#just mentions of bela talking to or teasing them but they cant understand her

[valleynix]

Summary:

It wasn't the brightest idea you've had, you suppose, to follow the strange words of the peasants in that village. You didn't understand them, but in your desperation to find your lost brother, you weren't thinking clearly. He had always been there for you, and wasn't it about time you repaid him?

It was never going to be that easy. The tall, terrifying woman in that dark castle was going to make your life a living hell.

*the angsty gay thoughts fic has been posted :3

[deancasbigbang]

Title: The Birds and the Ts

Author: DoctorProfessorSong / you-cant-spell-subtext-without (team)

Artist: Jay

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Endverse Castiel/Dean Smith, Twitter Intern (OC based on Reese from Just my Imagination ep. 11x8)/Tumblr Staff (OC based on Harper Sayles from Optimism ep. 14x6); Sam Winchester/Eileen, Rowena McLeod/Bela Talbot (background), Castiel/OC (brief); Castiel/Mick Davies (references only), Castiel/multipartners (references only).

Length: 120000

Warnings: No major archive warnings apply. Drugs and alcohol as a coping mechanism, disordered eating, anxiety attacks, vomiting in one scene, death mention (of OC character and one canon-compliant death mention), homophobia/biphobia mentions.

Tags: angst with a happy ending, AU our world without COVID, crack taken seriously, Destiel is canon, exhibitionism, Season 16/post-finale chaos, so much meta goodness, sex with your ex, flashbacks to established relationship.

Posting Date: October 27, 2021

Summary: Dean Smith is a workaholic, buried alive in his career as a high-ranking corporate executive at Twitter. Cas Novak largely avoids his obligations at Tumblr, preferring instead to focus on his own carnal and chemical pursuits. When Destiel goes canon and throws both sites into disarray, Dean’s intern, Reese, and Cas's assistant, Harper, find themselves fed up trying to balance the chaos with their two bosses' inconvenient lifestyles. But a conversation with Cas's bestie, Meg, gives them an idea. What if they set their bosses up?  Maybe their opposing worldviews will balance out and there will finally be peace. What they don't know is that the men are such a mess because they are both mourning a break-up. With each other. Will these two dumbasses use their words and realize they are the perfect endgame? And what of the budding relationship between Harper and Reese? Two love stories in one, all signed, sealed, and delivered as a love letter to the fans riding out this unparalleled media experience.

Excerpt: “Fuck, this is so goddamned stupid.  Listen, I swear I’m fine. Okay? I just - haven’t been in the same room with him. Since.” Dean rubs his face in his hands, embarrassed by even this small admission.   “Have you tried talking to him?” Charlie prods. “I mean really talking to him. You two had something special.”  She pauses, glancing back toward the bar where Cas is licking a line of salt from his forearm.   Charlie regards the spectacle wisely, then shrugs at Dean. “Pretty clear neither of you is over it.”   Dean shakes his head derisively. “He doesn't care. He never cared, Charlie.”   Charlie tilts her head. “You think he’s pounding the tequila because it’s fun? He’s looked over here between every shot just to make sure you’re still watching the performance.”   Dean’s eyes swivel back towards Cas to find twin blue pools reflecting his gaze. Cas quickly looks away, gulping down another swallow of liquor.   Dean’s suddenly exhausted. Enough.   “Nah. It’s over, Charlie.” The bands around his chest constrict. He takes a few breaths. Charlie’s hand is on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze “You’re a dumbass, Dean Smith, but I love you.” “I know.” Dean teases back, a small smile tugging at his mouth. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Harper isn't understanding. Reese frowns, searching for the words to clarify. "Okay, so get this. You complain Cas is too disorganized and chaotic, right?"   Harper nods slowly.   Okay, they’re getting warmer. Good.   Reese takes a long pull of her wine, making a smacking sound in satisfaction at the end. "Right!" She exclaims triumphantly. "And I complain that Dean needs to chill the fuck out."   Harper hums in agreement, smiling behind her glass. The quick upward tick of her lips makes Reese’s heart stutter and, for a moment, her mind goes blank.   Where was she? Right.   "So, what if we set them up? We, like, Parent Trap them."   Harper’s head tilts, her eyes narrowing with confusion. "Reese, I don't think that your memory of that movie is quite accurate."   Reese throws her hands up dramatically. “Okay, fine - we Cyrano de Bergerac them, then.”   Harper raises an eyebrow. “Name-dropping the classics?  Color me impressed.”   Reese rolls her eyes.  "What? I read. Anyway, you know what I mean. If they're happy, we're happy. No more late nights because Dean has no life. No more office orgies and all-night ragers because Cas is...well, Cas."   Reese does triumphant jazz hands that say look at me, I'm a genius.   Harper’s grin is back, and it’s fucking sunshine after a freak summer rainstorm. Reese feels a tiny thrill in her chest.   "Reese, that is absolutely ridiculous. You know that, right?"  Amusement laces Harper’s voice despite her intended cautious syllables.   She pauses.  Reese waits, drumming her fingertips impatiently on the glass. "I mean, we're absolutely gonna do it though." Harper says conspiratorially.

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