#sam winchester is called sam wesson

[ladylilithprime]

Day 10: Mushrooms

(Part of the Grand Not-Coven of Palo-Alto series.)

SAM WESSON'S GARDEN was a truly spectacular work of time, effort, engineering, and spell work. It was the first thing any visitor to his properly noticed from the street and a favored place for friends and family to gather to spend time together just chatting and enjoying each other's company. Even if you didn't have a lick of sensitivity to the supernatural and mystical energies, the Garden was a visual marvel of growth and care, at least some parts of it always in bloom no matter the season. If you were sensitive to mystical energies, it was a massive nexus of magic, from the carved stones and mosaics that marked out the footpaths and plant beds to the plants themselves. It was the focal point of the wards Sam had built around his house and extended to the house next door where Dean Smith lived, and it was where the anchor stones for the wards Sam maintained around the homes and businesses of his "network friends" and Palo Alto as a whole were kept, continually renewing and recharging with every sunrise, moonrise, and rainfall.

As a licensed herbalist and practicing witch, it was no surprise that the Garden held a lot of the plants and herbs Sam needed for various potions, tinctures, and poultices, grown fresh and harvested with care to dry and preserve. The large glass greenhouse at one end of the Garden, which connected to the main house via the Solarium, held the more "tempermental" plants in their specially warded pots and beds, the ones that Sam's FBI contacts really wanted to pretend didn't exist for one reason or another. There was even a section of the Garden devoted to growing fruits and vegetables which Sam used to cook and gave to or traded with other members of the network. Frankly, the only thing that was surprising to people who had learned the secrets of the Garden was that Sam would need to go anywhere else for some type of plant.

Specifically, mushrooms.

"It's not that there aren't mushrooms in the Garden," Sam explained as he led the way into the woods behind the house, Bones cheerfully bounding ahead before circling back to dance around her favorite human and his friends. "The act of foraging is itself a part of the ritual, much like harvesting. A reaffirmation of life and sustainability amid death and decay as part of the cycle of the natural world."

"And they're really safe to eat?" asked John Castiel Novak curiously, stepping around a fallen branch even as he split his attention between Sam and the mushroom guidebook the witch had given him.

"Some are," Sam nodded, then shrugged. "Some aren't. And some of them are only safe to eat in certain stages of their growth, so pay close attention to that guide book and if you aren't sure ask me or Bones to double check."

"Too bad we don't have a pig along for truffle hunting," Cas's twin, James Constantine Novak joked, and then yelped as the golden retriever abruptly stood up and changed into a golden-haired woman with her hands on her naked hips.

"I'd like to see a hog sniff out the good mushrooms of all types and warn you away from the bad ones even half as well as I can!" she snapped. Then her indignation melted away into a mischievous smirk as she added, "Besides, Dean said he was never doing that again after he got dirt up his nose that was still there when he changed back."

"Bones," Sam groaned as Cas and Jimmy exchanged slightly alarmed looks. To the twins, he explained, "It was a dare from Andy to see if I even could change someone who wasn't my familiar into an animal, and Jess suggested a truffle hog to see if we could find some wild growing truffles to save some money on ingredients. Dean volunteered to be the guinea pig, and, well.... actual pig."

"And it worked?" Jimmy asked with interest. "No negative side effects?"

"Dean gained a better appreciation for vegetables as a food group, so your mileage may vary," Bones snorted, then slipped back into her canine shape with a cheerful yip.

"I, on the other hand, was exhausted, which is the real reason he said never again," Sam explained, getting tandem nods. The twins were well acquainted with Dean's intense protective streak when it came to Sam. "So Bones conspired with Dean to learn the scents of every mushroom in these woods and a few that aren't so she could be my primary hunting partner."

As it should be, Bones whispered in Sam's mind, answering his small smile with a lolling canine grin. Sam may have left the world of hunting behind along with the Winchester name, but there were some aspects he just couldn't give up completely. He rather suspected that, with the way the Novak twins kept coming back with their increasingly flimsy excuses, the hunting world wasn't ready to be done with him, either.

He thought he might could live with that.

[loverzoath]

Safe Haven ❀

Relationship: Child!Dean & Child!Sam & Foster parent!Reader

Summary: Reader is a foster parent takes in Dean and Sam Winchester, two young brothers with a difficult past, determined to provide them with a safe and loving home.

Word Count: 3,020

a/n: I don’t really know how fostering works 100% so feel free to correct me 😓.

The first time you ever heard of the Winchesters was when Sandra -your CASA- gave you a call around 6 pm informing you she has a file for you about 2 boys.

Dean and Sam Winchester. 3 and 7 years old. Both are currently at the Children’s Home Society of North Carolina. You are familiar with the Home since you usually volunteer on weekends. Sandra spoke in a rush, which was absolutely not like her, explaining the need of a foster home in short notice. Even in extreme cases you were usually given a 2 weeks notice to get ready for a child you would shelter.

So when Sandra said she would be there with them tomorrow you knew it was a serious case.

You have been a foster parent for 9 years. And one thing you learned was that with this job came a lot of unpredictable things. When you first became a foster parent, it was at the age of 22, fresh out of college as an RN. It was from there you decided on becoming a school nurse. It was the only nursing occupation that lined up with your responsibilities as a foster mom. A job where you work the same place your child learns and you can be a nurse? Yes please!

Another reason is the benefits that would come from working in the same school for almost a decade. The staff are well known and your boss understands when you need a week or two off to adjust to another little person in your home. Last time you called off was 7 months ago for a young boy named Jack. So that should be enough time to ask for another break.

You immediately call Wesson, your boss. He was a sweet person. Though the opposite is commonly thought when people first meet him. His expensive suits and watches make him look serious. And Wess is anything but. He loves his little lego collection he has growing in his bottom shelf. The phone only rings twice before his cheery voice floats through the speaker.

“Good evening, ________.” He greets politely

“Good evening, Mr. Wesson- I mean Wess.” After the day you helped his daughter through her first cycle in school she gave her father quite the adulation of the scene because the next day you got a personal thanks and permission to call Mr. Wesson, Wess. “I would like to request 2 weeks off?”

“Of course! I'll schedule it for next month then?” There was a bit of shuffling on his end. Wesson knew your responsibilities as a foster parent and when you usually ask for a break.

“Actually, I know it's short notice but I need it for this week and the next?” You grimace a little as you force the words out

“Not a problem ________, but I will say this is new. Why so suddenly?” He spoke more softly now and i knew he was asking not as my boss but a friend.

“Yeah it’s apparently a very serious case. I didn't even get all the information before she hung up.” I sighed heavily though the receiver

“How about this then, take another week. We have the manpower to handle a couple nosebleeds.” He proceeds to laugh at his own joke a little too long.

“Thank you Wess. I need to get the rooms ready now, tell Annabeth I said good night.”

“Of course. you take care of yourself.” Wess said (demanded) before he hung up

You start up the stairs immediately. Being a foster parent means having rooms open and available. 7 and 3. You have Jack's room still made and can be for Dean. In Sam’s case, you have a room for toddlers but you haven’t had to care for one in 2 years. You walk into the room across and survey it. It has a bed with adjustable rails but the room looks bland. Maybe you should have insisted on a time frame.

You place some toddler necessities ,like pull ups, wipes, powder, and such, from the basement onto the dresser. Then taking some toys in the chest of Jack’s old room and placing them in a little basket for Sam's room. By the time you finish preparing the rooms you feel the exhaustion of the day weight on your body. You watch both the boys' rooms again before you lay boneless on the couch.

You lose yourself in thought. You have done this routine many times before, but something about this felt.. heavier. Different. While you have been doing this for a very very long time, even someone experienced like you had periods of anxiety for the child. In this case, you chalk it up to the lack of information, and even though you don't believe yourself right now, all you can do is hope that you are enough to help these two boys. Tomorrow, you have a lot of shopping to do. With or without the boys accompanying you. New clothes, books, toys. You are going to go all out like you usually do.

You fall asleep on the couch with these thoughts hovering over you. Underall the worries and excitement is hope. Hope that maybe this time you can keep them.

You woke up slowly to the sound of your phone ringing. For a moment you let it ring, burying your face in the pillows of the couch. That lasted all of 3 seconds before you remembered who is coming today. And to say you shot out of the couch was an understatement. You snatched your phone and fumbled around for the answer button.

“Good— AHEM. Good morning.” You greet, clearing the sleep out your throat.

“__________, Hi, I'm so sorry about the lack of communication.” It was Sandra. “I will come around 2 pm to discuss the placement.” There is serious exhaustion laced in her voice.

“Sandra, are you okay?” You whispered. Another blaring red flag is Sandra being anything but her normal cheerful and bubbly self, and with this job you have to be. You can count on one hand Sandra has been this way, tired and worn out, for the 9 years you’ve known her.

“I’m fine,” Sandra assured, but her voice wavered. “Just… It's been a long few days. I’ll explain more when I see you.”

You hesitated, feeling the weight in her tone. “Okay, Sandra. I’ll see you at two. Please get some rest if you can.”

“Thanks, ________. You’re a lifesaver, as always.”

The call ended with a soft click, leaving you standing in the quiet of your living room, phone still in hand. The knot of unease in your stomach tightened.

Two boys. Dean and Sam Winchester. Something about their situation clearly had Sandra running on fumes. You’ve seen tough cases before, but this one felt different, heavier, as if their names carried a weight you didn’t yet understand.

Shaking off the worry, you glanced at the clock. It was just past 8 a.m, That meant you had six hours before Sandra arrived, with a to-do list so long it made you inwardly groan.

It was then your stomach decided to remind you that you haven’t eaten since last night. You quickly made some pancakes and scarfed it down. After the meal you left immediately, there wasn’t time to do any dishes when you have a room to decorate. The usual routine kicked in. Grab essentials, plan for every possible need, and the small touches that might help the boys feel more at home.

By 10:30 a.m., your cart was full. You’d picked up toddler-friendly snacks, clothes in sizes that should fit a three-year-old and a seven-year-old, a set of books you hoped Dean would enjoy, and a stuffed moose for Sam. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

When you got back home, you unpacked the haul and happily put the finishing touches on their rooms. You arranged the moose on Sam’s bed, tucked a book about astronauts onto Dean’s pillow, and stood back to assess the rooms.

“Okay,” you murmured to yourself. “God. I am good.” You smile

It was just after 1 p.m when you finally were able to sit down. You tried to sip a glass of water to steady the bundle of nerves building in your stomach. It really wasn’t working. The thought of meeting the boys, seeing their faces, and learning their story made your heart skip a couple beats.

Would they trust you? Would you be able to give them the stable home they need? What if they grow to hate it here?

Doubts started to plague your mind. So by the time 2 p.m rolled around, you were pacing the living room and looking out the window every few minutes. When you heard Sandra’s car turn into your driveway, your stomach started to do flips.Sandra’s car was a shiny black Camaro. The car you have come to memorize when you got a new addition to your family. The car’s door opened and Sandra walked out,looking more tired than you’ve ever seen her. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and the dark circles under her eyes told you she hadn’t slept much, if at all since the first call.

And then you saw them.

Dean was the first to climb out of the car, his movements careful but confident. He was small for a seven-year-old, his dirty blonde hair sticking up at odd angles, as if he had been running his hands through it. His green eyes surveyed the driveway, the house, and finally, you, with wariness that made your heart hurt.

Sam followed, gripping a worn-out blanket in one hand and rubbing his sleepy eyes with the other. He was tiny, with dark brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. It was longer than Deans, he had dark bangs that framed his small face perfectly. His cheeks were tear-streaked— he must’ve been crying, he clung to Dean’s side like a lifeline.

“Hi there,” you said gently, stepping onto the porch as carefully as you could manage. You didn’t want to scare them.

Dean didn’t respond, but his gaze sharpened, studying you like he was trying to figure out if you were a threat. Sam buried his face against Dean’s shoulder, his little body trembling.

Sandra gave you a tired smile. “_________,” she began, “these are the Winchester boys.”

You crouched down, keeping your voice soft and warm. “Hi, Dean. Hi, Sam. My name’s _________. It’s nice to meet you.”

Dean didn’t say anything, but his gaze hardened. Sam peeked out from where he shuffled behind Dean, his big brown eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Sandra knelt down, her voice low and soothing. “Sammy, it’s okay. Remember what I told you? ________ is really nice. You’re going to be safe here.”

Dean’s head snapped toward Sandra at the word safe, his expression unreadable.

“It’s okay,” you said, addressing both boys. “You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know you are very welcomed here, and I’m here to support you guys however I can.”

Sam clutched Dean’s side tighter, but Dean stepped forward, just a little. His green eyes locked onto yours, searching.

“Are you gonna keep us together?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. What have these two boys gone through for him to have to ask that?“Yes, Dean. I promise. You’ll stay together.” For extra measure “I made sure your rooms are right across from each other.” I reassured the child

Dean’s shoulders relaxed, just a fraction, and for the first time, you saw a flash of hope in his eyes.

Sandra stood, her eyes glassy. “Let’s get inside. We have a lot to talk about.”

You nodded, holding the door open as they walked in slowly. Taking in the whole scene.

The moment they were inside, you felt the shift. Dean's eyes scanned the big living room, taking in every detail as though he needed to memorize the space. He studied the plants in the corner, the small basket with cars in the play area, and paid special attention to the exits. The windows and the front and back door. All while Sam clung to Dean’s side, the blanket he had in his hand dragging on the floor. You shut the door behind them trying to make everything feel as calm and welcoming as possible at the moment.

"Want a snack?" you asked softly, crouching at the knees to be level with them. "I have some juice boxes and animal crackers in the kitchen."

Sam looked up at Dean for some brotherly reassurance. Dean looked at Sandra, who nodded reassuringly. Then he turned to you and gave you a small, timid nod.

"Terrific," you said, still as light. "Come on. Get you two settled." Your heart swells with affection when they both follow you to the kitchen immediately.

You led them into the kitchen, where you'd already set out some snacks on the table. Sam climbed into one of the chairs, blanket still firmly in hand, while Dean hovered near him protectively.

You frowned a little in thought. You wanted Dean to sit too but it didn't look like he was leaving Sam’s side anytime soon. You take another chair and slide it right next to Sam. The boys look at you with a face of confusion. Even Sandra quirked a thin eyebrow in your direction. You look at Dean and smile as you pat the seat. He stares at first. Hesitant to move from Sam’s side. But after a couple seconds, he sat in the chair. His eyes flick to you once, no longer hardened or glaring. You took it as a thank you and felt yourself beem.

Sandra sat across from them, her exhaustion more visible now that she wasn't standing. "Thank you for this," she said quietly, her voice just loud enough for you to hear.

You nodded, offering her a small smile. “It’s what I’m here for. We’ll make it work.”

Sandra exhaled deeply, and for a moment, she looked like she might have started to cry. That made you straighten up a little more. But then she squared her shoulders and gave her full attention to the two boys sitting in the chairs. “Okay let’s talk about what’s happening.”

Dean stiffened, his small hands curling into fists on the table. Sam leaned closer to him, as if seeking protection.

Sandra kept her voice soft. "You're going to stay here with ________ for a little while. She's going to take care of you, and you'll have your own rooms, toys, everything you need. You're safe here."

Dean's jaw tightened, and he finally spoke. "What about Dad?"

Sandra froze, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. You stepped in, sensing her hesitation.

Right now, your dad can't be with you," I said softly. "But Sandra and I are here to make sure you're okay. That's what matters most."

Dean's green eyes smoldered with a combination of anger and fear. "He'll come back for us. He always does.” he said confidently.

You exchanged a look with Sandra, her face masked in grief she carefully kept contained. "Of course," you whispered. "Until then, you'll be here together and I'll make it as close to your home as I can."

Dean said nothing, though the slope of his shoulders gave the feeling he would yield to it all—for the time being, at least.

Sandra cleared her throat and stood. "I'll let you all get settled. There's a lot in their file to go over, but we will take it one step at a time. I'll check in on you both tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," you said, walking her to the door. "Drive safe, Sandra. And get some rest."

She nodded, her eyes lingering on the boys for a moment before she left.

As you walked back into the kitchen, Sam was nibbling at a cracker, his blanket tucked under his chin. Dean hadn't even snatched a snack, and watched you warily.

"How about a little tour?" you offered, trying to lighten things up. "I can show you your rooms."

Sam lifted a little, but Dean narrowed his eyes. "We'll share a room."

You hesitated. "You can if you want, but you each have your own room right now. They're right next to each other."

Dean looked at Sam, who nodded solemnly, as though the two of them had a whole conversation in that one glance. "We'll share," Dean repeated firmly.

"Okay," you said, adjusting easily. "Let's go check them out. You can decide how you want to set things up.

You led them upstairs, showing them the rooms. Sam's room was filled with soft blues and greens, the stuffed moose proudly sitting on his bed. His drawer was a dark brown and matched the small basket with toys. Dean's room was a little more grown-up with space-themed bedding, books carefully aligned on the nightstand. An astronaut book laid in the middle of his small bed.

Dean walked into Sam's room first, eyeing everything in it before giving a slight nod. "This one," he said, his tone bringing no argument.

Sam beamed, running to the bed and grabbing the stuffed moose. "Look, Dean!" Sam was absolutely enamored by the small brown moose. He shoved it in Dean’s face as he excitedly babbled to him in a string on nonsensical words.

Dean didn't say anything, didn’t even push him away, but his mouth curled up ever so slightly at the corners.

"Alright," you said, fighting a smile. "We'll get an extra mattress in here so you can both stay together. How's that?"

Dean nodded once, and Sam scrambled onto the bed, clutching his new toy tightly.

Standing there in the doorway and watching them, a resolution washed over you. It would be some time, patience, and much love, but you were going to see to it that these boys did get the safe and stable home they deserved. No matter what.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Song of the Loon

Author: Desirae

Artist: eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: mentions of past Dean/Lisa

Length: 24438

Warnings: n/a

Tags: Narrator Castiel/Campground owner Dean, strangers to friends to lovers, past family trauma, survivors guilt, substance abuse(not Dean or Cas), Nurturer Dean, Hurt/Comfort, canon typical violence, angst with a happy ending, cabin by the lake fic

Posting Date: October 24, 2024

Summary: Dean Winchester is expecting a quiet, if not awkward, summer. His estranged brother Sammy was coming to visit from California, and all the chores around his lakeside cabin were not enough to distract him from his nerves. That is until an unexpected phone call from Sam’s sponsor, Gabriel, called with a favor: Could Dean put Gabriel’s brother Castiel up for the summer, no questions asked? Audiobook narrator Castiel Novak is exhausted and travel-weary. Fresh off of a book tour, Castiel arrived home to find his longtime online stalker has been to his apartment. At the urging of his brother, Castiel finds himself on a road trip to Angel’s Peak, Maine, where his host, Dean, is as stunning as the mountain view. Although Castiel and Dean feel an immediate connection, Cas is guarded, with emotional baggage he doesn’t want to inflict on his new friend. Will a summer in the wilds of Maine be enough for Dean break through Castiel’s walls and prove that he is worthy of love and protection? 

Excerpt: Castiel or C.J. Krushnic as he was known in the literary world, had spent the last few months doing the convention circuit promoting the latest book in the paranormal series. Very much an introvert, these events pushed Castiel far beyond his comfort zone, but the book series' popularity had made conventions a part of the job. This latest had been his third and he was getting better at sitting up on stage with fellow panelists. Castiel’s heart beat a fast staccato, as he answered questions about what it was like to give voice to characters like The Wesson brothers; his face a stoic mask as Castiel adhered to the requests to read book passages aloud in his distinctive gravelly voice.  He’d gotten through it, but now Castiel was drained and all he wanted was quiet and space.  Peering over the railing, Castiel heard the belligerent bellowing of a taxi driver and the jarring blare of a horn being pressed. Castiel sighed again. He needed to get away. Somewhere quiet, where he could just exist in peace and solitude. Castiel left the balcony, closing the doors behind him. With a jaw-cracking yawn, he dragged his boned tired body across the living room, back through to the bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. He set his now empty whiskey glass on the counter with an audible click. Tired blue eyes stared back at him from the mirror above the sink. Frowning, Castiel tore his gaze away from himself and turned on the water, cupping it in his palms before scrubbing it briskly over his stubbled face. His dark hair stood in tufts and he could use a shave, but Castiel just didn't have the energy. Wandering back out into the living room, Castiel absent-mindedly clicked on the television, noting that an old season of Tournament of Champions was playing. He left the cooking show on and grabbed the mail from on top of the suitcase. Slouching back onto his couch, Castiel rifled through the thick stack. It was mostly junk mail plus what looked like a belated birthday card from his older brother Gabriel that said I wish you love, laughter, and ha! Penis. Castiel snorted, fingering the last envelope in his hand. Furrowing his brow, he realized it was blank, save his pen name in a loopy scrawl. That was strange. Nobody had mentioned anyone dropping anything off for him when he picked up his mail at the front desk. Castiel opened the envelope and pulled out a slip of paper. His stomach plummeted unpleasantly as he read the words on the page. The sound of your voice, the way our eyes met, it is inevitable. You belong to me. -HeartsAflame With shaking fingers, Castiel pulled out his phone and quickly tapped on his brother's icon. Gabriel picked up on the first ring.  “Hey, broseph! How was your tour?” Castiel ignored the question. “Gabriel, they found my apartment,” he said, voice audibly shaken. “Sit tight, Cassie. I’m on my way.”

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[anundyingfidelity]

YES, MA’AM — Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson ft. Dean Winchester/Dean Smith (Chapter I)

Summary: Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much.

Word count: 1.3k.

Pairing: Sam W./Sam Wesson x female reader (main), Dean W./Dean Smith x female reader. Situated in 4x17 - It's a Terrible Life.

Warnings for this series: smut with plot, sexual tension, sub!Sam, dom!reader, switch!Dean, co-workers with benefits with Dean, boss/employee dynamics, canon violence and stuff. Slow updates oops.

Notes: welcome to my very first spn fanfic, hope you enjoy this short series of Sam and Dean!

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Chapter I | Chapter II

Chapter I: A Boring Life

Taking a quick look at the clock on the corner of the screen of his computer, Sam let out a long sigh. Lunch hour was far from near. He continued drawing the monsters he saw in his dreams on the notebook, those who wouldn't let him continue his abnormally boring and stupid life.

"Hey, Sam," a voice called, making him jump slightly on his seat.

He cleared his throat shutting the notebook and sitting right this time as he took in your figure towering over him in the cubicle with a smile on your lips.

"Hi, uhm... Is something wrong?"

You chuckled slightly. He wanted to slap himself for saying that. For Sam, bosses coming to him meant he might have done something wrong. He didn't want to know what he screwed up. Barely three weeks have passed since he started working there. As much as things were strange and weird around, Sam just wanted a quiet life.

"Not at all," you answered in a friendly manner. "Actually I just wanted to give you kudos. I've received good compliments from customers who called for help, you're doing excellent!"

Sam breathed out, feeling a heavy weight on his back dropping. He smiled. "Well, thank you. It feels good doing that."

But a raise or something would feel absolutely better, he thought.

"Sure! You're brilliant, have you ever been told that?"

"Uhm, not here. I mean- I want to say you're the first one. Sorry, the first one to say I'm brilliant, I- uhm I never really got kudos before? I don't think so but it does feel great."

He stumbled so much with his words that it made you laugh a little but he noticed you tried to suppress it. So you gave him a nod.

"Yeah, of course. I also see you're very organized with your stuff and reports," you remarked before taking a quick glance around and leaning a little bit toward him, your face morphing into a shy look. "Probably I shouldn't but could you help me with some reports today? You'd be off the phone, I just really need to send them by the end of the day and I'm extremely busy."

You bit your painted lower lip with big doe eyes, waiting for an answer. Since the first day he saw you around the company, he thought you looked extremely familiar. Like he had seen you before. Hell, it was like he knew you ages ago. But he wouldn't say it out loud, he might look like a creep.

You'd usually come like this to his spot just to talk and get into business, sometimes he'd go to ask you something he wasn't sure about from a call, but he never, ever herd from a complaint or that his work was shit from you. In fact, you were very kind and smart, always letting him know you were there if he needed anything. And you were pretty. So damn beautiful that you got his heart agitated and his body aching when you bent over a desk wearing tight black pencil skirts and those matching high stockings. He began to think probably you liked him but you used to get close to all of your employees on the tech support floor. You were just being nice to everyone.

"Uh, sure. I can do that," Sam curved his lips into a smile.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver! I'll send you those in your email, ask me anything if it's difficult, okay?"

You responded with happy demeanour and quickly walked away back to your office, leaving him alone before he had the moment to say something. Just two minutes later he received an email from you with a bunch of reports and data to organize.

Sam scanned the files quickly while hearing the sounds of a chair rolling to his side.

"I think she likes you, man," Ian, the messy and chill coworker of his, teased. Sam chuckled.

"Nah, she's just nice to everyone. Besides, she needs help."

Suddenly, a notification popped from the side of his screen on the computer.

It was a message from you. It read:

Put on the headphones and listen to some music if you want ;)

"You were saying?" Ian joked again.

He smiled. Well, at least he'd be off the phone. Shouldn't be that hard, right?

The night fell and Sam found himself alone on his desk at eight o'clock working on your reports. Seeing the long reports and files he thought could make it on time to finish his shift at four and leave on time. It was fucking Friday. Poor him.

At least you ordered delivery for dinner for both of you. The good thing was that he wasn't really alone on the floor, you were in your office but soft music played as you worked on your stuff. Moments later, you found yourself sitting by Sam's side as he worked the final things on the last report.

"It's done," he announced, his body falling to the backrest of his chair.

"Thanks," you whispered shyly as he sent the finished files back to you. "I'm so sorry though, it's so late."

"Well, didn't have anything to do either."

"Really?!"

Your surprise made his eyes fall on you. He shrugged. "Just sleep."

You raised your eyebrows. "I thought maybe a girlfriend was waiting for you or something?"

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "No, nothing like that."

The question was odd coming from you, so he decided to play a little.

"What about you?"

This time you shook your head. "Just my books and my TV."

Sam hummed. "It's a boring life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well I get to pay my bills by the end of the month... And I meet nice people here... And I see you- Sorry."

You cut off your words all of a sudden, your eyes blinking rapidly saying you realized what you just said.

"My bad. We should get going."

You gave him a smile to try and brush off your words, but they were strong enough to get in Sam's head unnoticed. He watched you walk away, turning your computer and lights off on your office as Sam did the same on his spot. Once done, you walked out the floor together in silence.

"Thank you again. I don't think no one would ever do this for me here," you admitted with a deep exhale.

"Yeah, no problem," Sam smiled kindly as you got closer to the elevator.

"Really, I owe you. Do you have a car to get home or something? I can give you a ride if you need."

"I do, don't worry," he said as you stopped in front of the elevator, the doors opening.

"Great, so I think this is it," you grinned at him. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. I hope you have a good weekend, boss."

You nodded. "You too, Sam. Take care."

He saw you disappearing inside the elevator with a wave of your hand and a beautiful smile on your face. With a sigh, he made his way to the locker room and took his briefcase and stuff out. It was just a couple of minutes that he saw you leaving when he went back to the elevator. Checking his watch, the lift arrived and before he could get inside, he got a shocking picture in front of him.

Dean Smith, the marketing director, had you pinned against the wall and kissing down your neck. Your blouse unbuttoned, skirt up, lips open and eyes closed in bliss. Dean noticed the doors were open, pulling away his plump lips from your skin.

"Sorry buddy, wrong floor," he beamed and pushed the right button.

When you opened your eyes once again, you met Sam's open mouth and wide eyes as the doors closed. Great, now he might think you're a slut. 

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 22: Omegaverse

No Knot November | @em-bitterred Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,083 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Mating Cycles/In HeatPast, Rape/Non-con, Non-Con/Rape Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Non-con elements with sabotaged birth control/condom usage, reddit advice, Getting Together Summary: I (25/m/o) made a big deal out of observing No Knot November and now I’m afraid of telling my friends I failed Or Dean Winchester turns to the /r/NoKnotNovember community for advice after failing his No Knot November pledge

Scenting Lesson | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,417 Main Tags/Warnings: Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Scenting, First Kiss, Fluff, Happy Ending Summary: Having grown up in a cult, Castiel has never learned how to scent properly. When a hot alpha moves in across the hall, he seems dead set on changing that.

Crossing Paths | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,544 Main Tags/Warnings: Angel of Death Castiel, Hunter Dean, Human Dean, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Scenting, Talk about death, talk about suicide Summary: Only Dean Winchester could fall in love with Death. - In which Castiel is an angel of death, and one particularly stubborn hunter keeps cheating him.

I'll Show You Heaven If You Let Me | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,325 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Castiel, Mob Grunt Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Protective Castiel, Hurt Dean Winchester, Sam Is Kind Of A Dick, He Gets Better, Eventual Happy Ending, Revenge, Or Justice, BAMF Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Saw Wesson, Alpha Sam Wesson Summary: Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him. The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?

Inevitably Yours | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,303 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!John, Alpha!Sam, alpha!Castiel, forced mating, Arranged Marriage, nonconsensual drug use, Angst with a Happy Ending, Challenges, alpha/alpha is frowned upon, good dad john, Pining, Fluff, bottom!Dean/Top!Cas (but they do switch in general) Summary: Dean Winchester is set to challenge Castiel Novak for an omega’s hand. Being given additional (and illegal) alpha hormones before the fight has some unwanted side effects on Dean that he wishes to keep secret. Locked in a room for the night while the Pack Alphas decide what to do, Dean and Castiel disappear into the night as their only option. Dean needs to figure out his feelings for his companion, lust from the drugs or real…

Living in a Haze | @girlsvmonsters Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,000 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, polyamory, non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alpha/omega, top castiel/bottom dean winchester, omega dean winchester, alpha castiel, past sam/dean, mildly dubious consent, threats of rape/non-con, alternate universe, post-apocalypse Summary: The world has ended, literally. Zombies trample the place and devils devour souls for cheap thrills. But that doesn't bother Dean, who's gone a little crazy hanging out with the ghost of his dead brother. Dean isn't your typical omega. He's a hunter of pie who loves classic rock and decapitating the undead. Dean somehow attracts the unwanted attention of Lucifer Morningstar. Apparently he's got a thing for omegas with smart mouths. You could say he's especially smitten by Dean's ability to slip through his fingers. Devils do enjoy a good chase. As Dean thwarts the Prince of Utter Darkness he winds up falling into the arms of a horny alpha angel. Dean soon learns his guardian angel comes with a lot of ungodly baggage, one bag in the form of an incredibly annoying she devil who has a sinfully talented tongue. And then somehow Dean is part of a trio. A hunter, angel, and demon. It's an endless rollercoaster filled with horror, sex, and pie. So buckle up folks, cause there is never a dull day in hell.

The Ruse | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,292 Main Tags/Warnings: Prince Dean, Commoner Cas, Strangers to Lovers, False Identity, Mistaken Identity, First Time, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Virgin Castiel, Happy Ending Summary: Castiel, a lowly commoner, is supposed to travel to the Winchester kingdom as a decoy, posing as Prince James who is to mate Prince Samuel of Winchester. On the way, he gets kidnapped by a group of bandits, led by a rugged alpha outlaw with an alluring scent. He has no idea that ‘Dean’ is actually the elder Winchester prince, heir to the throne, who has his own agenda.

The Stars Will Remember | @casblackfeathers Rating: Explicit Word Count: 60,997 Main Tags/Warnings: omega!castiel, alpha!dean, amnesia, established relationship, mutual pining, break up and make up, angst with a happy ending, hurt!castiel, hurt and comfort, sweet!dean, bottom!castiel Summary: Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

Perdition | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 233,955 Main Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sickness & Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive Behavior, BDSM, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural)Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Sadist Castiel/Masochist Dean Winchester, Heavy Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Extremely Dubious Consent, Sexual Coercion, Abuse Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Biological Dom/sub, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Psychologist Dean Winchester, Mentions of Rape and Non-Con outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Medicinal Drug Use, Suicidal Thoughts, BAMF Dean Winchester, A pregnant woman dies, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Additional Warnings Apply Summary: It has been two years since Looking Glass. Two years since they met. Two years since they fell in love. Two years since Alastair came after him. Two years since Lucifer tried to kill them. Two years since Dean sat vigil by Castiel's bedside praying to a deity he doesn't believe in. Two years of healing, discovery and postcard-perfect moments. Two years... yet still the ghosts of their fathers haunt them.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

So I'm watching It's a Terrible Life while I'm eating lunch, as ya do, and I noticed that Ed and Harry specifically call out the Winchesters in the video that Sam Wesson and Dean Smith watch to learn how to fight ghosts. I can't help but think it would be hilarious if, once the leviathans come into play and have their little cosplay murder spree, if people made the connection and Ed and Harry got interviewed by some true crime investigator type person.

[samanddean76]

Master Post for Kinktober 2023 Fics by SamandDean76 on Ao3

Oct 1st - Call Me Anytime - Phone Sex - Dom Sam/Sub Dean

Oct 2nd - Dreams Given Form - Size Kink - Sam/Dean

Oct 3rd - Baby (Boy) Doll - Panty Kink - Sam/Dean

Oct 4th - What Can I Get For You? - Exhibitionism - Sam/Dean

Oct 5th - One Night Angel - One Night Stand - Gabriel/Sam

Oct 6th - The Devil Is In The Details - Cock Cages - Jack/Demon Dean

Oct 7th - Backroad Memories - Cockwarming - Sam/Dean

Oct 8th - What Have We Here? - Piercings - Sam/Dean

Oct 9th - Not An Ordinary Sacrifice - Bestiality - Human Sam/Wolf Dean

Oct 10th - His Perfectly Good Boy - Wing Kink & Praise Kink - Gabriel/Sam

Oct 11th - Don't Speak - Deepthroating - Boy King Of Hell Sam/Consort To The Ruler Of Hell Dean

Oct 12th - Alas, Such A Pity - Felching - Endverse Castiel/Dean

Oct 13th - For Always? - Spitroasting - Omega Jimmy/Alpha Dean/Alpha Sam

Oct 13th - Two Is Better Than One - Spitroasting - Sam/Dean/Clay Miller

Oct 14th - Feels So Good - Sensation Play - Sub Sam/Dom Dean

Oct 15th - Keep Your Hands To Yourself - Lapdance - Sam/Dean

Oct 16th - Holding His Sammy Tight - Cuddling - Sam/Dean

Oct 17th - Wicked Games - Role Play - Sam/Dean

Oct 18th - An Evening Out - Bondage - Dom Sam Wesson/Sub Dean Smith

Oct 19th - See That You Do - Striptease - Sam/Dean

Oct 20th - To Love, Honor, & Cherish - Impregnation - Omega Castiel/Omega Gabriel/ Alpha Sam

Oct 21st - The Ride Of His Life - 69 - Sam Campbell/Dean Winchester

Oct 22nd - Bold Words - Edging - Sam/Lucifer

Oct 23rd - Don't Torture Him - BDSM - Dom Jimmy/Sub Dean/Dom Sam

Oct 24th - Teacher's Pet - Mpreg - Omega Castiel/Alpha Sam

Oct 25th - Educational Channels - Daddy Kink - Jack/Dean

Oct 26th - Unexpected Complications - Fuck-Or-Die - Alpha John/Omega Sam

Oct 27th - Shush Now - Gags - Soulless Sam/Dean

Oct 28th - Do You Take This Archangel - Wedding Night - Gabriel/Sam

Oct 29th - Win/Win - Coming Untouched - Sam/Dean

Oct 30th - Negotiations - Grace Kink - Boy King Of Hell Sam/Angel Dean

Oct 31st - Not Their First Lifetime Together - Free Space - Jensen/Jared

[destieltaggedfic]

Canon Divergence - Part 8

Human Connection - 3tuxedocats   Ao3

Set Pre S1.  Benched by John for stuffing up a hunt, Dean travels around and decides to explore his sexuality.  Along the way he meets Cas, who he connects properly with and takes the opportunity to go back to him, whenever a hunt takes him to the area.  Eventually the way Cas treats him shows Dean the problems in John’s treatment of him.

Word Count: 21k                              Non-Graphic Sex

Father Knows Best – DarkHeartInTheSky   Ao3

Set S8 AU. In the wake of Dean and Cas returning from purgatory together and something more than they were before, everything is going well until John Winchester turns up alive.  Not trusting that Cas isn’t a danger to his boys, he plots to get rid of this supernatural creature, not expecting that the brothers won’t give him up so easily.

Word Count: 81k                              No Sex

I'll Keep It Through Tomorrow – stratiotis   Ao3

Set S10 AU.  When Dean killed Cas during their fight, he disappeared, isolating himself in a small cottage.  Sam has tried everything to find him, and his last ditch attempt is to bring Cas back to life to help him.  But Cas isn’t about to betray Dean’s location so leaves Sam behind to find Dean himself.

Word Count: 43k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

A Hero of His Own Story – ioascc   Ao3

Set S6AU.  On one of Chuck’s alternate earths, Sam and Dean weren’t the main characters.  The apocalypse was handled by another pair of brothers and Dean runs into one on a hunt.  When he gets injured, Tim Wesson calls for the angel that raised him from hell to heal Dean and then Castiel starts turning up on Dean’s hunts.

Word Count: 27k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

Burning the days – temporalranger   Live Journal

Set S4 AU.  Early in the apocalypse Dean thought ‘fuck it’ and made a move on Cas.  Cas discovered he had the ability to get Dean to do one thing without argument, have sex.  They were fine with this until Sam stuck his nose in.  Now Cas is on the run from heaven and the Winchesters are on the run from the feds.

Word Count: 25k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

[liopleurodean]

Season 4, Episode 17: It's A Terrible Life

Ken doll Dean!

Oh no, where's Baby

DEAN WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY

A SALAD???

That sounds awesome actually

Yeah, Sam, you do

Yikes

Not a cubicle job

SMITH AND WESSON

HAVE YOU TRIED TURNING IT OFF AND ON AGAIN

Man, tech support is whack

Wowww

That's horrifying

Yikes

He's dreaming of the real world

Liar

What'd I say

Wakey wakey, Sam

Now Sam's getting suspicious

This'll be an interesting conversation

Seriously? Even then?

This is going well

Dean probably thinks he's crazy

The elevator buttons 💀

Okay, Sam

Probably cause you're stealing

Dude

Probably cause of all the porn

That was stupid

Dude, I'm sorry, but your data is gone

Something's up

No

That's horrifying

Yeah, that's not the issue here

Dean's starting to get suspicious

That's strange

He just had a visit from HR

I bet it's HR that's doing it

Oh, hi Dean

Oh geez, Windows Vista. That's a fast way to date the show

He is not okay

What is up with HR

Dean is concerned

Ghosts?

That's disturbing

Is he gonna stab himself with a pencil?

Yup

Spooky

Call 911, dude

Back to the daily grind

Okay, Mr. Smith

They are both so confused

He saw one

Yup!

Not much evidence right now

I mean, yeah, but no

He is tech support

That's strange

Do it now

He's the next victim

Spooky

That works

Ouch

Who is this guy?

Hey, iron!

25-ish years experience, that's how

Instead of beer, it's some whack health drink

Not wrenches, iron

I mean, he's not wrong

Cause it should be Winchester

True Dean

Oh man

Yikes

Not the Ghostfacers

It is

Oh great

Good job

That's insane

THE 2008 RECESSION

That's wild

Important distinction

Eyyy

Sure they do

Don't forget to salt them first though

This is killing me

Wait. Flip phones had a walkie-talkie mode?

Uh oh, security

You got this, Dean

That's ominous

Well crap

Get out now

Sam. Get out

Oh no

Not mentally, no

That's a lot of stairs

Yeah

He's back

Good job!

Now salt and burn the gloves

Come on, Sam

They're probably still high on adrenaline

Yup!

Exactly, Dean

This is wild

Brothers actually, but details

Hey, Stanford

WHAT

Asdfghjkl Maddie the werewolf right?

He does, but it's pretty hard to believe

Answer the phone, Sam

Or maybe don't, actually

It's giving Office Space

Yeah, they had no idea

He was up pretty late last night

Whoaaa

I bet this is Chicago

He's figuring it out

Nope!

Whoa, saturation

Angels. I should have known

Dean's back!

Right

Sure, I guess

Dean, what did you think he meant?

That has so many implications

A lot of pressure for one guy

I'd pay to see that

Mm, sure

He's gonna do it

[macamadamia]

A Bet over a Game of Pool

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51611989

Ship: Soulless Sam Winchester/Sex Worker Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Total Word Count: 1,759

When he went to Stanford he severed nearly all ties to his family and stopped being Sammy Winchester, brother and son, and became Samuel Wesson, Harvard graduate and junior law partner. His colleagues at the firm call him Soulless Sam behind his back. He’s come to this bar out in the boonies, slumming it and looking to blow off steam, and there’s only one man he’s interested in. Dean.

The bar is just the other side of seedy, and not the usual place Sam Wesson, youngest junior partner in the firm’s history and current star on the rise at Crowley Black and Adler, would usually choose to hang out.

The floor sticks to the soles of his loafers, and even though he’s dressed down for the night, the jeans and button up shirt he’s wearing cost more than most of the cars parked haphazardly in the badly lit lot outside.

He looks as out of place as he feels, but it’s the kind of place where you don’t pay too much attention to the people around you, so you don’t have any details to give the cops when they come asking questions.

It’s the kind of place Sam might have been at home in back before Stanford, before Harvard. Before he severed almost all ties with his past and stopped being John Winchester’s biggest disappointment, stopped being Sammy Winchester with the floppy hair and goodwill clothes, and became Samuel Wesson, top graduate in his class and most likely to end up a Justice of the Supreme Court.

In earshot, his colleagues call him the wunderkind and toast his successes, but he knows what they say about him behind his back and behind closed doors, and he knows what they actually think of him. He doesn’t spare it a thought though, he’s not out to make friends and there are worse things to be known as than Soulless Sam.

Sam weaves his way through a haze of alcohol fumes, low lighting, and the heavy thump-thump of swampy stomp music, heading towards the bar. A woman twice his age and then some stops him with a hand on his chest, long blood-red fingernails tapping to the beat of the music as she leans into his space with a smile and a husky-voiced proposition.

“You wanna go have some fun, dearie?” She’s probably aiming for seductive, but misses and hits predatory instead, pairing it with sharp eyes that sweep him from head to toe. 

Sam lifts her hand, placing it back by her side. “Not tonight, you don’t have what I’m looking for.”

Her eyes narrow for a second, then she laughs, deep and throaty. “You’ll be wanting our Dean, then, dearie. Play nice with him, he’s a good boy.” She nods towards the bar.

Towards Dean.

He’s angled towards him, sipping from a bottle and watching the crowd, and Sam takes a moment to drink in the sight from a distance.

Heavy boots and dark jeans, ripped at the knees and thigh. Ripped Led Zep t-shirt and a flannel tied around his waist, black tattoo curling up over the top of his t-shirt towards his neck and down his arm towards his hand.

When he clocks Sam watching, he lifts his bottle and toasts him from across the room.

Sam weaves through the crowd, pulled toward Dean like a compass needle to north.

He’s only a few years older than Sam and it was clear he’d been a pretty boy once upon a time, a decade and a half of hard living had left a toll on his features. There are lines on his face, a scar on his forehead, and no softness in the glint of his eyes or the hard set of mouth.

“You lookin’ for a good time, kid?” he drawls, leaning back against the bar on his elbows. Sam’s eyes are drawn to the bare strip of skin visible above the low-slung jeans as his t-shirt rides up.

“I’m always up for a good time, if I like the company.”

Dean places his empty bottle on the bar, signalling for the barman. “Buy me a beer, and we can have some fun.” He slides off the bar stool and winds his way through the middle of the dance floor, heading towards the pool tables in the back.

Sam pays the barman – cash only, on this little trip out to the boonies – and follows. His eyes on Dean, he feels a stir of anger as someone on the densely packed floor reaches out and grabs Dean’s wrist as he passes. Words are exchanged, too far away to be heard, but Dean’s laughter rings out and reaches his ears. He grinds up against the unknown dancer for a few seconds, while hands grope his ass and chest.

Another flurry of hushed words and money changes hands. He throws a wink over his shoulder as he leaves, beckoning Sam to follow.

Sam seeks out the handsy dancer on his way through the crowd but can’t make them out. It’s probably for the best, his desire to snap fingers and wrist bones is simmering beneath an oily film of jealousy.

When he finally reaches the pool tables, Dean his bent over racking the balls. He doesn’t even flinch when Sam presses against his ass, leaning over and bracketing him against the table, and licks a stripe up the side of his neck.

“I didn’t like that little performance, Dean.” He bites collarbone, hard. “I don’t want to see it again.”

“Jealous much, Sammy?”

Sam grabs a handful of Dean’s hair, pulling his head to one side in a painful grip. “It’s Sam. Don’t call me Sammy.”

Dean meets his look, an emotion flashing across his eyes that’s close enough to fear to cause Sam’s cock to stir, and nods. “Sure thing, Sam.”

Sam releases his grip and slaps Dean’s ass. “Let’s play some pool.”

Dean plays like a hustler, even when he’s playing against Sam who’s seen every trick in his book. The dollars they play for as so low that Sam barely considers them stakes, but he knows that Dean’s mind is calculating, counting every nickel and dime, and weighing it up against the cost of rent, and food, and fuel.

Sam also knows that the watch he wears, on its own, would pay a full year’s the rent on whatever shitbox apartment Dean’s living in. If he hasn’t gone back to living in his car, that is. He wouldn’t know, he doesn’t ask questions and he doesn’t care about the answer.

Dean is winning when he puts his watch on the table, and Sam thinks there’s something obscene about the five-figure watch lying on a pile of ones and fives, but Dean doesn’t seem to notice. He’s been hustling pool for as long as Sam can remember, not even the great John Winchester himself could beat Dean when he didn’t want to lose.

He’s still winning when he offers Sam offers double or nothing. He accepts, aware Dean has no way of meeting the bet.

Dean loses the very next game.

Sam takes his watch back, slips it back over his wrist, and pockets the notes and change. “You owe me just about $45,000.” He steps into Dean’s personal space. “Just how do you plan on paying me, Dean?”

His brother laughs, low and throaty. “How about I pay you back with goods and services.” He puts a hand on Sam’s cheek, drawing him into a deep kiss. Sam quickly takes control, chasing Dean’s mouth, a hand behind his head to hold him in place. It’s rough and violent, and they only break apart when Sam allows it.

“You might be a good whore, Dean, but you’re not forty-five grand worth of ass.”

Again, something shifts behind Dean’s eyes, and Sam savours it, before he covers it with a lascivious grin. “Call it an instalment plan.”

There’s a fire door leading to the alley behind the bar, and Dean shoulders his way through it without looking back, clearly confident that Sam will follow.

He does.

Dean is waiting for him on the other side and pulls him towards a darkened corner. Out here, the low thump-thump of the music from the bar rides on warm and muggy air. The alleyway stinks with the smell of garbage and piss, and other odours Sam doesn’t want to think about. 

He’ll have to send his shoes out to be cleaned when he gets home.

He drops to his knees, heedless of the dirt and filth on the ground, one hand grabbing at Sam’s belt and pulling him closer. Seeing Dean kneeling in front of him, green eyes looking up at him through his once-upon-a-time pretty boy lashes, his tongue flicking across his bow mouth, is enough to send Sam teetering towards the edge.

Dean’s hands are deft and expert on his belt buckle, the button and zip on his slacks, and Sam groans as he pulls his fully erect cock out. Dean licks a strip up the underside, his tongue lingering on the tip, teasing at the slit.

Sam leans forward, one hand against the wall, one hand digging into Dean’s hair. He gasps the words out, “No hands, Dean.” Dean obeys, hands behind his back, right wrist gripping the left.

They make eye contact and Dean offers him a wink before he takes his cock in his mouth. His tongue swirls before he swallows it down, his nose pressing against Sam’s pubic hair. His throat works for a few moments, and he never breaks eye contact as he slowly releases Sam’s cock until it pops out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them.

He mouths at Sam’s balls, taking each one in his mouth in turn while Sam’s cock drags against the flesh of his face, leaving a sticky trail of precum and saliva in its wake. Dean moves back to his cock, head bobbing as he draws it in and out of his mouth, drawing it deeper and deeper each time he comes up for breath.

Sam tangled a fist into Dean’s hair, and pushes his hips forward, taking control. Dean lets him set the pace. It’s rough and brutal, and leaves Dean struggling for air. 

He pulls out at the last moment, wrenching Dean’s head back and shooting strands of cum onto his face. It coats his eyelashes, the freckles across his face, his hair.

Dean is still kneeling on the ground, drawing in deep and shuddering breaths, while Sam pulls his slacks up, buttoning them and buckling his belt. He pulls a money clip out of his pocket and peels a twenty out. He drops it at the ground between Dean’s knees.

Dean snatches the $20 note up and stuffs it into his pocket, before pulling out a tissue and wiping his face. His voice is hoarse, but he manages to shout out “See you next time, Sammy!” as his brother leaves the alleyway.

[ladylilithprime]

Fluff Is My Jamstiel - Masterlist

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence

Summary: When a young man dies and the grieving family loudly proclaim that their child was killed by a witch, hunters John Castiel and James Constantine Novak are on the case. What they find isn't nearly so simple as a demon-dealing witch killing for power they can gank and be done with it, nor does it make it any easier for the brothers to just move on to the next case. This is the story of how natural witch and herbalist Sam Winchester met the infamous Novak brothers and gave two weary hunters a place to finally call home... but just the fluffy parts.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Status: Complete

Read Chronologically on AO3

Day One - Hello (Twirl Around And Take A Chance)

When a young man dies and the grieving family loudly proclaim that their child was killed by a witch, hunters John Castiel and James Constantine Novak are on the case. What they find isn't nearly so simple as a demon-dealing witch killing for power they can gank and be done with it, nor does it make it any easier for the brothers to just move on to the next case. This is the story of how natural witch and herbalist Sam Winchester met the infamous Novak brothers.

Day Two - Soft (Too Magical To Touch)

Gathering a pair of waterlogged hunters in from the rain and putting them in some of his own old clothes ends up putting some thoughts into Sam Winchester’s mind. Thoughts he probably should have been expecting.

Day Three - Anniversary (Gonna Make This Place Your Home)

There aren’t very many wholly positive types of annual events and remembrances in the life of a hunter, even a former hunter turned witch. Even some of the happiest moments in Sam Winchester’s life have shadows of pain and fear attached to them. His lovers remind him that he has at least one more he can count to celebrate.

Day Four - Starlight (A Sky Full Of Stars)

Seasons change, but the way you experience them changing can change as well. Cas reflects on the different perspectives he has had over the course of his life and how glad he is for the one he has now.

Day Five - Amber (For Dear Honor's Sake)

While Sam, Jimmy, and Cas have an amorous night in, Dean and Bones share a more introspective night of drink and companionship.

Day Six - Stretch (Reach And Flexibility)

The hunt wrapped up faster than expected, meaning John Castiel and James Constantine Novak can make a detour back to Palo Alto, California, that much sooner. When they actually use the spare key that Sam Wesson gave them, however, they discover that their witch friend is a bit more bendy than either of them realized.

Day Seven - Cloak (Keep My Love Warm)

There were benefits to being openly known as a witch in northern California. Occasional drawbacks, but the benefits mostly outweighed them.

Day Eight - Callous (All Is Fair In Love And Paintball)

Contrary to Sam’s assumption that he wouldn’t be seeing the Novak brothers at all often, if he even saw them again at all, Palo Alto has seen a surprising uptick in visits from the hunter twins. Dean is suspicious, and determined to conduct his own testing of their mettle if they think they can just come courting his baby brother.

Day Nine - Breezy (Through The Wind And The Chill)

The Novak brothers heard quite a bit about Sam’s impressive handmade cloak long before they had the opportunity to see it in use. Cas regrets that he wasn’t in shape to properly appreciate it at the time.

Day Ten - Thunder (I Was Lightning Before)

Sleeping through a thunderstorm isn’t the easiest thing to do, but for John Castiel Novak the experience ends up a bit more fraught than even a frightened familiar could make it.

Day Eleven - Immaculate (From This Moment On)

Sam Winchester finds himself reflecting on the passage of time and the twists that life can throw at your plans as he stands with his old friends to be named godfather to their second child. His new friends help, in their own way.

Day Twelve - Shell (A Fence Ain't A Comfortable Seat) (Chapter Two)

When Bobby Singer got the call that one of his adopted sons had been shot, he couldn’t have guessed that flying out to Palo Alto, California, would also put him back in contact with another pair of brothers he wished he could have adopted before their father got them killed.

Day Thirteen - Pride (Carry Over, Knit Three Together)

Sam Winchester first learned to knit from a demon, not that he knew that at the time. Over the years, knitting played an important role in Sam’s life and the lives of his loved ones, some in unexpected ways, but mostly just as signs of his care for them and them for him.

Day Fourteen - Free Space/Soulmates (The Space Where You Reside In Me)

John Castiel and James Constantine Novak don’t just share a soul bond like most twins and close siblings do, they share a soul, and for them it’s a little more literal - and dangerous - than for most siblings. Sam understands, and is there to support them, holding Cas together while a sedated Jimmy fights for survival on the operating table.

Day Fifteen - Reward (We're Rising, We're Soaring)

Samantha Maxine Moore has been looking forward to this ever since she got her perfect report card. Sam Winchester-Novak doesn’t mind indulging his goddaughter in her somewhat literal flights of fancy.

Day Sixteen - Glow (Shine On, Harvest Moon)

Sam Winchester was tentatively willing to take his hunter friends John Castiel and James Constantine Novak at their word that they not only wouldn’t mind seeing him performing his usual sabbat rituals but would actually be honored to participate with him, but he still figured it would be best to start off with a relatively light ritual. It goes much better than he could have imagined..

Day Seventeen - Blessed (Do You Believe In Miracles)

James Constantine Novak is very tired of being stuck in the hospital with healing chest wounds. Still, it beats being dead, and there are certain people who make his situation a little more bearable.

Day Eighteen - Glide (Hydrotherapy)

Of all the places a pair of migrant hunters could get stuck while one of them heals from taking a shotgun blast to the chest, it’s a good thing the Novak twins were stuck somewhere close to their favorite witch.

Day Nineteen - Loop (The Future's So Bright)

When the emergency phone in the kitchen drawer started ringing, more than one person would end up thrown for a loop by who was on the other end and what was to unfold.

Day Twenty - Sink (Solace Written On The Wind)

A moment of quiet and peace amidst the saucers and soap suds and a sunny summer afternoon.

Day Twenty-One - Tender (Welcomed Back By The Lights)

Sam Winchester-Novak will not start worrying about his husbands being late returning from a hunt until they’re actually late. His goddaughters are very helpful at distracting him from worrying anyway.

Day Twenty-Two - Remember (Heart Thrown Wide Open)

The day of the funeral for Tyson Brady dawned clear, but as friends and family spoke and memories were shared the rains still came. That was okay. Rain just helps the garden grow stronger.

Day Twenty-Three - Crave (Wipe The Sleep Right From My Eyes)

Sam woke up with a craving. Fortunately, it was one he could do something about.

Day Twenty-Four - Bubbly (A Different Sort Of Date Night)

Sam was no stranger to babysitting after over four years of being Samantha Maxine Moore’s godfather. That wasn’t going to change now that he had two charges instead of just one, but he was still very glad to have Bones around as back-up.

Day Twenty-Five - Murmur (Say A Little Prayer)

A lazy Thursday afternoon in the tea shop rolls around to a theological discussion that takes a sudden turn for unexpected but arguably better.

Day Twenty-Six - Joy (Count On Me Like One, two, Three)

Step one was the paperwork. Step two was the private little ritual in the garden, just the three of them. Step three is the reception… with a few more people attending than they expected.

Day Twenty-Seven - Blaze (Gotta Wear Shades)

One could perhaps be forgiven for thinking one has the advantage when one is a Knight of Hell, used to moving freely without true challenge among mortals and who had already slaughtered the American branch of the most premiere secret society of supernatural researchers on the planet and gone through time to make sure the job got finished right. It wouldn’t stop one from being wrong, but that was another matter entirely.

Day Twenty-Eight - Goodbye (Heaven Ain't Close)

Creation didn’t begin in a garden, but some people liked to claim it did. John Castiel’s Novak’s world wouldn’t end in a garden, either, but he still had to face down the Archangel who used to be his brother and say so.

Thanks for reading!

[bigfan-fanfic]

He's a Mechanic. In California. (Male!Reader x Dean Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for AU in which Dean was the one who left, and Sam comes to find him and sees him with his boyfriend

Sam Winchester groans as he glances around the small town. Could you get any more domestic?

Then again, Dean never was one for big city life. Give him a motel, a bar that served the oiliest crap you'd ever tasted, and he was happy.

At least, that was how Sam remembered him. Hadn't seen him in a couple years, not since Sam had decided to give up on going to college, and Dean had vanished.

But he gets Dean's address from the "Wesson Auto Shop" and sneaks up one night.

He's 22, never been out of training, and he's spent the last few years being the only Winchester son hunting. He easily dodges the baseball bat swung at his head and after a rough skirmish, ends up with his knee planted on his brother's back, pinning his arms.

"Out of practice, big brother?"

And then the second baseball bat goes cracking across his face.

"Baby, it's okay! Hold up!"

Dean eventually calms the stranger down enough and goes to make sure Sam's alright. His jaw feels a little crooked, but nothing's broken.

Then Sam freezes, glancing at the man. Both he and Dean are in pajamas... and there's only one bedroom. Sam isn't stupid, even if he did quit the rest of the year of high school after Dean left.

"D-Dean, is this your boyfriend?" Sam glances at the man, almost appraisingly.

"Yup. Uh, Sam, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my baby brother, Sammy."

Sam smirks - Dean notices a little scar that wasn't there the last time they saw each other.

"Uh... what's wrong? You hate being called Sammy." Dean mumbles.

"That was back when I was a kid, Dean. I'm 22 now. I got bigger shit to worry about."

You roll your eyes. "You wanna tell me why you broke in, little brother?"

Sam chuckles. "Wanted to see if my big brother still had the stuff. Nice to see he found someone to take care of him."

You and Dean glare at him. You've heard horror stories of what Dean's dad was like and you'd like nothing more than to punch the man right in the face if you meet him. And you have no desire seeing the man who was your boyfriend through college get sucked back into family bullshit.

"Been hard to track you down, Dean. Specially since you changed your name from Winchester."

You notice Sam glance at you and you smirk. You're no dummy either. You know Sam is trying to catch you off guard, try to isolate Dean from you. Manipulative tall bitch.

Dean grunts. "So why did you track me down, Sam?"

"Can we talk about this alone?" Sam asks, glancing at you.

You scoff. "Either spit it out or get out of my apartment."

Dean nods in approval. "Yeah. Anything you got to say to me, you can say in front of him."

"O-kay. Dad's been gone for a few days, and he's not back."

"So? He's working overtime on a Miller Time shift, he'll be back."

Sam clears his throat. "Dad's been gone on a hunting trip for a few days, and he's not back yet."

Dean draws in breath and you growl at him. "I'm not leaving, so you might as well explain the emphasis on hunting. Judging from how much of an ass your dad is, I'm guessing he's... a poacher?"

Dean and Sam both look at you in disbelief. "Uh...."

You look at Sam. "Give us a moment, will you?"

Sam scoffs, but goes to stand out in the hall, and you pull Dean into the bedroom.

"Alright, Dean. Spill it."

Dean tugs at the collar around his neck that Sam still hadn't noticed, and sighs. "Okay. Well, I guess it all started after Sam was born..."

[the-moose-says-jerk]

Fanfic Rec - J2 - Miscellaneous

For the fics that I don’t know how to categorize.

Anegada: The Drowned Land by veronamay

Jared washes ashore on a remote Caribbean island after a devastating shipwreck. The only person he can find to help him is a brusque, misanthropic natural historian who declares he only wants solitude, but whose eyes say something else altogether.

At Your Doorstep by nutkin

Jared is unemployed and addicted to the Home Shopping Network; Jensen works for UPS.

Dragon’s Heart by CrowYoNami

Jensen is the next in line to become Chief of their clan. To earn his place, first, he must complete a quest to prove his worth. Thankfully, he is given aid in the form of the head warrior, Jared to help protect him. Perhaps with both their skills they will be able to complete the seemingly impossible task of obtaining the dragon’s heart. Jensen never thought he would find something more valuable than his title along the journey. But can Jensen return home with both the dragon’s heart and his own intact? Or will their return rip Jared away from his arms?

Emotichromism by dont_hate_meo1

Emotichromism - the ability to project your emotions through your hair color. Jared is one of only a few million people in the world that shows their emotions in this way. It makes him unique, but he has been teased throughout his young life and with the death of his mother, it drove him to silence. His father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan will do anything in his power to see his son happy again. Including, making a deal with millionaire Jensen Ackles, without taking into account what his son wants or needs. Of course, there will always be the bad guy who turns everything upside down - enter Tahmoh Penikett. Let the story begin.

Forced Entry by virtualpersonal

Captain Winchester doesn’t like people messing around in his mind. He’s had some run-ins with telepaths and he hates them all. Too bad he's been paired up to work with Sam Wesson, one of the highest rated Telepaths in the Tel Unit.

Healing the Strong by CrowNoYami

When Jared is forced to leave the Colosseum, having gotten injured in his last fight which almost cost his him life, Richard his manager has the idea of buying the gladiator a slave to help care for him. Young Jensen wasn’t like the other slaves at the market, his eyes burned with defiance and in his youth was a strength rarely shown in slaves. Having a slave in his home wasn’t what Jared wanted, but as they spend their days together it could be just what he needs.

Malibu Jared by _mournthewicked

Jensen Ackles has a successful career, great friends, and an amazing little girl. His love life is pretty much nonexistent, but he’s okay with that. The same can’t be said for Ryan. She knows her daddy deserves all the happiness in the world, so she calls on her overactive imagination to make a wish that will change their lives forever. Jensen appreciates the sentiment, but that doesn’t make him any less surprised when he wakes up to find that not only did her wish come true, it’s sleeping in his bed. 

Man in the Water by morrezela

From the spnkink_meme Prompt: “Jared has taken to waking up really early in the morning so that he can get a prime spot - every morning he spies on Jensen who swims/baths in the lake in forest. Jared thinks that Jensen is beautiful, but he, Jared, is too shy to talk to him. Jared has taken to leaving little tokens for Jensen to find - a carving, flowers, a fluffy towel - anything he can think of to get Jensen to smile.”

Olly Olly Oxen Free, A Gift for You and Me by nyxocity

Consensual gangbang; Jensen surprises Jared, Jensen in charge.

The Night That Almost Happened by soulmatecest

Six years ago, Jared Padalecki almost had the best night of his life with his brother’s best friend — and long time crush—, Jensen Ackles. Or that was until Jensen ruined everything arguing that he couldn’t get involved with his best friend’s little brother, unintentionally breaking Jared’s heart and his will to stick around after being rejected.

Jared uprooted and moved to New York, vowing to never cross paths with Jensen again. Sadly, his efforts go to hell when Jeff and Adrianne’s wedding invitation arrives attached with a big problem: Jensen is his brother’s best man.

After not being able to completely get over Jensen in the past years, Jared decides that if erasing Jensen from his life didn’t help him forget, then maybe sleeping with him during his brother’s wedding will bring him some sort of closure. But getting someone in bed after ignoring them for six years is no piece of cake, especially when Jared realizes that Jensen has been waiting a long time to see him and this time he’s not letting Jared run away.

Tidelines by phoenix1966

After five years together, Jared's boyfriend just left him one day with no note, explanation or way to contact him.

Eight months later, still struggling with a broken heart, Jared finds himself in the wilds of Alaska for a corporate retreat, reunited with his long lost lover.

But has fate brought them together only to tear them apart forever?

You Can Be the Boss by thorkiship18

Jared's 18, and he thinks he's got it all figured out. He believes that he has all the guys on a short leash, that he can make them all bend to his will with a few cute words.

But he soon meets a man who forces him to think about who's actually in control.

It’s been a hot minute since I read some of these. Please let me know if you stumble on some bottom!jensen so I can add a disclaimer.

[the-moose-says-j3rk]

Fic Recs - J2 - Miscellaneous

Anegada: The Drowned Land by veronamay

Jared washes ashore on a remote Caribbean island after a devastating shipwreck. The only person he can find to help him is a brusque, misanthropic natural historian who declares he only wants solitude, but whose eyes say something else altogether.

At Your Doorstep by nutkin

Jared is unemployed and addicted to the Home Shopping Network; Jensen works for UPS.

Dragon’s Heart by CrowYoNami

Jensen is the next in line to become Chief of their clan. To earn his place, first, he must complete a quest to prove his worth. Thankfully, he is given aid in the form of the head warrior, Jared to help protect him. Perhaps with both their skills they will be able to complete the seemingly impossible task of obtaining the dragon’s heart. Jensen never thought he would find something more valuable than his title along the journey. But can Jensen return home with both the dragon’s heart and his own intact? Or will their return rip Jared away from his arms?

Emotichromism by dont_hate_meo1

Emotichromism - the ability to project your emotions through your hair color. Jared is one of only a few million people in the world that shows their emotions in this way. It makes him unique, but he has been teased throughout his young life and with the death of his mother, it drove him to silence. His father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan will do anything in his power to see his son happy again. Including, making a deal with millionaire Jensen Ackles, without taking into account what his son wants or needs. Of course, there will always be the bad guy who turns everything upside down - enter Tahmoh Penikett. Let the story begin.

Forced Entry by virtualpersonal

Captain Winchester doesn’t like people messing around in his mind. He’s had some run-ins with telepaths and he hates them all. Too bad he's been paired up to work with Sam Wesson, one of the highest rated Telepaths in the Tel Unit.

Healing the Strong by CrowNoYami

When Jared is forced to leave the Colosseum, having gotten injured in his last fight which almost cost his him life, Richard his manager has the idea of buying the gladiator a slave to help care for him. Young Jensen wasn’t like the other slaves at the market, his eyes burned with defiance and in his youth was a strength rarely shown in slaves. Having a slave in his home wasn’t what Jared wanted, but as they spend their days together it could be just what he needs.

Malibu Jared by _mournthewicked

Jensen Ackles has a successful career, great friends, and an amazing little girl. His love life is pretty much nonexistent, but he’s okay with that. The same can’t be said for Ryan. She knows her daddy deserves all the happiness in the world, so she calls on her overactive imagination to make a wish that will change their lives forever. Jensen appreciates the sentiment, but that doesn’t make him any less surprised when he wakes up to find that not only did her wish come true, it’s sleeping in his bed.

Man in the Water by morrezela

From the spnkink_meme Prompt: “Jared has taken to waking up really early in the morning so that he can get a prime spot - every morning he spies on Jensen who swims/baths in the lake in forest. Jared thinks that Jensen is beautiful, but he, Jared, is too shy to talk to him. Jared has taken to leaving little tokens for Jensen to find - a carving, flowers, a fluffy towel - anything he can think of to get Jensen to smile.”

Olly Olly Oxen Free, A Gift for You and Me by nyxocity

Consensual gangbang; Jensen surprises Jared, Jensen in charge.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester

@firefly-graphics For Dividers 

Sam Winchester Master List 2.0

Glasses- The reader only now notices the Sam has glasses, which only causes the reader to have a hard time focusing on anything but Sam. 

Thoughts- When Sam gets cursed and hears everything Y/n thinks.

Disney- Movie night turns into a Disney movie marathon with the reader.

Running Away- Y/n learns she pregnant after only being with Sam for a few months. She's just so scared.

Trouble makers- Getting into trouble is all they have ever known.

Together at last- Sam and Dean come back to the bunker after a rather rough hunt all they want is their girl.

Its cold outside- Opening Christmas gifts AU! Sam and Y/n realize they both bought each other the same gift. They also watch the snowfall.

Surprise- Sams's 38th birthday. Spent hunting and learning.

Out of the closet- Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think, NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother.

Love or hate - Is it really love at first sight when you loath each other?

On my way- AU!Police Officer! Sam gets a 911 call with a frantic caller saying that's she's being abused. He tries his hardest to regain his anger.

Look at you- When the CEO of Wesson incorporated needs a way to release, and also spend his money he finds someone who's willing to be his sugar baby. (AU!SamWesson!SugarDaddy)

Laundry Day- Two weeks is all the Winchesters until they've got to do their laundry and today just so happens to be day 15.

The way it feels- When Dean comments on Sam's new look, Y/n comes to show Sam just how much she loves the new look.

Dream 2.0 - Y/n has a great dream about her favorite fictional character. Being woken up by him was not something she ever thought was possible.

Maid of the King- When Y/n was sent to the castle, she didn't realize she'd be put on as the King's maid. Something clicks with the bachelor, the lonely kings find something of worth in Y/n. (Coming soon)

Sexy Sexy- While dancing around in the kitchen to an older song. You get caught!

Fate- With Y/n on the run, Sam's depression can't help but get the best of him while the fate of his relationship and child hangs in the balance.

[samanddean76]

I'll Show You Heaven If You Let Me

By: SamandDean76

Ship: Destiel

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 11.3K

Tags: Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Castiel (Supernatural), Mob Grunt Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Dean Winchester, Sam is Kind of a Dick, He gets better, Eventual Happy Ending, Revenge, Or Justice, BAMF Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Sam Wesson, Alpha Sam Wesson, Destiel - Freeform

Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him.

The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?