#finale fix it

[reyolfx]

a silly little ficlet i wrote in the mountains when i was kinda drunk in my tent. finale fix-it even though i haven't even seen the finale??? lmao and won't. fuck that hoe.

(like the most minor teeny tiny turn into explicit near the end)

cas comes back, dean's kinda pissed, cas's love for dean is totally insane, here we go.

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Becoming empty is a process.

Filling up can take just a few minutes if the calories are right.

That's a human thing.

But Castiel knows about those.

Darkness turns so suddenly to light that it feels like he might vomit.

Utter, torturous quiet becomes loud – not with screams or crashes, but with white noise. It's been so long without white noise. The sound of generators should be faint – Castiel knows they are not anywhere near this room – but to him they roar. He nearly weeps. It's so good to sense, but so harsh.

Angels have more than five senses.

The Empty, of course, allows for none.

Suddenly, all of Castiel's are back at once and he wants to crawl under his bed as much as he wants to rejoice.

His bed – yes, it's really here. Or rather, he's really here.

The bunker.

He's not really sure if his arrival made a sound, what with all the overwhelm, but it doesn't matter. He knows it's only a matter of time, and sure enough, footsteps are pounding down the hall. They are so lound.

They are so familiar.

Castiel kind of wants to claw his vessel's ears off.

But also,

His heart beats fast and everything in him warms.

It's been a long time since he was warm.

Tears spill over before the steps even reach his door, and they reach it fast. It's all so much, the anticipation a thousand fold. He has never felt this intensely, not even as a human. He supposes total deprivation will do that to you. The tears are a nuisance. He wills them to stop.

Of course, thankfully, unquestionably—

It's Dean that enters. He doesn't knock.

The door flings open and slams against the wall, and Dean is on him almost as fast as Castiel could have been on Dean, if he'd tried.

Dean. Right there, in his face. So up close and personal that Castiel has to wonder who taught who about personal space. Such a long time ago and also just a blink away.

(This life, since the rescue in Hell, has felt quite long in comparison to other 10, 100, 10 thousand year periods. Every moment has stretched on and on. Not in a negative way, as humans might describe time crawling. Long like deliberate, like important, like precious, despite the pain.)

"Tell me it's really you," Dean pleads, and it brings Castiel back into his body. Many humans mean that figuratively, but Castiel means it literally. He had begun to float away. Everything is so— he could do with a wider scope.

But no. Not with Dean here. His focus narrows, pinpoints green eyes. Green like a forest floor in early September. He knows he must be biased but he is familiar with every language on earth and thinks they all fall short to describe this green.

He says: "Hello, Dean."

And then, when Dean doesn't move, because one hand of his is over his gun and the other is extended halfway out to Castiel and he's been frozen like that for a good moment—

"I believe it's really me."

He does. He feels like himself. He doesn't know how it happened. He pats himself down like maybe it is a trick after all.

Could he be dreaming?

He hasn't dreamt since he was a human.

And those dreams, well. The quality was much different. Dean was often there, but his breath never felt so hot against Castiel's face in a dream.

He's so close.

Castiel thinks, I told him I loved him, doesn't even have the time to flinch at the thought before Dean is pushing him up against the bedroom wall.

He could resist if he wanted to. He always could have resisted.

"You stupid self-sacrificing son of a bitch, Cas," Dean yells, somehow loud and soft at the same time, like a rain storm. Wildly, he uses one hand to wipe the wet from beneath Castiel's eyelashes. Those forest floor eyes roam his face accusingly, adoringly. It's so much to take in.

How can he reconcile the complete and utter darkness, nothingness, emptiness, that existed just two minutes ago—

With everything?

Because this is everything.

Every one of his senses is alight

Dean's hot breath Dean's forearm pressed against his collarbone Dean's eyes Dean's smell Dean's soul Dean's vastness. Dean. He can taste him through his vessel's pores. Everything is Dean, all in place of nothing.

He thinks maybe he's let the moment extend too long. He breathes unnecessarily just to take Dean's scent deeper.

"Did you fucking hear me?" Dean looks bewildered. He looks hopeful and angry and faithless and beautiful.

Castiel says: "Yes. You're very loud."

"I'm very—" Dean splutters. "I'm very loud? That's what you have to say to me right now? You fucking— you fucking died, Cas. I told you not to get dead again, I told you. And you went and did it, what, because you think you've got a— some kind of unrequited crush?" Dean is fury and spit and anguish. Castiel can feel it all on his skin and all through the room. He rises to it: breaks Dean's hold on him, flips their positions. He has him up against the wall now, a hand on Dean's throat but it's featherlight. He feels his pulse. It's hammering away.

"If you must diminish my love for you to a 'crush' so you can comprehend it, so it can be dismissed, then so be it. But make no mistake, Dean. I would sooner steal your soul and carry it with me all my days before I ever let you die. Before I ever had to live without you, now that I know what it is to live with you. 'I love you' doesn't begin to describe the way you are the universe, the way it would stop if you did."

Dean's breath is shallower. He's closer. Castiel could lean in just so and brush his nose against Dean's freckles.

"How are you back," Dean breathes, and it's more a demand than a question, and it's more a caress than a demand.

"I don't know," is Castiel's honest answer. He knows he should expect holy water, a silver blade, but he doesnt, because Dean always believes him.

He'll prove it anyways — Dean has no visible injuries right now but Cas presses his palm to his chest and emits healing. Wounds or no wounds, Dean should be able to feel it. To recognize it.

Dean buckles, pants.

"Jesus, Cas. Warn a guy."

But he doesn't look displeased. Castiel smiles.

"Dean."

It's a sentence all on it's own, full and complete. It has its own taste, and it's not molecules.

Castiel thinks Dean may have gotten lost. His lips are parted, his eyes are on his but they're unfocused. His hands are on his arms, somehow. Castiel doesn't know when that happened. He should — his power feels fully charged. But he can't catalogue everything in this moment quickly enough to keep up. Senses still sluggish from Empty.

Dean finds himself. "Cas," he says. "Don't— don't ever fucking do that again."

Castiel juts his chin out. Meets Dean's eyes, those greenbrowngold autumn eyes. Defiant.

"Why not," he asks, because he needs to know, once and for all. He died for this. He was prepared to never see these eyes again. He can face that same chance now. It would be destructive, but he is a soldier. He is one thousand feet tall. Rejection is a small thing, a tolerable thing, he tells himself.

His vessel's heartbeat picks up. A lump forms in his throat and his tongue dries. Rejection might ruin him.

"Because you can have me, you—you feathered fuck. I want you to—please have me. Keep me. I love—you gotta know I love you too."

It takes a moment to sink in. And then—

Castiel feels every single thousand feet of himself. Joy and exaltation rocket through him and he didn't know. He didn't know it could feel like this. He feels uncontrollable, his power vibrating through his vessel and beyond it. The Empty does not come and he could weep again. Nothing bad happens.

Well—depending on the definition of bad. It's not the best decision in the world to fly immediately to the top of his favourite mountain in Nepal, Dean still clinging to him, but it wasn't so much a decision as it was a result. He hurriedly pulls the necessary oxygen around Dean so he can breathe at the altitude and emits enough warmth to keep him from hypothermia.

Still, the green of Dean's eyes spreads to his face and Castiel says "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

Dean laughs dazedly.

Castiel starts again. "Dean I—" and then "Please, can I—" and every one of Castiel's 247 eyes are on Dean's lips.

"God yeah Cas," Dean breathes, and that hot breath is still everything in the frigid mountain air. It's all everything because all he's had for so long is nothing and if Cas had come back to earth a thousand miles from Dean his senses woud still have been overwhelmed by Dean. He could feel Dean anywhere. See him in a storm, in a fern, in a river.

He kisses him and it's like a storm, a fern, a river.

It's nature and its harsh and soft and glowing and crushing and

Everything.

The mountain disappears. Castiel takes Dean Winchester to bed.

Between sighs and groans and pleas Dean says:

"Never again Cas"

And

"Don't you ever"

And

"I looked for you"

And he says

"I'm sorry I failed."

Castiel kisses him quiet after that one, with a hand on his face, rocking into him in a way that makes him wonder about the human drug ecstacy. Surely it has nothing on this.

He says "Shhh. Maybe you didn't."

And then, Dean's sweat under his chest and breath he doesn't need coming quick:

"I don't—Dean I don't think I will ever be strong enough to let this end."

Dean laughs and says "Well, sweetheart, it's almost over on my end," and then it is. He spills over his own fist and onto Castiel's stomach and it's warm and Castiel loves this too.

He rolls his eyes though, because "You know what I meant." He's still going, so close.

And Dean grabs his face and stares with those eyes of his and says "I told you to keep me, didn't I? 'm not used to staying dead anyways."

When all is said and done in the long life of Dean Winchester, Castiel gathers his soul, and flies.

[ipromiseimlying-blog1]

The Soul Burns Brighter Than The Sun

284,680 Words

Relevant Tags:

If I confessed my love for someone and they Said Nothing I would be very nervous to see them again, Post Season/Series 15, Canon Divergence, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel grows a soul after the Love Confession, Castiel back from The Empty, Idiots in Love, Castiel and Dean need to use their words, and fuck probably, we'll get there eventually, slow burn, Background Sam/Eileen, Season 16 Supernatural.

Summary:

Cas unwillingly comes back from The Empty and purposefully avoids Dean, not willing to face him after his blatant rejection in the dungeon. Meanwhile, Dean is figuring out what he should do about the whole Love Confession Thing when they learn that Cas's accidental jailbreak broke The Empty, letting out most of its occupants. Now that every villain they have ever fought is back, Team Free Will 3.0 has their work cut out for them. Welcome to Season 16.

Sneak Peak:

They peel out of the garage and Dean floors it on US-40 West. A month, is all Dean can think about. Cas has been back for a whole month. 

For the past six-ish months, Dean’s been trudging through his life, barely getting out of bed each day, nearly letting himself get dead by a gang of pussy-ass vampires in masks. Every damn word of Cas’s cute little speech playing on repeat every time Dean closed his eyes. Every time he tries to sleep its dark, and the black goo swallows him up. It’s in his lungs, his nose, he can’t fucking see. 

"You are the most selfless, most loving human being I will ever know."

And Cas is the most selfish son of a bitch Dean’s ever known. 

He fumes, his foot pressing the pedal down. He’ll show Cas loving. Dean’s gonna rip him apart. 

Sam tries to talk to him. “Why do you think he didn’t tell us he was back?” He asks. He’s got the whole kicked puppy thing going on, and Dean’s chest breaks a little. It’s one thing for Cas to do this to Dean. The two of them have always been at each other’s throats. Profound Bond and everything, but to do this to Sam? Arguably Cas’s other best friend? It’s not like the dude’s rolling in the popularity department, so to die and come back, and not tell your two best friends? That’s a new kind of fucked up that makes Dean sick. 

And the kicker is, Dean can come up with a guess or two about why Cas didn’t tell them. He’s got the full story, while Sam’s got the whole “He sacrificed himself for me,” PG-13 explanation with absolutely nothing else. Sure, there’s the bloody handprint on the green jacket. It’s still in Dean’s closet because Dean can’t bring himself to wash it, and he can’t ask Sam to do it since that would require talking, so it just sits there, Cas’s blood dark and flaking. 

So yeah, Dean can guess that maybe it has something to do with Cas’s whole “I love you, goodbye” speech, but if you leave the world with that much to say, just to come back and give them the silent treatment? It’s fucked up. 

So Dean grunts in response to Sam’s question. What else is he gonna do?

Sam’s leg bounces with anxiety. “Do you think he’s okay?”

Dean’s lip curls. “I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s okay or not. I’m going to kill him.”

[sunflowerromcom]

A Safe Place to Leave Your Heart - Chapter Three

“He frowns at his phone, feeling that urge to call her but not wanting to push her any more than he already has. While she’s been texting him back, every time he’s tried to call since he’s been getting her voicemail. He’s a little worried. She insists she’s fine, she’s just been terribly busy, and he gets that, he does… he just misses seeing her and hearing her voice.”

[tomoyorecs]

you are spring

Author: Wildehack (tyleet)

Rating: M

Word Count: 20,100

Summary: “You’re not bad,” Kelly says, shocked. “You could never be bad.”

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Jack shakes his head hard, squeezing the pillow hard. “You don’t know,” he whispers. “Sam and Dean know.”

God makes a wish. His parents work some things out.

Commentary: One of my favorites ever.

Divergences from canon on 15x20, with Jack going back to life with Kelly and Cas because being God is weighting on him. At the same time, we see Dean and Sam struggling with their baggage and loses.

The POVs flow from Kelly to Dean, connecting them through their stories of confusion, family and love. And through Jack.

The fanfic is written beautifully! The characters are very much in character - in their actions, thoughts and feelings.

Kelly’s and Dean’s relationship with Jack are the main focus, but we also see Cas and Jack, Dean and Sam, Dean and Cas, Sam and Eileen…

The way the author created new God lore and the way they describe the scenes with Jack is so so so good.

Highly recommend it.

[abominable-space-they]

The Alchemical Weight of the Sun Patrol

DCU Doom Patrol Finale Fix it

oneshot

Larry/Rama

Found family

Everybody lives

[deaneverafter]

And a Million More

By Anastasie Denholm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Everlie (Chevalier) Winchester (OFC)

Summary: Approximately ten years later... or, Dean looks back on his life since retiring from the family business, as his 50th birthday approaches.

Part Two of In a Million Memories (this story can be read on its own as a fluffy one shot, as well)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and some more fluff, with a side of minor angst, lots of feelings

Length: 6k words

Notes: This fills the "Anniversary" square for @jacklesversebingo!

Cover photo credits: x, x

Thank you to @deanwinchesterswitch for reviewing it and providing feedback that made it so much better! @deans-spinster-witch and @phoenixwritesfanfiction, thank for reading it first and your thoughts!

All rights to the characters and Supernatural belong to the original writers, but the original characters and this story is something I've worked on, and I ask that this story please not be saved and/or copied to any other places or sites.

[cafedestiel]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester (background) Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Fix-It, The story that should have been told, begins at the end of 15x19 Summary:

“Nothing human can exist in the Empty,” Jack replied, shaking his head. “It would just - spit you back out, and probably kill you in the process.”

“Then -” Dean pulled in a deep breath. Made his choice. “Then make me not human.”

[payphoneangel]

The Epilogue is Here!

Castiel is resurrected from The Empty. While Dean is recovering from casting the spell that brought him back, Cas checks his voicemail.

Turns out, they both just might be able to say what it is they want.

[i-am-the-queen-of-trash]

im a simple person, I just want more long af Destiel finale fix-its to obsess over. am I really asking too much?

[hellertoni]

If You Want Love

Hunter With A Shotgun

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[rennerator]

LOVE LOVE LOVE And I am IN TEARS AGAIN!!!!! S2 Thank YOU SO F* MUCH for this!!!!! They BELONG!!! They LOVE EACH OTHER!!!! Wow... This is SOOO BEAUTIFUL!!!! AWWWW THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THIS FIX-IT!!!! YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLE!!!!! :D <3

I finally felt okay enough to draw something for the finale. 

I post comic pages early on my Patreon. :)

Commissions / Patreon / Etsy 💙💚

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Rowena MacLeod Additional Tags: Not Finale Compliant, Fix-It, Implied Castiel/Dean Winchester Summary:

A concept for the Supernatural finale that never was.

[tomoyorecs]

The Shape of Things to Come

Title: The Shape of Things to Come

Author: spiderglass

Rating: M

Word Count: 61,953

Summary: It almost feels like, if Dean went to sleep right now, he could get it back. Like he would slip right back into the dream, and it would pick up where it left off. But Dean doesn’t even want to, now that he can see that world for what it is: a cheap hallucination, poking at all his weaknesses, going right for the soft underbelly Dean never shows.

All that work. All that work Dean had done over the past few weeks, trying to numb himself and act like he’d forgotten about it. And now it feels like the Empty took Cas all of five minutes ago, all over again.

Or,

A post-15x19, forty one year-old Dean gets a taste of what twenty seven year-old Dean went through in 2x20, “What Is and What Should Never Be,” and sees how the shape of his own happiness has changed. Then life goes on, same as it ever was—except for the dreams he starts having at all hours of the day, and a familiar voice that's starting to sound a little too real.

Commentary: You don't have to go to far into this blog to know I'm a sucker for finale fix-its. It's my favorite trope! This story has everything I look for - Dean and Sam having conversations, hunting, Dean being really sad, Empty rescue, getting together and a soft little epilogue. Seems simple, and it is - we don't need huge stories to have huge feelings.

This story is so well written, so nice! As the summary says, we start in a Djinn dreams, which is super well written and makes sense with the show's lore. Dean notices something is weird, but is so happy with the life he is living and the Djinn is so strong that he wants it to be real. In the dream, he realizes he can't deny what he feels for Castiel - Dean is in love with him.

The we go on to follow Sam and Dean for a bit, and Dean is so so tired. That's when weird things start happening and there's hope they'll get to see Cas again.

Everything here happens for a reason. The Djinn dream isn't here just so Dean could think about Cas, but also has a huge role in the rescue plot. The author did such a great job with tying up this story!

The expansion of Djinn and Empty lore is amazingly done.

Very well written, in character and made with care and love.

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[deanisthegayuncle]

Omg okay so tbh this is one of my favourite fics I’ve ever written? I just had a lot of fun writing it and it really turned out the way I wanted it to. Give it a read if you like:

- 15x19/15x20 fixits

- Casifer

- Jack being a sweet overpowered bb

- ambiguous endings!

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3