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beautysurvives · 1 month ago

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okay i started this free to be you and me fic but hit a wall once dean started mentally comparing sex with cas to sex with anna lmao

anywayssss pls enjoy what i managed to get out sorry nobody orgasms at the end but sometimes that's life? working title is

Crash Test Dummy

Dean parked them somewhere half between the den of iniquity and the old abandoned house. Cas could’ve told you exactly where they were on Earth down to the smallest decimal, if only there weren’t so many distractions.

When he was brought back to life — spontaneously reassembled in the same room he’d died in, in the house of the prophet Chuck Shurley — he felt different. That might have been due, he’d reasoned privately, to the sudden and pronounced absence of Jimmy Novak’s soul.

No other living angel (if you can call being an angel living) had ever experienced what he had. No other angel walked the earth without a human soul inside them.

But, sitting next to Dean, the difference was, almost, unnoticeable — on account of those aforementioned distractions.

Jimmy, too, had been very distracting at times.

Dean was much the same. His emotions were powerful and overwhelming, washing over Cas and filling up the Impala. It seemed like they both might drown inside the thing. Why God made man to be this way — to suffer endlessly. It made no sense at all. Nothing did.

Of course, everything was Lucifer’s fault, and Gadreel’s fault and Abner’s fault, and all the corrupt angels who corrupted man along the way. And Adam & Eve weren’t so different, after all, from Sam Winchester. But Dean?

Dean was good at hiding his emotions, for a human. Cas had never learned how — never knew that there were emotions in him worth hiding.

But he was learning, slowly. By watching Dean.

For example, when Dean parked the car and turned to him with a smile, glancing away only to adjust the heat, then raise the volume on the tape he’d popped in earlier that day (Cas could’ve done all of that without thinking, by the way, but Dean was showing off) he was concealing what Cas recognized as fear.

Performing joviality — which, really, wasn’t too far from the truth. But he was performing, also, an absence of fear.

He said, “So, Cas. Give me the rundown,” raising his brows expectantly, like Cas should’ve known what he meant and was already failing some test — something which determined how Dean would approach him from then on. “Chastity? Seemed like a pro. Maybe I’ll take some notes from her handbook. I’m sure she put some moves on you before you pissed her off.”

Cas furrowed his brows slightly. “I’m assuming you mean… sex… moves?”

Dean, who’d been watching him with intense focus, laughed under his breath, not even sidetracked by Cas’s awkwardness. On another night, he would have rolled his eyes or walked away. But there was nowhere to go without leaving the car.

This time, it seemed to pull him in even more. The awkward thing about Cas. The angel felt something change — some third passenger in the vehicle with them. Something unidentifiable sitting in the space between Dean’s door and the one that Dean wanted him to use.

His eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, “Yeah, Cas. That’s what I mean.” He opened his eyes and shifted a little closer — and Cas was more aware of his own vessel than he’d ever been.

“See, myself, I’ve never been with a ‘woman of the night.’” Dean chuckled at his own choice of words, throwing his arm around the back of the bench. “Not really my style.” Dean had been with a few — they just didn’t make him pay.

“So,” he continued, his voice dropping to a volume any human would have to come close to hear, his eyes scanning Cas’s face, “I got no idea what actually went down in there. But. I can guess…”

He stroked the leather near Cas’s head. “I’m guessing she… asked you what you wanted to do, and when you couldn’t come up with anything, she figured she’d stick to the basics… Am I close?”

Cas took a deep breath — he didn’t need to breathe, before. “That’s… more or less how things started, yes.”

Dean bit his lip. Nodded. “Maybe she, uh, started touching you… I’m guessing…” Dean laid his other hand gently on Cas’s bicep, slid it down slowly until he reached Cas’s hand, and held it. “Like this.”

The action made Cas aware, suddenly, of his clothes — Jimmy wore a lot of layers that night — and the difference in sensation between his arm and fingers. Underneath the layers and without them.

Dean’s hand was soft — Cas had taken care, when putting him back together, to make Dean what he would have been if he’d never held a weapon. That, Cas knew by now, was never part of the mission.

The mission, Uriel pointed out once, when he was no longer Castiel’s subordinate and had a right to speak to him as freely as he always had, was only to raise Dean and resurrect him. And it was only Castiel’s mission because it wasn’t anyone else’s, and because Castiel was good at going to horrible places and doing horrible things. He was under no obligation to return to Dean with a vessel — but Dean had demanded an audience. And of course, Cas wanted to be seen.

He could have — should have — been anonymous about the whole affair. Instead he’d signed his name. Graffitied the Michael Sword.

Not many of the other angels questioned him on that — it hadn’t occurred to them to ask. It was clearly Heaven’s mark, not his. Dean was God’s chosen, not his. It was right to let him know that he was clean, right to let him know that he’d been claimed. That his life was no longer his own.

It didn’t have to be more or less than that, as long as nobody asked. But Uriel liked getting to the heart of things, and now he was dead. There had to be some reason for it all.

Dean took Cas’s hand and put it on his hip, letting the natural fall of their bodies draw them together. Cas could almost feel his own heartbeat quickening.

Castiel, his brothers said, was confused. Human emotions came from a dialogue between body and soul — angels had neither. The only emotions an angel should have felt were pure goodness and incorruptible devotion to God.

As celestial beings, they transcended body and boundary. Escaped definition. A human vessel couldn’t make you confused; operating a faulty car radio couldn’t turn you into static. Castiel was imagining that he was what he was not.

That the sickness persisted was a sign of something — angels were not supposed to have fates or destinies, ushered in by a procession of symbols and omens. Angels were supposed to be eternal. Untouched. The ones who weren’t were the ones who fell, like Anna. Like Lucifer. They were simply evil. They belonged in the pit.

Of course, reality was more complex; it had taken all of this for him to understand.

Cas felt the squeeze of Dean’s hand over his own. “Hey…” Dean called him quietly, close enough now that his breath touched Cas’s lips. He licked his own. “I think you’re, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Messing with the music.”

“Oh.” Even though he noticed it, he couldn’t stop.

But Dean smiled. He was thinking of jokes, but couldn’t settle on one. His voice was strained as he asked, “Did she do anything else?” He was wondering if Cas could make the whole car shake without either of them taking off their clothes.

Castiel nodded. Dean wanted so badly for the angel to kiss him, but prostitutes don’t.

So Cas put his hand over Dean’s lap and said what Chastity said before he pissed her off.

“Is this what you want me to do?”

Dean looked at him, wide eyed, frightened. Cas wasn’t even touching him yet. “That’s…” Dean chuckled. His mouth was dry. What could he say? Forward? Unexpected?

He settled on, “That’s fast.” But fast was all either of them had. Cas was most likely going to die in a day. Fast was all Dean was prepared for.

Still, he brought his hand to the back of Cas’s neck, hoping that that would be enough to move him. He parted his lips, ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of Cas’s neck, and the angel surged forward to grope at his crotch. Dean looked down, gasping. “Ah.” Chastity and what little pretense she provided were long gone. He wouldn’t say her name again.

Clumsy fingers gripped harder at Cas’s neck, but he didn’t budge. A statue, after all. Couldn’t be moved unless he wanted to. Dean met his far off gaze and choked out a quiet, “Please.” He didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but there it was.

So Cas got to work moving his hand against the front of his jeans. Maybe the virgin stuff was only an act. Maybe he’d insulted her on purpose just so he could come back to Dean. Maybe he knew everything that was going to happen before it happened, and Dean was only a toy that he was anxious to retire. Maybe being a toy turned him on. Maybe that was all he’d ever been.

But when he met Cas’s eyes again, they weren’t studying him with the alien indifference he remembered. The man before him was neither a puppet, nor a blowup doll — nor a nameless faceless hookup in a grimy bathroom. He was not a walking corpse for Dean to thrust his knife into. Not a pile of bones to burn. Not dead in any sense of the word.

Cas’s head was tilted, his lips moving silently, nervously, without his awareness. He was focused on doing a good job for Dean. He reminded Dean of himself the night he lost it.

So Dean said what he wished he’d heard, “Yeah, Cas. That’s good. Like that.” He shifted to tangle their legs, relishing the sound of Cas’s shallow breaths. He ventured to ask, “Are you…uh…”

Turned on? Did Cas even know what that meant? Dean decided, impulsively, to check for himself.

Cas’s hand froze; he let out a small strangled cry. The Impala rattled with the force of his angelic arousal, and Dean realized, slowly, that he was big.

“Damn.”

“What?” Cas asked quickly. Dean rolled his hips impatiently under the burning weight of Cas’s touch, desperate to keep things moving but unsure where to go.

Suddenly, they were in Baby’s backseat, with Dean straddling him. Cas as an anchor, hands flying to either side of his waist.

Off Dean’s confused look, he explained, “I sensed a need for more room.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, tell me about it…” Then he sighed. “I thought I told you to quit zapping me, dude.”

“It’s easier.” Underneath that, there might’ve been an apology. Dean took it, and Cas started to loosen his grip.

Dean wanted to keep giving him a hard time — was it really that much work to open up a door and walk? But Cas looked too cute — too easy to forgive — like this, his head tipped back over the bench’s edge, neck exposed, and gazing up at Dean with a look approaching reverence. Nobody looked at Dean like that.

He felt an urge to hold Cas’s face, stroke his thumb along his cheek. But that was a doomed path. “So you like your hookers on top, huh?”

He shivered as Cas looked him up and down. It was as good as being touched, and that was bad. “…Are you my hooker in this scenario?”

Dean’s mouth opened and closed dumbly for a bit before he answered. “H-Hell yeah.” He laughed nervously again — he wanted to be suave.

“Uh… Problem though. Our good pal, uh, Jimmy is, um, packing some serious heat and I’m not… um.” Cas looked completely lost. “God… Your dick is too big, okay? Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Is that something I’m supposed to be proud of?” he asked, genuinely clueless.

“Uuuh… No. Some people say size isn’t all that matters — it’s what you do with what you have. I’m inclined to agree.” He found himself momentarily lost in Cas’s eyes, and thought he wouldn’t mind just blowing him and then begging him to live past tomorrow.

“Well Cas… I said I wouldn’t let you die a virgin… Do you, uh, want me to go through with it…”

“I thought that was what we were doing.”

Dean hesitated. Something about asking an angel point blank if he could bottom — it was naughty. Naughtier than what he did with Anna, because she was already fallen. Cas still had his grace, and some small shred of purity that he might want to hold on to.

There were steps to this. The right steps. Put down a blanket, find the right music, make grabbing for lube and a condom a romantic gesture. But Cas skipped a step by zapping them back here. Cas was still a miracle. One way or another, he was going to disappear.

Fuck it. Dean kissed him, pressed their lips together hard, ran his fingers through that messy hair of his and ran the other hand rough down his chest.

It didn’t take Cas long to figure out how to kiss him back. Soon, he was squeezing Dean’s ass, groping his hips, pinching the back of his thigh through his jeans. Dean wasn’t surprised to find that he liked where it hurt, how the pain sent him forward, like a horse. That he wanted to feel more and nothing and for there to be a light at the end of the tunnel.

He pulled away, but didn’t give himself much time to enjoy the stunned look on Cas’s face, or the flush and swell of his lips. He pulled off his flannel and his shirt while Cas reached for him. He pulled the angel’s hair and tipped his head back more, so that his mouth opened instinctively, so that Dean could lick his tongue. It was a normal human tongue. Castiel tasted like a normal human man. None of this was untread ground. Cas wouldn’t smite him as soon as they were done. He was never that kind of guy.

He gasped when his neck was kissed. Rocked along with Baby, with the movement of Dean’s hips. His cock pressed itself into Dean’s ass through their layers. The seat bent under them to take their combined weight. Dean thought he could probably get himself off just like that. But this was supposed to be about showing Cas a good time for the first time.

His hand came to rest on Dean’s shoulder, and they both stopped moving. Flashbacks, for Dean, to Anna over him.

For Cas it was something older. Something Dean recognized immediately in his eyes.

“Don’t read my mind,” Dean warned. “Your last night on Earth is supposed to be about having fun, okay?”

He told him to take off the trench coat and lay on top of it. To leave the radio alone so he could show him Led Zeppelin even though he’d been showing him Led Zeppelin all day. He got the condom and the lube out from under the gun. And he told him to put his hands under his ass and just let Dean show him how it’s done.

He watched Dean pull his pants down. Watched his dick, half erect and slightly bobbing toward the light. Watched Dean stroke himself, and the look on his face as he did it. Watched him slide into the latex sheath and say, “This probably seems a little familiar, huh?” Castiel didn’t answer.

Dean said to himself, for Cas to see, “Look at me, I’m talking to an angel. For all I know my dick’s gonna fall off as soon as I… y’know.” But he didn’t know anything, and he didn’t know how bad Dean wanted to ride him. And Dean wasn’t gonna say.

Dean was the Michael Sword. As long as he kept running from the angels — and as long as Sam held up his end — there was a small and awful chance he’d live forever until, just maybe, the angels packed their bags.

But Cas… it was like looking at himself two years back. One way ticket to an early grave, no returns. For now — for the first time in his entire pointless life — Dean Winchester was gonna go wherever the Hell he wanted for as long he could.

Cas’s ass was, surprisingly, like his chest. Smooth and almost hairless. The revelation prompted Dean to ask, looking up from between the angel’s bare legs, “Was Jimmy getting a little backdoor action behind his lady’s back? Because… the level of maintenance…” Dean whistled and gave Cas the Okay sign with his hand. “I think he waxed before he uh, let you in.”

Cas looked back at him inquisitively, then seemed to give it thought. “Um…” In the barely there light of a nearby streetlamp, Cas’s cheeks were red, his lashes lowered.

“Don’t tell me…” Dean said. “You used to watch what he got up to behind closed doors?”

“Well…” He swallowed. “In Heaven… we watch over, um, most… human affairs, but…”

“You sick son of a bitch,” Dean said with glee. “Well… Good thing for you, I’m no better — well.” He’d never intentionally watched people fuck without them knowing about it. But he’d done plenty of other stuff. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

He wrapped his legs around Dean’s shoulders while he ate him out, his erection pressed against Dean’s forehead. Cas made small sounds, like he was terrified of being heard. So Dean did everything he could to make him scream.

He didn’t. What he did do was tighten his hold on him, like a boa constrictor around Dean’s neck getting more and more vicelike the deeper he went. His hand gripped Dean’s hair, but there was nothing much to pull. Again, the music went fuzzy, and Dean had to pause to say, “Cas, if you hurt my car, so help me…”

Dean felt something release. Cas sighed — the single street lamp went out. Dean chuckled in the dark and asked him if he was enjoying himself.

“Um…” came his gravelly voice. “Yes. Can you keep going?”

So Dean showed him how much good a human tongue can do, what it feels like to be swallowed whole by a professional.

He could feel Cas tensing up, holding back. At least he had good endurance. So did his sister.

#spn fic #destiel #destiel fic #destiel smut #spn 5x03 #free to be you and me #mine #deancas

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framnie · 1 month ago

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Hey, would anyone be interested in a SPN rp? I will be listing my muses and the ships I’m interested in doing but I’m up for suggestions. I do gxg, bxb, and gxb. I’m a sucker for crack ships. These lists are not in any specific order. I enjoy romantic and platonic ships. I’m fine with OC’s as long as it’s for BxB and GxG.

-Muses-

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Gabriel

-Crowley

-Jack Kline

-Garth Fitzgerald IV

-Adam Milligan

-Balthazar

-Gadreel

-Ruby

-Jo Harvelle

-Meg Masters

-Rowena MacLeod

-Charlie Bradbury

-Bela Talbot

-Mary Winchester

-Amara

-Eileen Leahy

-Claire Novak

-Jessica Moore

-Donna Hanscum

-Ships-

-Dean Winchester x Castiel

-Sam Winchester x Castiel

-Sam Winchester x Gabriel

-Dean Winchester x Gabriel

-Castiel x Gabriel

-Castiel x Crowley

-Dean Winchester x Crowley

-Adam Milligan x Michael

-Garth Fitzgerald IV x Benny Lafitte

-Castiel x Anna Milton

-Castiel x Meg Masters

-Castiel x Hannah

-Castiel x Kelly Kline

-Dean Winchester x Anna Milton

-Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

-Dean Winchester x Meg Masters

-Dean Winchester x Bela Talbot

-Dean Winchester x Amara

-Dean Winchester x Ruby

-Sam Winchester x Ruby

-Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod

-Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

-Sam Winchester x Bela Talbot

-Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

-Gabriel x Rowena MacLeod

-Ruby x Anna Milton

-Bela Talbot x Jo Harvelle

-Bela Talbot x Meg Masters

-Bela Talbot x Ruby

-Charlie Bradbury x Gilda

-Charlie Bradbury x Ruby

-Charlie Bradbury x Rowena MacLeod

-Charlie Bradbury x Jo Harvelle

-Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves

-Hannah x Charlie Bradbury

-Hannah x Abaddon

-Hannah x Anna

-Jo Harvelle x Anna Milton

-Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills

-Jo Harvelle x Meg Masters

-Meg Masters x Ruby

-Ruby x Anael

-Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

-Mary Winchester & Sam Winchester

-Mary Winchester & Dean Winchester

-Jack Kline & Castiel

-Jack Kline & Dean Winchester

-Jack Kline & Sam Winchester

-Jack Kline & Claire Novak

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fallingrealms16 · 1 year ago

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Destiel Fic Recs Part 2 <333

heheh part 2 <33333 I couldn't fit these in part 1

Sounds of Someday by AlucardsBiddies

36K Words // Chapters: 13/16 // 6K Hits // UNCOMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

"His relationship with Cas is complicated. Dean doesn't know if he can fix what’s broken between them. But he sure as hell can fix the roof of the cabin so it doesn't cave when the first snowfalls.” ------------------------------------------- Dean’s world has crumbled around him. Learning God's responsible for every awful thing in his life is hitting him hard and worst of all he pushed the person he loves most away. Determined to fix them, Dean tracks Cas down to Rufus's old cabin hoping to repair it and their relationship along the way.

Living Broken Adjacent by LittleAngelCassie

135K Words // Chapters: 41/41 // 27K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Hunt/Capture/Celebrate/Repeat. Dean Winchester’s world in four words: simple with no fuss. He’s not had a single, life-altering moment in the 13 years since he joined his dad as a professional bounty hunter. Why fix what’s not broken? That is, until everything around Dean comes to a screeching halt, leaving him alone in new surroundings. Suddenly, Dean’s forced to live in his own version of the Cuckoo’s Nest with the biter, the licker, and the joker. Where angels abound, and his roommate’s haunting blue eyes make him wonder about all his past choices. He’s got this no problem, right? WRONG! Who knew laughter and love could be found within the dull, institutional walls of a psychiatric hospital, teaching Dean that no one is ever truly broken, but sometimes you simply find yourself lost and stumbling through a life where you are living …broken adjacent.

Empty Spaces by thisisapaige

48K Words // Chapters: 20/20 // 5K Hits // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

[Castiel] found the colour. It was a green, one of the few gentle colours at the edges of his dreams and the one he tried to capture in his paintings, never quite finding the right hue. He spent so long chasing the colours, trying to find it though pills and needles, but they always evaded his grasp. Yet he found one, right here, hiding in the eyes of a stranger. He studied the colour, the subtle differences between dark and light, the little flecks of gold nearly hidden in the sea of green, the ring around the outside. He studied it, trying to commit the colour to memory. The other man cleared his throat. “Uh, dude?” Oh. Castiel forgot the colour was attached to a person. ~~~ What if Castiel had fallen before the start of the series and met Dean on a routine hunt? Set in the spring before Dean goes to find Sam in Stanford. Intended as a three part series.

Breathe In | Breathe Out by Elizabeth1985

222K Words // Chapters: 38/38 // 17K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Guilt-stricken, Dean finds himself wasted on the asphalt behind a club with Gadreel’s trail gone cold. In what he believed was his lowest moment, Castiel came and picked him up, giving him hope for a future. But it’s all taken from him; everything he was gets twisted. The very soul of him being corrupted. Castiel has seen the ages of the world, the tragedies that would cripple the strongest men. But this? It changes everything. Mending Dean’s mind and soul should be his only priority and yet, that too, is stolen from him.

Starstruck by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim)

203K Words // Chapters: 50/50 // 223K hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

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.

Fools Rush In by sysrae

132K Words // Chapters: 35/35 // 40K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

''I'm sorry,' he said. The words came out in a gulp. He stumbled backwards, knocking over a pile of books and for once not caring, stopping only when he hit his desk. 'I shouldn't – I shouldn't have done that.' 'The hell you shouldn't,' Dean panted, touching two fingers against his mouth. It wasn't until he stared at their tips, his expression almost wondering, that Cas realised he was looking for blood – that he must have actually bitten him. Lust, and embarrassment, burned in him like fire. He gripped the edge of the desk and levered himself behind it, falling into his chair before his legs could give out. Had he ever kissed anyone like that? Had anyone ever kissed him like that? And why, of all people, did Dean Winchester have to be the one to make him wonder?'

Fools Rush In is a Destiel AU, complete with loan shark Crowley, cults, FBI politicking, and All The Angst Forever. Plus and also: smut.

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untilpr0ven · 6 months ago

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Post Introduction!

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About Me

• I am transgender and Omnisexual !

• I go by Rory, and my pronouns are he/him !

• My age will not be disclosed !

• I am Hellenistic !

• I am NEW to writing, so be easy with me when it comes to requests !

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About my Posts

• Right now I will only write for Supernatural !

• I write oneshots, headcannons, very short fanfiction, answer questions, rate ships, give opinions, etc !

• I will take requests !

• I will probably not be an active poster (I'm sorry 🫣) !

Things I will write

Angst

Fluff

Smut/Lemon (MAYBE)

Hurt/Comfort

Platonic relationships

Romantic relationships

Familial relationships

M4M

F4F

Polyamorous

Rare ships

Things I will not write (non-negotiable)

Inc3st

Abu$e

Ped0philia

M4F (unless platonic)

Cheating

De@th

Dead Dove

Self insert

Any type of proshipping

R@pe

S3xual assault

Characters I will write for

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Adam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Jessica Moore

Bobby Singer

Rufus Turner

Charlie Bradbury

Jody Mills

Claire Novak

Jimmy Novak

Meg Masters

Kevin Tran

Crowley

Rowena

Ellen Harvelle

Jo Harvelle

Jack Kline

Benny Lafitte

Garth Fitzgerald

Gadreel

Characters I will not write for

Lucifer

Ruby

Becky Rosen

Alistair

Azazel

Bela Talbot

Metatron

Gordon Walker

Zachariah

Samuel Campbell

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Cain

Lilith

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Thank you for reading, and I hope you will be kind enough to send in a request! ♡

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #fanfic #sam Winchester is hot #i need him #lucifer spn #spn family #x reader

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shallowseeker · 7 months ago

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There are a lot of nervous breakdowns in SPN that are very tied up with delayed grief reactions.

S4 Sam - Drinking demon blood is a reaction to losing Dean; to being horrified that Dean could die and having a disgust-reaction to his weakness as a way to protect himself from the emotions he has about Dean's mortality; Sam was desperate to be stronger. He couldn't unpack why.

S6 Cas - Being murdered by Heaven (Raphael), and though he returned to Heaven to be "the new sheriff," he was paranoid of even the angels close to him because of *waves at all of S4-5* That paranoia and withdrawal into himself reached into every relationship he has. He watched his loved ones suffer, so he decided to be the one to "Put a Stop to It--to All of It"

S7 Cas - Nihilism; (The endless repetition of life and deriving no meaning from it; route of flowers being a predestined plan is also a "nothing matters" nod); Feelings of guilt and the need for penance, terminating in s8 "suicide" / wanting to stay in purgatory *is* suicide btw

S8 Cas - Brainwashing redux; Guilt, lots of changes here, as a result of the brainwashing he needs space to figure out what he's feeling and who he trusts; ALSO Feeling afraid of heaven (re: The great escapist and Matatron "Heaven's powers always spill over (to the humans)" and "Who's it gonna be, Castiel, her or YOUR family (human family)?"

S8 Sam - Great big Sam nervous breakdown; totally paralyzed and running away. Even Amelia-Sam was part OF the freakout, something Amelia's father, someone that knew her well and cared about her, recognized (Amelia doesn't wanna go back to her husband, because he can *die* and maybe she's like Sam too in that she's completely allergic to grief, hey?); Sam oscillates between CHECKOUT OF REALITY and WE GOTTA STICK TO THE HUNTING CODE(TM) the same way Dean clung to the simpler hunting code at the beginning of s7; "Don't choke!" Both boys veer between all-or-nothing with regards to the hunting life

S9 Dean - Gadreel and Kevin and feeling like he was doing the wrong thing; Sam's willingness to commit suicide; Cas's symbolic suicide, then Cas falling — we see in Dean’s speech to Metatron that he was desperate to also "Put a Stop to It--to All of It" and his reasons were spelled out clearly, protecting Sam and the distress over Cas's grace/falling/being wronged BY Metatron

S10 Sam - Reacting to Dean's death AGAIN; Reacting to the terrible knowledge that everyone was always sacrificing for him and not the other way around; also a delayed grief reaction to how his family locked him up for detox; and of being an addict himself and fearing that it would end in black eyes and blood (he's not exactly wrong, either; he just went too far)

S10 Cas - Delayed reaction to Jimmy Novak's passing; meeting Claire and wanting to be "like a human"; his guilt was so overpowering; also dealing with his hypocrisy (re: Metatron) about wanting to stay on the earth

S10 Dean - Loss of free will redux, but in the disinhibited direction; dealing with feelings of shame over the loss of free will and past experiences where he also felt powerless or manipulated; he (like Claire Novak) overall tends to choose forgiveness, trying to understand and give grace to those who wronged him; also dealing with being Cole's "Azazel," the parallel to Claire dealing with her "Azazels"

S11 Cas - Delayed reaction to Dean dying in s9, reaction to his grace power reduction (he got his grace BACK and it was damaged), also feeling powerless to protect anyone; the attack dog spell etc etc; Sacrifices himself to the cause

S12 Mary - Huge breakdown because she was ripped from her life and is grieving her entire family as she knew it; feeling like she can't escape from hunting and she corrupted John and in reading his journal she empathizes with his plight while struggling with the cruelty of it; she decides if she can't escape then maybe she can "Put a Stop to It--to All of It."

S12 Cas - Still struggling with the mortality of the human fam (First Blood) and his lack of strength, See Lily Sunder and Stuck in the Middle with You as crisis points. Was enticed by Jack keeping his power because that means he'd have a fam member who could outlive him. The script taps into Cas's wants: Kelly to be at peace, Sam to be free, Dean to be *ahem* thankful, and himself to be strong. Nephilim gives him a cause to not feel guilty about being on earth because it's a Mission (TM)

Nervous breakdowns, man. I can keep going. There are so many nervous breakdowns. SO MANY. And when you look at them AS nervous breakdowns, they make more sense.

#tfw problems

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MEET THE AUTHORS!

Here's a peek at our list of authors and some of their past works to give you a taste of what you can expect from them in the coming months!

@amypond45

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Title: If We Live Through This Rating: Mature Words: 13,421 Relationship(s): Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Lisa Braeden Additional Tags: Post Season 6 AU, Wincest, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Lucifer's Cage Summary: Dean feels like a failure when he can’t get Sam out of the Cage. When Sam just shows up one day, with no memory of how he got out, Dean is beyond grateful but wracked with guilt too. Sam’s too traumatized to hunt, so he and Dean settle down in a cabin in the woods, near a lake. But Sam has nightmares of the Cage, and Dean’s guilt makes him desperate to atone for his failure to get Sam out by giving Sam everything and anything he needs, even if it means crossing that line Dean swore he’d never cross.

@avalonsilver

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Title: Once Upon a Blue Moon Rating: Teen and Up Words: 9,347 Relationship(s): Castiel/Sam Winchester, Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jimmy Novak Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, Mystery, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Shortly after Gadreel's exit, Cas and Sam spend time in the Bunker so Cas can heal him. With trepidation, Cas also returns a memory that Sam doesn't know he'd lost years ago. It’s an old memory of a chance meeting with Jimmy Novak when Sam was nineteen and on his way to Stanford. The memory's effect on Sam is one neither had been expecting.

@cautiouslycas

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Title: The Toy Soldier Tattoo Rating: Teen and Up Words: 17,999 Relationship(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Jo Harvelle/Anna Milton Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Casitel, Benny Lafitte, Anna Milton, Jo Harvelle Additional Tags: Missing Persons, Hospitals, Mentins of Wounds, Mentions of Kidnappings, Mention of Character Death, Nightmares, Tattoos, Tattoo Artist Castiel Summary: Two years after Sam disappears, police officials inform Mary and Dean Winchester there are no more trails for them to follow. The case is cold until new evidence makes its way over to them. It’s the day Dean gets his first tattoo. In honour of Sam. That night, he walks out of the tattoo shop with not only a brand new toy soldier tattoo on his thigh, but also with a crush on his ridiculously cute tattooist Cas. As life continues and his relationship with Cas unfolds, life proves it will keep going on even without his brother and maybe, he should move on too.

@lazarus-rose

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Title: This Tainted Love You've Given Rating: Explicit Words: 17,100 Relationship(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Additional Tags: Murder Husbands, Serial Killer Dean Winchester, Witch Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Topping from the Bottom, Choking, Barebacking, Blow Jobs, Murder Kink, Temporary Character Death, Minor Character Death, Dark, Innocent Castiel, well not that innocent but kind of, Blood and Violence, Torture, they're both unhinged but there's also the power of love, Sort Of, Mentioned Animal Murder, Naked Castiel, Immortal Castiel Summary: Everyone has their hobbies—Dean’s just happens to involve a lot more blood and screaming than most people’s. And sure, maybe murder isn’t the nicest way to blow off steam, but Dean’s always thought that being nice is overrated anyway. His latest victim, a pretty guy with startling blue eyes, should be nothing special, just another nameless body on Dean’s list. But then, after Dean kills and buries him, he turns back up at Dean’s house again the next day. What’s a guy to do when they’ve accidentally gotten an immortal witch convinced that they’ve got some kind of profound bond?

@mbqnoyolo

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Title: Rutting Moon Rating: Explicit Words: 16,961 Relationship(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, Cesar Cuevas/Jesse Cuevas Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cesar Cuevas, Jesse Cuevas Additional Tags: Childhood Trauma, Generational Trauma, Child Loss, Indigenous Practices, Indigenous Language, Magick, Mpreg, Non-Omegaverse, Ojibwemowin, Shape Shifting, Bisaan, References to Residential Schools, Pregnant Castiel, Original Characters, OC Indigenous Person Summary: In Grassy Butte, North Dakota an old woman remembers her long walk home after being torn from her family as a child and a young woman mourns a loss no parent should know.

@masoena

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Title: Guardian Angel Dean Winchester Rating: Explicit Words: 13,456 Relationship(s): Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Post-Season/Series Finale, Angelic Grace as Lube, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Sam Winchester, Implied Switch Sam Winchester, Safe Sane and Consensual, Gay Sex, Angel Dean Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Affection, First Time Bottoming, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Case Fic, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentioned Miracle the Dog, Mentioned Castiel, Mentioned God | Chuck Shurley, Mentioned Jack, Wing Grooming, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Communication, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Sam Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Taking Care of Sam Winchester, Taking Care Of Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Boys Kissing, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Soulmates, Requited Love, Wincest, Sibling Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Smut, Sex, Past Bottom Dean Winchester, implied bottom dean winchester Summary: Sam is in over his head on a solo hunt about a year since Dean passed way, he finds himself on the forest floor bleeding out and pretty much welcomes death as it would reunite him with his brother. Moments later he is tucked in a blanket in the backseat of the Impala and someone is in the front seat bench waiting for him to wake up. Big brother instincts never die, not even in literal death."

@sammichgirl

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Title: All Too Familiar Rating: Explicit Words: 7,160 Relationship(s): Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod Additional Tags: Wincest, Witch!Sam, Soul Bond, Sex Magic, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Mutual Pining, Requited Love, Slow Burn Summary: Sam's new hobby has consequences they never saw coming. Turns out, that's OK with Dean after all.

@samanddean76

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Title: Joyous Memories Amongst The Sorrow Rating: Mature Words: 878 Relationship(s): Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer Additional Tags: Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective Bobby Singer, Dead Dean Winchester, Sam Just Needs to do This One Thing, Post-Episode: S03E16 No Rest for the Wicked Summary: The hellhounds killed Dean. Now Sam needs to bury him. And he has the perfect spot all picked out.

@sevensugars

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Title: Every Living Thing by Askance Rating: Mature Words: 36,144 Relationship(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Medicinal Drug Use, Disturbing Themes, Animal Death Summary: When a pair of hunters on the eastern coast witness the arrival of a very disturbing omen, it isn’t long before the news hurtles across the country, piquing the interest—and fear—of people everywhere. In a matter of days, the new, safe world that Sam, Dean, and Castiel have been inhabiting is flipped upside-down. Something enormous is coming—and this time, it’s something they can’t fight. Faced with rapidly diminishing prospects, holed up in a tiny, empty Nebraska town, they are forced to confront fears, secrets, and emotions that might have otherwise never seen the light of day. It seems every story must end somehow, and the only thing that remains to be done is to make the most of what little time they have left.

@thisisapaige

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Title: Non Solum Rating: Explicit Words: 16,061 Relationship(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: AU-Fantasy, Witch Castiel, Hunter Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Huddling for Warmth, Injury, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-War, Sexual Content, Frottage, POV Castiel (mostly), Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss, First Time, Touch-Starved Castiel, Bad Parent John Winchester (or at least the residual effects of it because he's dead) Summary: Castiel lives a quiet life, a solitary life, a lonely life. He cannot risk anyone finding out he is a witch, lest any hunters seek out his isolated cabin in the frozen Northern Wastes. Interacting only with those who require his healing services, Castiel constructs an existence that ensures he will be alone. Alone, that is, until a bloodied, dying man crawls up to his front door and threatens to tear down everything Castiel has built.

#wincest #destiel #sastiel #sam winchester/jimmy novak #spn fic #spn events #HMSB 24 #Hoziernatural Multi-Ship Bang #meet the authors #mod post

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