indescribable joy he feels when they are together, complex and intense, or how easily and naturally Castiel sings to himself in his presence.

Dean wants to ask so many things, he wants to know why he is singing that specific song? Where did he hear it first? What does it means to him?

He doesn't say anything, but he can't stop himself from getting up from the chair and turning around, the song doesn't stop since Castiel is too focused on what he is doing to notice. It does come to a sudden halt when Dean reaches their bed and climbs on it, quickly settling himself between Castiel's opened legs, resting his head on his chest. Castiel hums instead, circling Dean with one arm and dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

Unprompted, as if he could real his mind, Cas says, " I heard that song the other day at the grocery store, it was kind of catchy," he pauses, "it reminded me of you." He lowers his voice and the words come out a bit rushed, but Dean understands anyway, he lifts a hand to rest it on Castiel's chest, patting him there, gently.

"I would hate," Dean remembers Castiel telling him, "to wear a mask in order to keep myself from feeling any fear when I am with you."

[bubbles-is-hardcore]

Currently thinking about the book Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolas (absolutely amazing and beautiful book, I highly recommend) and a line that comes up multiple times throughout the second half of the book.

“I waited for your touch to save me.”

The first time this comes up it is Lucifer thinking of Micheal, his love interest, seeing him for the first time after God brutally tortured him because He thought Lucifer loved Micheal more than him. It is thought by Lucifer throughout the rest of the book as he hopes that Micheal will choose him over God.

I can’t help comparing it to Destiel.

Dean wasting away in Hell, being tortured and then broken and forced into doing the torturing, knowing God would do nothing to save him. And then a touch. A hand comes in and pulls him back to life. One of nothing but good intentions and full of a love that was impossible and unknown.

“I waited for your touch to save me”

Castiel torn between duty to heaven and his love for humanity. He wants to be with Dean and do what’s best for him but he is called away to heaven over and over. He knows what God would want and that he wants something completely different.

Unlike Micheal, Castiel is able to realize his duty to Heaven doesn’t excuse everything God had done to the ones he loved. He let himself fall completely in love and paid the price for it. Touching Dean one last time, leaving the same handprint as when he saved him the first time, he descended into eternal darkness and pain in order to proclaim his love and defeat God. Once and for all choosing Dean over Him.

And now that we’ve come full circle I can’t help but think of Cas in the empty, cold and alone, waiting.

Waiting for his touch to save him.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 12 - Unstable

Dean blows something Cas says all out of proportion in the middle of a Red Circle Boutique

Suptober prompt: Swap-Meat Flufftober prompt: Fire & Ice Fictober prompt: "I'm not saying I didn't like it" Inktober prompt: Spicy

(Read on AO3)

After forty-five minutes and three complete rounds of the store, they're finally done with their Target run. Dean double-checks his shopping list for the fourth time and nods in satisfaction.

“Okay, that's the last thing. We should be good to go,” he states firmly, closing out the notes app on his phone with a decisive flick. When he looks up again, an odd movement from his husband's side of the cart draws his eye. “What's up, babe? You're actin' all kinds of twitchy over there.”

Cas gives him a worried look, brows furrowed and hands aflutter. “Dean, are you sure this is a good idea?” he asks plaintively

Dean clutches at his chest as if he's been wounded by the very question. “What, you don't think I can win? You told me my Spicy Fire & Ice Grilled Pork Loin was the second-best thing you ever put in your mouth! Now you're saying it's no good?”

“I’m not saying that at all, love. It was delicious. I just–”

“Then why don't you think I should enter the Swap-Meat? You're supposed to be my cheerleader here, babe!”

Cas tries again with a weak “I'm not trying t– ” but Dean cuts him off again, volume rising and arms waving as he warms to his subject. “We promised to love and support each other, man! Why can't you have my back on this? I'm puttin' myself out here, tryin' something scary and new, and you're second-guessing me? In the middle of Target? That's not–”

A large hand clamps down on his shoulder, and a voice thunders, “DEAN.”

“...Yeah, Cas?” Dean asks sheepishly.

“I have every confidence in your abilities as a chef, but I am deeply concerned about the safety of this cart. Can we please ask an employee for assistance in getting this up to the register before we injure someone?”

Sorry, sorry, this one was so dumb but I had to do it! I took that picture at my local Target back in June because as soon as I saw it I knew it was about domestiel.

[scoobydoodean]

In my experience it's been bc deancrit cas/destiel girls can easily ignore most samgirls (at least hardcore ones) because they usually either ship wincest or don't really give a fuck about cas so they're in an entirely different "fandom circle". Whereas deangirls tend to have more crossover because the main ship in our circle is still destiel (while I'm personally kinda meh about romantic ships but I definitely see the appeal), so unfortunately they feel the need to get mad at deangirls they disagree w bc we "affect their fandom experience more".

I agree there's the wincest/samgirl/deangirl sphere and a destiel/casgirl/deangirl sphere and our posts generally circulate within those separate spheres among a completely separate audience. If I was hanging out with bibros, I'd get a lot more complaints from samgirls than I do in the destiel sphere (and many people in this "sphere" are meaner about Sam than I am tbqh).

In addition to that, samgirls and deangirls have been fighting since day one, so while we don't tend to view the show the same way and don't tend to get along, there's a pretty well-established 'Dead dove do not eat" situation between us. Of course squabbles still happen, but I think I tend to write meta in a way that makes our complete lack of interpretive common ground immediately apparent when samgirls do stumble across me. When you realize you can't agree with someone on the interpretation of dozens of basic facts, you often deflate before ever trying to start an argument.

On the other hand, I'm expected to display a certain amount of "loyalty" toward Cas. I actually do recognize this and I do actually respond to it to a certain degree (at the very least for the sake of a few casgirl mutuals). At the same time, I firmly believe that the expectations of deangirls and casgirls in the destiel sphere are not symmetric. In fact, most of the negative experiences I've had were a result of me disagreeing with popular deancrit takes rather than speaking critically of Cas. This is because among destiel shippers, there's an unspoken agreement to blog about Cas and Dean in a certain way, and it isn't all about hiding criticism—it's also about agreeing to accept certain criticisms that I... don't agree with. Me not agreeing with those criticisms is seen as "stirring up drama" by some destiel shippers. The thing is, I think most of the people who think of me that way are basing their expectations of my behavior on the constraints that they face themselves. How we behave on our own blogs is largely informed by who is mutuals with who (i.e., people don't want to upset their mutuals). Destiel shippers who follow hundreds of other blogs have a very collectivist mindset and tend to assume all destiel shippers follow the exact same mix of people that they do, when that is not the case. I follow maybe two dozen supernatural blogs.

I understand that some destiel shippers/casgirls don't want to see my opinions on their dashes, but I have a right to my opinions and I am literally not sharing a community the people who complain the most about me. I'm not going to obscure or change my opinions to make strangers I don't follow and whose posts I am in most cases not even cognizant of happy. Some casgirls avoid me or block me and move on with their lives and that works just fine for me, but others seem to have trouble accepting that I am over here blogging about things they don't agree with and get angry that they can't control what I post. At the end of the day, seeing my posts is a choice that a person has to actively make. I don't use generic fandom tags. I don't even tag my gifsets. I don't skulk around on the blogs of people I don't know looking for things to bitch about, and I never interact negatively on other people's posts. If a beloved mutual is putting my posts on someone's dash and they don't want to see my opinions, they can filter my url. It's literally that simple.

[bloodsalted]

@qapsiel || a meme from over yonder! || inbox catch up!

❝ you're such a lightweight, it's so funny. ❞ (from endverse!cas)

dean's not sure where the hell cas got his weed from but thrown in with all the liquor dean's swallowed down since the start of this weirdly fucked up night? he's gotta say he's completely stoned. we're talking soul hovering somewhere above his head--staring into space with nothing on his mind while circling the atmosphere stoned. this is not what he came here to do. he came here to talk some sense into cas. his best friend. he needed him.

wait a damn minute.

was he fucking peer pressured by cas? as in castiel? as in after school special'd. as in i learned it by watching you?! by..

dean's palm covers his mouth, drags down it and his brows cock up. "holy shit...," internal monologue finally breathed out into the open. he turns his head. his vision catches up a few ticks later. "what was in that stuff..? and...god damn. nancy reagan's rollin' in her grave right now."

[sodomitecastiel]

i have a little ficlet pinging around my mind about a world where mark of cain dean does actually kill sam and then retreats to a cabin in the woods to live out his days in isolation like cain did with his bees. cas visits from time to time but dean doesn’t let him stick around.

and in the story in my head, a young man seeks dean out to take the mark of cain and the first blade so he can kill some big bad or other — completing the circle of when dean went to seek cain out. and dean has to test him just as he was tested before he can pass it on to the next set of brothers in torment with each other.

ideally i’d like dean to break the cycle but maybe he doesn’t. maybe he can’t. also i realized this is just east of eden as i’m typing this out but the thought still won’t leave my head lol

[imbiowaresbitch]

Fever - Suptober 2023 Day 14

Summary:

Cas' grace is at a critically low ebb due to his isolation from Heaven, and without it to keep his instincts at bay, his first rut in millennia approaches.

He's always known Dean was an Omega, but it never mattered. It can't matter now.

His control is better than that.

~~

Castiel was having a bad day.

Abysmally low on grace, he could feel his skin itching, his familiar clothes chafing. Everything was too loud, too sharp, scents and sights and sensations all clamouring for supremacy. The noxious stink of the demons they were facing made his eyes water and his nose burn, and his Alpha roared to the surface, baring its fangs and tearing the demon who'd just grabbed Dean from behind away. He couldn't manage to smite the foul presence, but a stab with his angel blade put the victim out of its misery and beyond the demon's reach as it burned out.

Impossibly strong hands grabbed his shoulders, flinging him into a wall, and Cas spat blood onto the ground before spinning his blade to bring it around it a backhanded slash. The demon sneered as it dodged, unnaturally fast, the grandmotherly face a rictus of mocking cruelty.

"Poor little angel, run out of juice?" it mocked, and Cas circled warily, his eyes flicking around for Dean.

Dean was facing another demon, his movements fluid and graceful as he stabbed his opponent with his blade, and Cas felt a surge of… something. Their eyes locked for a moment, and fear flashed over Dean's face.

"Cas!!" he shouted, drawing his arm back and whipping the angel blade he carried through the air. It flew past Cas' shoulder, so close it nicked his coat, and Cas whirled just in time to see another demon had crept up on him while he was preoccupied. He quickly dispatched the one possessing the old woman, his chest heaving. His right shoulder was aching from impacting the wall, limiting his reach, and he used another precious trickle of grace to heal it.

An enraged shout reached his ears, and he spun, his eyes darting about the storeroom. He could hear the sounds of a struggle, but where?

"Dean?" he shouted, getting only a pained grunt in response from beyond a stack of shelves. He scooped up both angel blades and ran. Darting around the end of the stack, he found Dean in a chokehold, his hands clawing futilely at the hands of the possessed teenager who was killing him.

Red.

Cas thought perhaps he flew, but he wasn't certain. What he did know was that the teenager's body burned completely, disintegrating like the vampires in that show about a blonde teenage vampire hunter that Dean made him watch, and an instant later, Cas slumped to the ground, spent.

~~

Read it on AO3.

Thanks @malicmalic for giving it a read first! 🥰