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7 or 18 please?

Im gonna do both, but here’s number 7 for now!

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“You look even more beautiful, covered in snow,” Dean muttered trying to keep a straight face. But his chuckles escaped him as the final words crossed his tongue. “I can’t,” he laughed, “It’s too ridiculous.” He flung the script down on the table in front of him before turning to his reading partner and boyfriend.

“It is… interesting,” Cas admitted. He didn’t want to be harsh.

Dean pinched his nose before looking back towards the script. Their drama teacher had written it their self, and it was… rough. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He leveled a hard stare towards Cas. “I mean, I will if you want to. But this…” He gestured vaguely towards the table.

“You don’t have to, Dean,” Cas started with a frown.

“No, I will. If you want to.”

Cas shook his head, and then smiled. “No, we could always take that dance class instead,” he joked.

Dean groaned before taking Cas’s hands. “Fine, but one thing first.” He lead his partner out their front door and into the flurrying snow.

Flakes fell down around them both and came to rest in their hair. Their eyelashes. Dean leaned in close to Cas’s ear. “You look even more beautiful, covered in snow,” he whispered before planting a kiss on Cas’s lips.

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I scrolled through your blog trying to figure out what pairings you shipped, and the only thing I could find was a few Destiel posts... So I hope you like it!!

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“Mom I can take my own selfie!” #blep #blindcatsrock #sillyjackie #capinjack #catlife (at My Hobbit Hole)

[spn-destiel-enthusiast]

Tutoring Part 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Once again, huge thanks to my beta @super-powerful-queen-slayyna you are amazing and ily💓

When Dean gets home, Jo’s white Kia is sitting out front. He pulls into the driveway and puts the impala in park. His mom texted him, saying that she and Sam were going to visit dad and then were going to see grandma and grandpa and she had left money on the counter for him.

He climbs out and slings his backpack over his shoulder and grabs the jersey off the passenger seat. He walks up the steps and through the front door.

He can hear the tv on in the living room and Jo calls out to him. “In here!” she shouts.

Dean kicks his shoes off and sets his backpack down, still holding the jersey. He walks in the living room and sees Jo lounging on the couch, with a bowl of chips watching Say Yes To The Dress.

She smiles at him when he approaches the couch and lifts her feet for him to sit. He takes a seat and she places her feet in his lap. “How was your day?” he asks.

She shrugs and plops a chip in her mouth. “It was okay. Boring. How was your day?” she asks, reaching for the remote and turning the tv down.

Dean smiles and grips the jersey tighter. “It was good. I’m going to the game tonight,” he tells her, smiling.

She smiles at him. “Does this have anything to do with Castiel’s jersey you have in your hand there?”

Dean smiles. “Maybe.”

Jo shrieks. “Yas! This is so exciting! Are you guys like official?” she asks, sitting up.

Dean nods his head. “He admitted that he likes me and I him. He said he’s going to ask me out properly and when I’m not tutoring him, he wants to take me on dates,” he says softly.

Jo smiles and sets the chip bowl down on the coffee table. She removes her feet from Deans lap and crosses her legs underneath her. “Dean, how does it feel to have the star of the football team, the most popular guy in school, crushing on you?” she asks, playfully pushing him.

Dean shakes his head. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

“Dean, you deserves this. More than anything.”

Dean shrugs. “I don’t know,” he mutters.

Jo sighs and starts running her fingers through her hair, not knowing what to say.

Dean’s phone pings with an incoming text message and he reaches in his back pocket for it.

“Is that Castiel?” she asks wagging her eyebrows.

Dean glances at the phone and sees that it is indeed a text message from Cas.

“It is, isn’t it?!” she says smiling.

Dean enters his passcode and clicks into his messages. “Shut up,” he says with a big grin on his face.

The grin only gets bigger when he reads Cas’s message.

Cas: I can’t wait to see you tonight. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. You are going to look so fucking hot in my jersey ;)

Dean types his reply and hits send.

Dean: I can’t wait to see you too. I can’t stop thinking about you either, Cas. You’re driving me crazy. And I doubt it.

Cas’s reply is instant.

Cas: Dean, you are going to look fucking sexy in my clothes. And baby, you’re driving me crazy too. What are your plans after?

Dean had planned on going home after the game, but if Cas wants to do something, he’s all for it.

Dean: At the moment, I have no plans.

Cas: Well you do now. Pack clothes. We’re going to a party tonight and then you’re staying over.

Dean smiles and replies.

Dean: Alright. I’ll see you tonight. Good luck.

Dean pockets him phone and looks at Jo. “He told me to pack clothes. We’re going to a party and then I’m staying over,” he says, standing up.

Jo jumps up and does a little dance. “You’re going to get laid, you’re going to get laid,” she singsongs.

Dean laughs. “Yeah, no I’m not.”

“Yes you are! Make sure you pack condoms and lube,” she says with a mischievous smile on her face.

“No I’m not.”

Jo slips on her flats and grabs her backpack off the floor. “Yeah, you are. Pack the condoms and lube, trust me. I’ll see you tonight?” she asks, walking towards the front door.

“Yeah, we’re going to sit together,” he says following her to the front door.

She turns around and kisses him on the cheek. “Kay, I’ll text you,” she says and opens the door and leaves.

Dean shuts and locks the front door and heads upstairs to pack.

Once in his room, he grabs his green duffle and throws it on the bed. He grabs two pairs of jeans, underwear, three different flannels and Henley’s and stuffs them in his bag. He grabs his phone charger and shoves it in there too.

He walks over to his nightstand and opens the drawer. He grabs the box of condoms and bottle of lube he has stashed in there and shoves them underneath his clothes.

He glances at the clock on his nightstand and the time reads 5:25pm.

He strips out of his Black Henley and grabs the jersey he tossed on his bed. He shrugs it on and is instantly engulfed in Cas’s scent.

He takes a deep breath, breathing in his scent and he groans. Dean’s dick twitches.

Fuck. I want Cas so damn bad. He thinks to himself.

He imagines what it would be like to have Cas’s lips wrapped around his dick. His big blue eyes staring up at him as he sucks him off. The throaty moan he makes as he takes Dean further down his throat.

The ringing of his phone breaks him out of his daydream. He blinks a few times and realizes he’s in his room and his dick is hard as a rock.

He pulls out his phone and sees his mom is calling and chooses to ignore it.

He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them and his underwear down to his knees. He sits on the edge of his bed and wraps his fingers around his shaft. He goes back to thinking about what it would be like to have Cas’s sucking him off and slowly starts jacking himself off.

He screams Cas’s name when he blows his load all over his hand. He grabs a towel laying on the floor and cleans himself up. He glances at the clock and it reads, 6:05pm.

Fuck. I’m late. He stands up, pulls his jeans and underwear up, buttons his jeans, grabs his duffle and runs down the stairs.

He makes sure he has his phone and keys before he locks up. Once he confirms he has everything, he shuts and locks the door and climbs in the impala.

He tosses the duffle in the backseat and backs out the driveway.

He gets to the school in fifteen minutes and parks the car. Before he gets out he takes a deep breath.

He can only imagine how many looks and how many people are going to talk about how he’s wearing Castiel’s jersey, but he honestly could care less what people have to say.

He checks his hair in the mirror and hops out of the impala and sets off looking for Jo.

Before he even reaches the gate he can hear everyone whisper.

This is going to be a long night.

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[ishmeal-lovesyou]

How do you find old blog posts? Or do you just scroll that far back lol

Ohhh do you mean how come I post stuff that you might have posted awhile ago? Well no I don’t always scroll that far back usually I queue a post instead of posting it immediately. The trick is I set my blog to post about 15 items in my queue throughout the day so when I have like I don’t know 80+ queue it takes some days for it to actually get posted lol. That way I dont have to like a MILLION things I can just queue it instead.

Hope that answers your questions lol 

[moderatelypanickedbiromantic]

3!!! (I have a soft spot for gingerbread now lol)

“Do you want to build a gingerbread house with me?” Sam peered over the arm of the couch with his big green eyes.

His brother Dean sat sprawled out with a comic book in his lap. He looked up briefly once he finished the page. “What are you talking about?”

“Mom said we could, she baked all the pieces last night.” Sam held out a note covered in red ink and swirly handwriting. His small hands had already wrinkled and creased the corners. “So will you?”

Sam looked up at his brother with hope filled eyes, and Dean sighed before flinging his comic book to the table. “Fine,” he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed Sammy’s hand pulling him to the kitchen, “But I get to decorate the gingerbread men!”

They laughed as they ran to the kitchen, and Dean pulled out jars of frosting and candies. Sprinkles and powdered sugar.

Dean laid out a piece of cardboard and some parchment paper while his younger brother organized the decorations. Sam found the gingerbread pieces hidden underneath a towel on the counter and the pair set to work.

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“Do you think dad will like it?” Sam asked after he helped Dean place the last piece of the roof on.

His brother handed him a bag of icing and chewed his lip. “Hmm, I think so.” Dean shrugged, placing a gumdrop beside the houses front door. “Mom will like it, too.”

Sam nodded while piping icing along the roof to make shingles. It squirted everywhere, but neither of the boys found it within them to care if it was completely perfect. “That’s good.”

Once the house was completely decorated the boys turned their attention to the gingerbread people laying on a plate. Two bigger cookies set almost hand in hand, adults they decided before giving themselves each one. And four smaller cookies.

They shared a look and a grin before each taking one of the smaller cookies and biting a piece off. Sam an arm, and Dean the head. They munched on the cookies while decorating their share of the remaining four.

Dean made his to resemble his mom, and his little brother. Sam made his to match their father, and Dean. They propped their cookies up beside the house with icing and stood back to study their masterpiece.

“Perfect,” Sam whispered, as he took in the miniature him with his brown hair and a red icing shirt standing right beside his brother and their parents.

Dean nodded in agreement before rustling his brother’s hair. “Want to go play Star Wars before mom and dad get home?”

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Thank you so much for the request! I wasn’t sure exactly what to do for this prompt, so I went with a young Sam and Dean who’s parents are very much alive!

I also have a soft spot for gingerbread now, that thread was awesome!!!

Taglist: @all-or-nothing-baby @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @purquoisetortoise @sillyjackie @ladywaywarddsc @petrichoravellichor

[moderatelypanickedbiromantic]

Two Can Play At This Game....

A/N: Firstly I would like to thank @petrichoravellichor @fearauko and @a-mess-of-many-fandoms for helping make this fic happen! Like seriously, you all were a huge help, thank you so much!

Pairing: Megriel

Summary: After Meg gets forced out of her apartment right before the holidays Gabriel invites her to come spend them with him and his family....

“Like you even care,” Meg scoffed with a toss of her shoulder. Of course he didn’t care. Why would he? Trust-fund baby Gabriel with his fancy house and huge family wouldn’t give a damn about her left alone on the holidays with nowhere to go. She crossed her arms, and stared at him raising an eyebrow. Daring him to say something to the contrary.

“Why wouldn’t I care? It’s cold. You got kicked out of your apartment, and you’ve got nowhere to go.”

Meg let out a breath, the air crystalized in front of her. “It’s not that cold, besides I’ve got my bug. I’ll be fine.”

Gabriel leaned back on the wall behind him. “I’m sure you would be. Or you could come home with me, have a nice home cooked meal with the family, and not worry about freezing to death on the side of the road.”

“I’ll be fine, Gabriel.”

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Snow was falling on the windshield of Gabriel’s SUV when he pulled up into the driveway of his family home. Meg watched the twinkling lights decorating the house from the passenger side window as the SUV found a home a few feet away from the garage door. “I wonder if anyone else is back yet?” Gabriel mused to himself as he unlocked both of their doors.

Meg slammed the car door as she got out. How did she let him convince her to come home with him? With a shake of her head she tightened her jacket. It had only gotten colder as the night progressed.

Gabriel’s father met them both at the door. He clapped his son on the shoulder as he guided them inside. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your girlfriend home.”

“I’m n--” Gabriel cut Meg off with a look, and her words died at the back of her throat.

“I’m Chuck,” his father continued not noticing the exchange. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Meg,” she managed to get out while shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Chuck smiled before beckoning them into the kitchen where he sat them at an island with a tray of hor d’oeuvres in front of them.

Meg tried to keep herself from attacking the food as she selected one from the tray. She hadn’t eaten since this morning when she had found a granola bar at the bottom of her backpack after being forced out of her apartment. Gabe had found her at a laundromat a few hours later desperately trying to get the mud out of her clothes after she picked through the snow to collect her things. Her roommate hadn’t been kind when he forced her out that morning. All of her belongings had winded up in the snow. Even her laptop which was now laying cracked and useless in the backseat of her beetle.

She had wanted to scream. She had wanted to be mad at the world. At Gabe with his perfect house and family. And she had tried at first. She’d screamed at him as he tried to help her. But it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. He hadn’t done anything. And Meg had quickly lost her fire and had settled on cold indifference. But still he had tried to help. And he had somehow convinced her to come home with him.

And here she was sitting in his family’s kitchen munching on cold cuts and cheese.

“Do you go to school with Gabriel?” Chuck asked, pulling her attention away from the food.

“We have a few classes together,” Gabriel offered before Meg had a chance to answer. “She’s studying psychology.”

“Ah, interesting choice.” Chuck nods as he goes to check something on the stove. “Do you enjoy it?”

“It’s fascinating everything you learn about how the mind works.”

The front door opens down the hall behind them and the three of them turn just in time to see Castiel, one of Gabriel’s brothers, enter the kitchen his boyfriend Dean in tow behind him.

“Hey guys.” Dean offers up a tired wave.

“Hey Dean, Clarence,” Meg greets around a mouthful of cracker.

“Didn’t think we’d see you here…”

“Last minute addition to the party,” she says with an awkward smile.

Castiel sets their bags down by the door before he beckons his brother into another room.Gabriel follows him muttering to himself as he goes.

Dean joins Meg at the island and they sit in silence, Chuck oblivious to the tension hanging the room, while Castiel questions his brother about his ex-girlfriends presence in the other room.

“Are Lucifer and Michael gonna be able to make it?” Dean asked in an attempt to break the silence.

Chuck looked up from his cookbook. “Lucifer won’t be able to make it no, but Michael should be here soon. You should’ve brought your brother, Dean. You know Sam is always welcome.”

“He actually is spending the holidays with his girlfriends family.”

“Oh? Eileen?” Meg asked, her interest caught.

Dean nodded shoving a cocktail wiener into his mouth. About that time Castiel and Gabe returned to the room, an understanding made between them. And Meg couldn’t help but glance at Castiel. He didn’t seem upset that she was here. Just surprised. Which was a relief.

“How you doing Clarence?”

“My classes are attempting to kill me as usual,” Castiel answered.

“I think all of our classes have the same goal,” Gabriel joked.

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After a dinner where everyone ate way too much the Novak children split up to go to their old rooms for bed. Michael was the first to leave the table complaining of a work assignment he had to finish before morning. Chuck followed shortly after leaving Gabe, Meg, Dean, and Cas to clean up. They made short work of the kitchen and the leftovers before Dean and Cas both called it a night.

“So if you could direct me to the nearest guest room that’d be appreciated,” Meg yawned.

“Don’t have one.”

“Okay, then the nearest pillow and blanket,” she said not quite believing him. A house of this size…. Well there were three boys, and Chuck’s room and office. Maybe he was telling the truth, a part of her still doubted it though.

“You can take my bed, I’ll take the floor,” he offered.

“Ever the gentlemen.” She rolled her eyes. “Not necessary I’m the one who crashed your family get together.”

“Fine,” he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I’ll get you a blanket, come on.”

Gabriel lead Meg first to a hall closet and then into his nearby bedroom where he practically made her a mattress on the floor out of spare pillows and blankets. She watched him for a moment before touring the room. It was littered with trophies and ribbons for both academics and sports alike, though he didn’t seem like the type to participate in soccer or football.

She found a swimming trophy balanced precariously on a shelf. Meg picked it up with a chuckle. “You did everything in high school, didn’t you?”

“Dad said sports would be a good way to get scholarships for school, so I tried it all,” he answered placing another blanket on the floor. “Nothing ever stuck though.”

“Hmm,” she mused replacing the trophy. Meg continued to look around the room, she studied old photos and skimmed the titles of his books. Gabe was…. interesting. Though she’d never admit it out loud. He was a goof but he was serious about his studies and his career.

Gabriel sat down on his bed when he finished, a twin with a simple blue quilt. “You finished psychoanalyzing me, yet?” he joked.

“Not quite.”

“Well I’m going to turn in,” Gabriel said pulling off his shoes before he slipped onto the pallet he made on the floor. With a sigh he made himself comfortable amongst the nest of blankets and pillows. “‘Night.”

“Oh no, I told you I wasn’t taking your bed.”

“So don’t.” He shrugged into one of the pillows.

Meg glared, letting out a huff. “You’re impossible… feathers,” she said her gaze catching on a photo of Gabriel as a child dressed as an angel on a stage. “Fine, have it your way.” She slipped off her jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair before towing off her shoes and plopping down on the floor beside Gabe. Two could play at this game.

“Good night.”

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A/N: I’m not really sure what happened with this... to be perfectly honest. But I hope you all enjoyed it and thank you all for reading!!

Inspired By: this ask

Taglist: @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @all-or-nothing-baby @purquoisetortoise @sillyjackie @ladywaywarddsc @katekarnage7

[moderatelypanickedbiromantic]

Strings of Fate.... Part Three

Part One | Part Two | AO3

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Years went by and neither Dean nor Castiel mentioned the string tying them together again. But they both stole glances at it every now and then, whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking. They died and came back to each other. And they traveled from state to state fighting monsters, saving the planet. Castiel waiting. And Dean wishing he could forget.

Neither knew how to start that conversation again.

Castiel was an angel. And Dean was a human who had made too many mistakes in his life.

But the angel stayed with him. He wouldn’t push Dean. If he wasn’t ready, he wasn’t ready. And so they traveled the country together. And Castiel fell a little bit more for his human everyday.

And Dean he didn’t know when he fell for the angel. It was a sudden thing. One day his blue eyes caught the light just right, and with a tilt of the angels head Dean was gone. And though he wouldn’t acknowledge the bond between them he couldn’t deny it was there.

He would dream of the life they could have together if Dean wasn’t a coward. He dreamed of kissing Cas in the rain, slowly. He dreamed of holding his hand while they drove down the road listening to a mixtape. He dreamed of waking up next to his angel.

And sometimes Dean would have nightmares of Castiel telling him goodbye. He remembered the first time Castiel left him, and feared it would happen again. That he would wake up and Dean would be left alone, cast off… forgotten.

It was those dreams that had kept Dean silent all these years. It was those dreams that kept Dean from gripping Castiel tight and pulling his mouth to his own.

But Castiel had stayed with him through everything. And because of this Dean could finally bring himself to admit the truth. He was ready to take that leap of faith.

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[moderatelypanickedbiromantic]

Strings of Fate.... Part Four

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | AO3

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Castiel and Dean spent many nights together after he admitted the truth. Some nights were spent sleepless, tangled up in bedsheets and each other. Other nights were spent just wrapped up in the others arms. They spoke of dreams and times already past. Memories and nightmares. And Dean has never been happier. He had the love of his life right beside him. And Castiel has never known true contentment like this before. True peace. In all of his years he had never understood why an angel would give up everything to be with a human. But now he understood.

And he was happy. He was free. Free of the weight of his position. Free of his families rules and expectations. For the first time in the angels life he could simply exist. Castiel has his hunter, and he wished for nothing more.

There were times Dean would doubt his worthiness of the angel, but Castiel was always there to quiet his fears. And Dean slowly learned that it wasn’t so much a matter of deserving but if mutual choice. The angel chose Dean, time and time again. Over his family. Over heaven and God himself. The angel chose Dean. And that knowledge comforted the hunter far more than anything else could. And Dean would choose his angel in this lifetime and the next. For however long they got, he would choose his angel. And Castiel would choose him.

Nothing was easy, however. Not even this.

They could always choose each other, but there would always be something trying to tear them apart. The pair suffered much for their love. But they always found each other. They swore nothing would keep them apart. And so they faced hell, purgatory, even the empty… Not alone, but together. Monsters, even God himself tried; coming between them at every turn. But nothing, not even Death herself, could tear through their red string.

And they found each other. Time and time again.

And they saved world.

And they loved and they lost. And they grew weary fighting the same monsters. The same battles. But what else was there? What else had either of them ever known?

In silence they craved a simple life, something neither of them had ever had. One filled with love and peace. They wanted to enjoy what the world had to offer. They wanted more than dusty back roads and greasy diner food. But neither of them ever spoke of these desires. Not until one cold winter night after a particularly taxing hunt. The pair was leaned up against the trunk of the impala, a drink split between them, and their eyes cast to the stars.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. The hunting.”

“Then what do you want to do, Dean?”

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Taglist: @all-or-nothing-baby @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @purquoisetortoise @sillyjackie @ladywaywarddsc @staycejo1 @narraukoiel @oxpetrichorxo @queenofmymanyfandoms @trenchcoatsandfreckles @petrichoravellichor @love-neve-dies @katekarnage7 @beingofcelestielintent @fluttersfun @angeltardisbow (if you’d like to be added/removed let me know!)

Edit: A/N - There is probably going to only be one more part after this. Thank you all so much for reading! 💖💜💙

[moderatelypanickedbiromantic]

Tattered Destiny.... Part One

A/N: This is the sequel to Strings of Fate which you can find on AO3. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Years after Dean Winchester died and went to heaven he returns to the earth as an Angel determined to find the love he was forced to leave behind. But he quickly learns that Castiel is nowhere to be found....

It took years, but eventually one human earned his wings. And he flew around the world searching.

He left his brother behind in heaven. Sam had everything he wanted. Eileen and a dog. They were together, happy and free of the uncaring world beneath them. And so Sam’s brother left him behind to search for the piece of himself that he had lost.

The other half of his string that had been torn away.

And as he flew the world continued to turn beneath him, uncaring. But still he looked.

Dean checked their old home first. It still stood even though the years had gone by. Another family lived their now, unaware of the houses history. The now angel watched them for a moment, they were happy. Together. And his heart pinched for the family he had lost, and been forced to leave behind.

He flew on. Cities. Diners. Bars. He checked them all. Hotels and farms. Nothing.

His love. His fallen angel…. Cas… was nowhere to be found. But still Dean kept searching.

He flew across the world twice. Three times. Pyramids. Towers. Oceans. And still there was nothing. Not even a trace of his angels grace. Not a whisper of a trench coat or blue eyes.

Dean found their children, now grey and aging with children of their own. He was a grandfather now, with a great grandchild on the way. And Deans heart burned because he had missed so much. And they had mourned him. And they had inevitably moved on.

And he left them without a word. If they felt his presence the angel didn’t know. He couldn’t come back into their lives now a stranger.

And he searched. He searched and he searched. The world he flew over. Four times. Six.

Still not a sign. Not a breath.

And Dean walked the earth. One year. Two.

Angels begged him to return to heaven. To his brother. To his kin.

But still Dean searched. Six years. Seven.

He sought out witches and werewolves. Vampires.

In his eighth year back on earth Dean returned to his children. He revealed himself to them, young as the day he left. And they stood before him, weathered. Aged. And he asked them.

He begged for news. A word. A sign.

But they had nothing.

“He disappeared,” they said. “We couldn’t find him. He’s gone.”

Taglist: @all-or-nothing-baby @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @purquoisetortoise @sillyjackie @ladywaywarddsc @staycejo1 @narraukoiel @oxpetrichorxo @queenofmymanyfandoms @trenchcoatsandfreckles @petrichoravellichor @love-neve-dies @katekarnage7 @beingofcelestialintent @fluttersfun @angeltardisbow @wannabe-human1

A/N: I went ahead and tagged everyone from the Strings of Fate taglist, if you would’ve preferred to not be tagged I apologize. And as always if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist just let me know! Thank you so much for reading!

[moderatelypanickedbiromantic]

Strings of Fate.... Part Five

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | AO3 | Masterlist

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A house. A family. A Life. Dean wanted peace and love. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his days fighting a stream of monsters that seemed to never end. And so Dean and Castiel built themselves a house on the edge of a small town. Close enough that should they ever really be needed they could help but far enough away that they could have their peace.

They built themselves a home. They built themselves a family.

Orphaned children of hunters. They took them in. Taught them. How to defend themselves and how to kill just about anything but also to live the life that they wanted to have, free will and the choice to be whomever they wanted to be. They taught them love and kindness and peace. And Dean never raised an unkind hand to any of them.

He was a better man then his father ever was. Even if he couldn’t see it.

And Castiel grew a garden. He filled it with flowers and vegetables and fruit. And sometimes he could be found watching the bees and the ants and all of the other small creatures with wonder. It was the little things.

Deans brother still hunted. He didn’t have a soulmate to bring him peace, his string long since torn. He would have to find peace within himself. But until then… he hunted. Dean always made sure that Sam new he had a home to return to. Whenever he needed.

And years past and Sam found peace with himself. Forgiveness for the things he had done. He had always tried to do what he thought was right, and that had to count for something.

Though Sam never stopped hunting, he did stay more local. Taking care of threats to his community instead of humanity as a whole. He lived in a small apartment near his brother, alone aside from a friendly pit bull he had found abandoned in an alleyway. And he was happy.

And they were happy. Content. At peace.

But good things seldom last. And darkness crept into their lives again. Another apocalypse. Another threat desperate to destroy the world.

And our heroes took up arms again to protect the weak and the innocent. To protect those that lacked the knowledge to protect themselves.

And the world survived. Strings were torn. Lovers separated. But the world went on. Blind to what had been lost.

An angel cast from heaven, cursed to walk the world forever. Searching.

A human who finally discovered which of Deaths books held his permanent ending.

Strings of fate, torn apart.

And the world went on. Blind. Uncaring.

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A/N: I would like to personally thank anyone and everyone who has read this story. I’m kinda sad that it’s come to an end but all of your support has meant the world to me. Thank you all so much for reading!

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Reclaim Your Crown.... Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | AO3

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It was two weeks before Dean reached the capital of Edowathe, and it was another before he found his way into the fortress. A position in the stables had suddenly found itself available. The previous stable-hand more than happy to leave the position behind with his pockets full of coin and a promise for a better life in a faraway kingdom.

At night Dean crept through castle halls, libraries, and tunnels. He spent his nights learning about the royal family. Dean’s days were spent in the stables, or on the training grounds with the soldiers. Being seen. Giving reason to trust.

Dean leafed through a leather tome, an account of the royal family. He spent a few minutes looking between the pages detailing the current living members of the family tree. The King and Queen, Jonathan and Kaitlynn. And their two sons, Samual and Adam.

The princes, Dean has seen in passing. And the queen he had yet to see, but he knew from the talk of the guards that she was here. The king however was away on the front lines overseeing the war, he had left only a week before Dean had arrived in Edowathe.

The guard-turned-stable-hand let out a sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose. The death of the kings wife and children would likely draw him back home… But is it truly necessary to murder them all? Wouldn’t killing the king be enough?

Children he was ordered to kill…

Deans shoulders slumped under the weight of his orders. If it was necessary to protect his prince he would do it. But surely there had to be another way. Something that ended with as little blood on Dean's hands as possible.

“Ahem.” Deans head jerked up to face the scholar before him, and he scrambled for an excuse. He wasn’t supposed to be here, this was a private library reserved for members of the court. Something Dean was most definitely not.

“I—I…”

“Care to explain just what it is you think you’re doing?” The scholar raised an eyebrow, and shot Dean a pointed glare.

“I was trying to learn more about my employers?” he offered with a grin. “You can never know too much about who you’re working for…”

The man didn’t look convinced but he let Dean go with nothing more than a huff. “You can read all you like in the public library, now I suggest you get out before I call the guards.”

“Of course. I’ll be right out of your uhh, beard,” Dean finished weakly noticing the mans distinct lack of hair just a few seconds too late.

“I better not find you in here again.”

“You won’t,” he said quietly over his shoulder as he left the library. Dean stopped only to check behind him and swipe a small book off of one of the shelves that he’d been eyeing the last few evenings. He tucked it into his tunic before ducking into the hallway and heading back to the stables.

It would be a few nights before Dean dared to check the library again, he only hoped that the small book would be of some use and that no one noticed it was missing.

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Reclaim Your Crown.... Part Two

AO3 | Part One

Warnings: death, sad cas, war

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Dean let out a relieved sigh, almost a laugh. “Is that all, Cas? Your face made me think the entire kingdom was lost.” He placed a hand on his princes shoulder and gave him a small smile.

Castiel shrugged his shoulders and Dean's hand fell to the guard side. With a shake of his head he looked at Dean, his brows knitted together as he tried to understand. Surely Dean knew what this meant. That he was leaving, and most likely going to face his death. “No, you don’t understand. You… You could die, Dean.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve risked myself for the betterment of the kingdom, Cas—“

“You’re to go alone. No one will know if you’re safe… if—“ Castiel looked away from his guard, his eyes downcast as he quietly spoke “—if you’re dead.”

Deans smile fell from his lips as he tried to grasp at anything to say. He could tell Castiel was extremely worried about the fact that if Dean were to go that he might not come back. And though he didn’t quite understand his princes worry he wanted to leave Cas in the best of spirits. With a smile on his face and hope in his eyes. “Cas…” he started to say, but he didn’t know what else there was to say.

He hated the look on his princes face, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He wanted his prince to be happy and safe. The one thing Dean did know was that if he did this. And he succeeded in infiltrating the fortress of Edowathe then Castiel would be safe… and happiness could always come after. Even if Dean wasn’t able to see it. Once war was no longer waging in the horizon Castiel would be free of the weight of it. He would no longer have to fear for the next message home telling of the death of one of his brothers. And Cas could spend more time in the garden with his bees then in the study pouring over casualty reports, and strategies. But if Dean did this… then it would also mean leaving his prince behind and possibly never returning.

Dean let out a gasp as Castiel's lips met his in desperation. The princes hands quickly found a home in the guards hair, pulling him closer. Dean stumbled back, losing his footing as he kissed his prince. His lips were soft in everyplace he had expected them to be rough and chapped. And this was everything Dean had imagined during late nights where he was too tired to remember that it was wrong. That it was wrong to fantasize about the prince you could never have. Dean was just a guard… and Cas… Cas was the future of this entire kingdom.

But Dean, selfish as he was let himself have this for a few moments before he gently pushed Castiel off of him. This couldn’t happen, he reminded himself. He couldn’t… He couldn’t, not now. Not now that he was getting ready to say his goodbyes.

“Dean,” Cas said, his voice gruff and his eyes filled with a sad understanding. But did he regret kissing Dean? No, of course not. His only regret was not doing it sooner.

“Cas…” Dean's voice broke as he looked away. His eyes were rimmed with red and his heart clenched in his chest as he tried to reign in everything he felt. Dean wasn’t a soldier, but like a good soldier he knew how to keep a lid on his feelings. And like a soldier his face grew stony as he looked off towards the castle walls. “We can’t do this, Cas…”

“I know, Dean,” Castiel whispered before he turned away. And Dean watched as his prince left him and returned to his palace of stone. The letter containing his orders falling to the ground behind him.

Dean closed his eyes and let out a slow breath before he too left the garden to go prepare for his journey.

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Castiel didn’t come to the stables the next morning to see Dean off, and he tried not to be hurt by it as he mounted Wendigo. He didn’t deserve a goodbye, not after last night. And it was best for the both of them if he just left quietly. He had a job to focus on, and obsessing about how the princes lips felt on his wasn’t going to do Dean any good.

As he rode through the forest towards the kingdom of Edowathe, Dean thought back to the night before and tried to think on what he could’ve done differently. What he could’ve said. But nothing he came up with change the look on Castiel's face as Dean told him that this… whatever it was couldn’t happen.

But maybe Dean was just scared. Scared of his feelings and everything that that kiss had meant to him.

Wendigo was shaky beneath him, and Dean knew it was because of his riders inner turmoil. Dean let out a breath and tried to steady his thoughts. He had to focus on this quest, or he would never be able to fix things with his prince. If he failed then everything between them would be left unfinished. Unresolved. And Deans heart pinched with guilt for a small part of himself that hoped he did die on this mission… Just so that he didn’t have to face Castiel upon his return.

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A/N: Finally got this second part posted on tumblr, I’m sorry it took so long. Thank you so much for reading!!

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Reclaim Your Crown.... Part Three

A/N: with the change of my URL the links I had saved for the previous installments don’t work. I will update this with links once I’m able to find them, so sorry for any inconvenience.

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It took Dean a week to find his way out of the forests of Blorlave. He was far from his home now, perhaps farther than he had ever been. And he still had so much farther to go. It hadn’t truly hit him until just now, Dean looking down over the rushing waters of the Lantry River below him, how far he had come. And just how alone he truly was.

He wished not for the first time on this journey, that his prince was riding beside him. Sometimes Dean would catch glimpses of the prince in his peripheral. A waving hand. A gentle smile. But it was nothing more than wishful thinking on the guards part.

This was a journey he would take alone. And if he returned he would have the chance to fix things with the prince. There wasn’t much sense in obsessing over it before then. It would only distract him.

Dean packed up his bedroll and put out the fire that had kept him warm last night. It would be his last fire for a while. He was fast approaching enemy lines and he can’t afford to be spotted. He took a quick minute to wash his face in the nearby stream before he donned the colors of the neighboring kingdom and mounted his horse.

He would cross the border into Edowathe tomorrow, but it would be at least another two weeks before he reached the capital.

Dean let his mind wander to blue eyes and honeybees as he followed the path to what would almost certainly be his doom. He wouldn’t let himself admit his love the prince, not even on a dusty forest road completely isolated from judgement and repercussions, but it was there all the same. Dean thought of dreams and could-never-be’s. And he wished not for the first time that Castiel had let him say goodbye.

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“Where are you, Dean?” Castiel muttered to himself, his gaze on the forest surrounding his city. He didn’t expect Dean to come bursting through the gates, victorious. No. It was too soon for that. But a part of him wished for it.

“I’m sure he’s fine, your highness,” a maid said behind him. And Castiel turned away from the window. A knowing smile played on the maids lips. Knowing, but sad. Her heart ached for the prince, for she knew what it was like to be without a love. “Give it another month and he’ll come bursting through that door. I guarantee it.”

The prince shook his head. “What if he doesn’t? I didn’t even see him off…”

The maid paused. A sheet crumpled between her hands. “We all have things that we regret, your highness. Words left unspoken. Gestures unmade. But your guard will return and you can set things right again.”

“I hope you’re right, Eliza.”

Guilt poured off the prince in waves. He had let Dean go without even a goodbye. And Castiel wasn’t ignorant of the fact that Dean might not ever return. That he might not ever get the chance to set things right.

“I am.”

But Dean Winchester didn’t return in a month. He didn’t return in two. Or three. And the war between kingdoms waged on. And Castiel lost another brother. And he forced himself to accept the worst. That his love was never returning.

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