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Escape {64}
Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader
Warnings: Language, Fluff....Then a Ton of Angst {Sorry, not sorry}
Words: 2,124
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After making a breakthrough with the security footage at the convenience store, Styles and Dean followed a few leads. With some luck on their side, they were able to pin who the suspect was that attacked the clerk and took his life. They were even able to get an address and to both of their surprise, their man was home. Within just a few hours of finding the body they had their suspect in cuffs. That chalked up to a good day.
âGreat work, Styles.âÂ
âSame goes for you, boss.â The two men share a smile as they descend the stairs outside the precinct. âTell Y/N I said hi.â
âWill do.â After giving him a nod, Dean pats his friend on the shoulder and then they split, both heading for their cars at different ends of the parking lot.Â
As Dean makes his way towards the car, he pulls out his phone and clicks on one of the most recent contacts before bringing the device up to his ear. When he makes it to his door, Eddie is driving by, already on his way out of the parking lot, so Dean sends him a wave and thatâs when the ringing ends.
âHey, you.â
âHey! How was dress shopping?âÂ
âGood. How was your thing?â Dean smirks as he slips into his car.
âReally good actually. Iâll tell you about it later.â
âOkay.â
âBut firstâŚdid you find a dress?â The silence makes him a little nervous. He begins to think that maybe it turned out to be harder than you expected and that you were disappointed with the entire thing.
âMaybeâŚâ you tease, getting him to light up in the drivers seat.
âManâŚyou have no idea how bad I want to see you in it.â He tries so hard to picture you in a wedding dress, but heâs sure that whatever his mind is coming up with is nothing compared to what you really look like. Thatâs what Sam had told him anyway.Â
âYou still have a few months there, cowboy.â you giggle over the phone, getting Dean to smile even bigger. âAre you coming home?â
âUhâŚyeah. Just got in the car. But I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner. I figured I could pick up something on the way home.â
âHmm.â You hum quietly, clearly thinking about what you might want to eat. âHow about Chinese?â The way you ask him makes him chuckle. The cute innocence always got him to adore you more.
âYou got it, babe.â With that, he turns over the ignition and the car rumbles to life. âDo you need me to grab anything else on the way?â
âNope. Just need you and food.â
âI love how you put me before the food.â
âIt was a close one, but you just barely edged it out.â
âIs that so?â he laughs as he pulls out of his spot and heads for the main road.
âYep. Iâve been missing you longer than food. But, if you take too long and my stomach starts to eat itself you may be bumped out of the running.â
âThen I better hurry then, huh?â The sound of your laughter makes him feel like heâs already home. Between the score with the case and the fact that heâs heading home to you, he felt like today couldnât get any better. âI miss you.â
âI miss you too.â Dean focuses on the road but stays silent for a minute and just admires the sound of your voice, replaying what you just said over in his head like one of his favorite songs.
âAlright, Iâll let you go. Iâm going to grab food and Iâll be home as soon as I can.â
âOkay. Love you.â
âLove you.â
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The chatter down the hall had died down telling Bobby that it was getting later. The night crew at the precinct were starting their shifts and the morning crew had either already left or like him were on their way out the door. He was just taking a few more minutes to file a couple reports and clean up his desk a bit, because he knew that if he didnât take the time now he would have to deal with it in the morning.
Just as his computer was shutting down for the night, he grabbed his keys from inside the top drawer and stood from his chair, pulling his jacket off the back of it.
âCaptain?âÂ
âWhat is it?â Bobby gave a little attitude because this always seemed to happen. Right as he was heading out for the day he always seemed to get stopped for something.
âThereâs someone here thatâs asked to see you and Detective Styles.â Huffing as he slides his jacket on, Bobby then glares at the officer at his door.
âSampson, Iâm on my way out the door, canât this wait?â
âWellâŚI donât know.â As the officer seemed conflicted, Bobby decides to give the newbie a break. But just this once.
âWho is it?â
âHe said his name is Robert Thare.â And thatâs when Bobby was grateful he cooled his head. The name instantly clicked and he couldnât have reacted faster.
âLet him in.â Thankfully Sampson was quick to show Mr.Thare into the office. The tall man peeks his head in before stepping through the threshold and nodding to the officer before he walks away.
âHi, Mr. Singer. Iâm sorry itâs so late. I almost waited until tomorrow, butâŚâ
âThatâs alright.â Bobby grins, stepping around his desk. âWhat can I do for you?â
âWell, I uhâŚI found that tape I was looking for. You know, the one that shows Norman coming home and then his friend showing up?â As he tells Bobby, he hands the tape over to him and Bobby treats the VHS as if itâs a precious diamond.
âSoâŚ.this has that footage on it? Youâre sure?â
âYes. I umâŚI forgot that I had some stuff put away in a storage unit in town and when I found more tapes I went through them.â he says, looking from the tape to the captain, an uneasiness taking over his expressions. âI uhâŚI canât believe that I didnât turn it in sooner, honestly. After watching it againâŚI donât know why I didnât find it suspicious earlier. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. When youâre not used to spotting those types of things, itâs harder to believe when you see it for yourself.â Mr. Thare nods faintly, looking a little sick.
âWell I uhâŚI found the footage and then rewound it for you, so you should just be able to pop it in and play it.â
âThank you.â Bobby tells him sincerely. âYou donât know how much we appreciate this. Iâm glad you caught me before I left.â
âMe too.â Mr. Thare says after a few nods. âI um, I donât know if Iâll be of any help, but if you need anything elseâŚ.let me know.â
âWe will. But I think this might be the extent of it. Hopefully we donât have to bother you anymore.â The two share a nice chuckle and then Bobby shows the man to the door. He is deeply appreciative of what that man has done for them, but once he was heading towards the front of the precinct, Bobby couldnât have moved faster. He rushed over to the TV in his office and popped the tape in the VCR and he couldnât have hit the play button any quicker either.
It was only a few seconds between him hitting play and when Norman's car pulled into the driveway, but for Bobby those were the longest seconds ever, and even then, thatâs not what he wanted to see. He knew that Norman was responsible for bringing Cassie back to his house. It was the next car that he was anxiously waiting to see cross the screen.
Then finally, the moment came. The second car whipped up to the house and as the man climbed out of the drivers side, Bobbyâs jaw dropped.
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Getting food took longer than expected, but now that Dean was finally home he felt himself becoming more relaxed. He couldnât wait to go inside, share a good meal and tell you about their slam dunk. Itâs been a long time since theyâve been able to close a murder case that fast and it seriously made his day.
Hearing the garage door close behind him, he enters the house and goes for the coffee table in the living room to set the bag of Chinese down.
âBabe!? Iâm home!â he yells out when he sees youâre not on the main floor anywhere. Figuring you jumped in the shower before he got home, he glances up the stairs before moving towards the front door where he drops off his keys and wallet and then takes off his suit jacket.
âThey had some of your favorite egg rolls so I grabbed a couple of them!â He continues talking as he climbs to the second floor. He hopes youâll hear him coming so he wonât scare you in the process. âI also stopped and grabbed a bottle of wine! Thought that sounded like a good way to celebrate!âÂ
His smile is literally from ear to ear as he enters the bedroom, but sadly it doesnât stay that way. Because when he does enter the room heâs met with darkness. The bedroom light is off and as he moves further in, itâs clear that the bathroom is vacant as well.
âY/N?â he turns, his eyes scanning the room as if youâre going to pop out and scare him. But nothing. Itâs silent.Â
âY/N!?â he calls out as he moves down the hall to your office and he even peeks into the spare bedroom. But again, nothing. Thereâs no sign of you upstairs.
âBabe!?â Rushing back down the stairs, his heart is now racing from fear. This wasnât right and the more his mind tried to figure out what was going on, the more scared he got. âY/N!â he runs into his office, even with nowhere to hide he searches top to bottom. Nothing.
Running back into the other room, he quickly enters the empty kitchen and thatâs when bile begins to rise in his throat.
âY/N?â he calls out weakly, his eyes darting around the house as he leaves the kitchen and enters the dining room. The living room is quiet, only the food sitting there waiting for him. He tries to take a few breaths before he pulls out his phone, but just as heâs about to call you something on the dining room table catches his eye.
His feet slowly take him towards the objects waiting for him. His heart is beating so fast that it feels as if itâs already broken a rib or two. He doesnât even realize tears have filled his eyes until he stands over the table and a water droplet falls onto the ripped piece of paper in front of him.
Play Me
The words took up the little torn sheet and now shared the space with the tear that had fallen from his eye.
Dean swallows as he picks up the recorder, his recorder, and his thumb shakes as it hovers over the play button. But when it finally pushes it down, he has to fight to keep the contents in his stomach.
Detective
The voice is distorted, as if the atmosphere didnât already feel like a horror movie.
We both know that I have something precious to you, so listen carefully.
Deanâs jaw locks, his body trembling as he listens to this horrible robotic voice.
If you contact any law enforcement including anyone at that station of yours, she dies. If you reach out to that lawyer brother of yours, she dies. If you do anything other than what Iâm telling you to doâŚ.well, you donât need me to go into specific details of what Iâll do to her. So, I hope youâre listening.
Dean screws his eyes shut, his fingernails digging into his palm as his hands clenched into fists. The thought of you in this guy's presence is unbearable. He canât think straight let alone breathe.
Now, take the phone with you. Iâm going to send you an address to where you are going to retrieve a tape. When you get it, Iâll send you another address. Dean glances down at the table, seeing a prepaid phone sitting next to the note.Â
If you come with any type of backup, wanted or unwanted, Iâll slit her throat. Understand?
I am watching you detective. So if you get any of those brilliant ideas of yours along the way, ask yourself, is it worth her life?
See you soon.
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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but heâs also known to break a few hearts. Heâs starting to crave something heâs never had, though. Something stable. Something real.Â
Thatâs when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.  Â
AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.
Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!
Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.
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Part 10 - Toil and Trouble
Part 11 - Heart of the Home
Part 12 - All in the Family
Part 13 - Boiling Point
Part 14 - Message in a Bottle
Part 15 - The Good Part
Part 16 - Break Down the Gates
Part 17 - The Real Deal
Part 18 - V for Vendetta
Part 19 - Sacrifice
Epilogue - Easy as Pie
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Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future togetherâŚ
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the eyes of a lamb | 42.9k
The year is â98 and Spring is approaching fast. For most, the season is a symbol of new beginnings with Mother Natureâs chaste kiss that breathes life into everything once more. Itâs inspiring, peaceful and beautiful. So, the fact that this is exactly when a certain serial killer loves to strike makes Detective Winchesterâs blood boil. Two years in a row now, the guy has slipped through his fingers, not leaving a single trace behind. No clues, no leads, just murdered women in the most picturesque places imaginable. And the worst thing of all? Sometimes Dean catches himself admiring the killerâs work.
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Interview with the Vampire's Wife
Interview with the Vampire's Wife by duckyboos (@duckyboos-blog) Rating: Teen and up Word count: 6k
A vampireâs wife walks into a private detectiveâs office. Sounds like a joke, right? Dean wishes it was.
As a private investigator, Dean has spent a lot of his time following men and women who are cheating on their spouses. So when a woman comes knocking at his door, Dean's sure it's just another one of his usual cases. Until Daphne Allen tells him she's married to a vampire. Now, this feels more like a prank. Except it isn't.
This short noir story is deliciously hilarious and somehow ends as a meet-cute. Or ugly, depending on who you're asking. Duckyboos' Dean is, as always, an excellent narrator, with plenty of puns and pop culture references to make your head spin. Castiel is charming and alluring, yet suitably intimidating for a vampire. It's a story you don't want to miss.
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Undercover - Prologue
Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.Â
Universe: Detective AU
Pairing: None yet.Â
Word Count: 1.8K
Chapter Warnings: Description of nightmares and sleep paralysis. Dark subject matter.Â
A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I havenât written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. ButâŚI started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post this prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible â¤ď¸ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.
Dean had woken with a start. A sheen of sweat covered his body, his limbs tangled in the sheets. His breath came in short gasps as he tried to calm himself down from the recurring nightmare that plagued him.
It wasnât the first time he has had this particular dream. In fact, it was the third time this week. He could never quite remember the exact details, had even resorted to keeping a notebook and pen by the side of the bed in an attempt to make sense of it, but so far, the pages were still blank. All he knew when he woke was that he was scared. No, not scared.Â
Petrified.Â
His body would refuse to move, sleep paralysis pinning him down. He could move his eyes, but that was all. As they flickered around the room, every shadow seemed like a threat, every creak an intruder. A scream would build in his chest, his lips desperate to open to allow the sound to escape, but they remained sealed shut. The fear would build as the shades loomed over him, their darkness and weight pressing down on him like a boulder, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating.Â
Then the paralysis would break. Finally, the scream would fly from his lungs as his body jerked up, hands fisting the sheets, his knuckles white from his vice-like grip.Â
As he relaxed, he sank back down into the mattress, chest heaving as tears spilled down his cheeks. His clutch gradually loosened on the covers, releasing the material.Â
He sat back up and leaned over. With trembling hands, he switched on the bedside lamp. The welcoming glow spilled into the room, the monstrous shadows rushing away, back into the corners to cower there until they decided to taunt him some more. Picking up the glass of water that he always kept on the chest of drawers, he brought it to his parched lips, the liquid rippling on the surface as his hands continued to shake. Taking a large gulp, he swallowed hard, the water slightly tepid, but a welcome relief to his dry mouth.Â
Placing the glass back down, he scanned the room. As usual, he was alone. He had no one there to soothe him. No one there to wake him before the nightmare took hold. No one there to offer comfort, to reassure him everything was okay and he was only dreaming, which seemed to be getting worse each time. In the dream, he was running through a dark, unfamiliar forest, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. He could hear the sound of something chasing him, but whenever he turned around, there was nothing there.Â
The feeling of being pursued was terrifying, and it seemed like he was running for hours. Eventually, he would stumble and fall, and when he tried to get up, he found that he couldn't move. It was like his limbs were made of lead, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get them to work. That was when he would wake up, drenched in sweat and panting for breath.
Dean knew that he had to find a way to stop these dreams. They were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. He had tried everything from meditation to sleeping pills, but nothing seemed to work. He couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was trying to tell him something, and until he figured out what that was, he wouldn't be able to rest easy.
Knowing the answer before he even looked, his eyes landed on the digital clock, the glowing red numbers telling him it was 3.40am. When he awoke from a nightmare, it was always at the same time, and tonight was no different.Â
He knew sleep would evade him for the rest of the night. His alarm was set for 5am, so even if he did manage to doze back off, he would only get an hour or so. Accepting that he would not be getting any more rest, he swung his legs out of bed, and padded across the room, deciding to take a shower.Â
As Dean entered the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and boxer shorts that were damp with sweat. Throwing them into the laundry basket, he switched on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, moving to the toilet to empty his bladder as it did. Turning to the sink, he cleaned his teeth and swilled mouthwash around his mouth. The liquid spilled from his mouth into the sink, circling down into the void. The troubled man glanced up and stared at his reflection in the mirror in horror. He looked exhausted. The shadows under his fatigued forest green eyes were dark and large, his pallor pale, causing the smattering of freckles that adorned his usually handsome face to stand out like a childâs dot to dot colouring book. His light brown hair was sticking up in messy angles, flecks of grey obvious in the harsh luminous light coming from the bulb that was too bright for the small dimensions of the room. He sighed and rubbed his face, the stubble there emitting a scratchy sound as he brought his palm down his neck.Â
Stepping into the warm flow of the shower, Dean leaned against the cool, tiled wall, letting the water cascade down his body. His muscles were aching, as they always did after suffering from sleep paralysis. He supposed it was from clenching them in his sleep, holding them in one position against his will. He kneaded his shoulder, digging his fingers into the skin, trying to release the tension. It helped slightly, but the pain was still there. Squeezing some shampoo into his hand, he massaged it into his hair, his eyes following the stream of suds as they ran into the drain. His mind went blank and he placed the palms of his hands against the wall, allowing the pent-up tears to fall, no longer able to keep them inside. They mingled with the remnants of the shampoo as they slipped down his cheeks.Â
He wasnât sure how much longer he could do this. Ever since âthe incidentâ - as he put it to himself - he hadnât got any more than three or four hours of sleep a night, and it was catching up with him. But Dean couldnât let it show, couldnât let anyone else see that he was weak - not in his line of work. He had to deal with it alone, deal with it inwardly, even though it ate him up inside, piece by piece, bit by bit, until there would be nothing left. The only place he could get any kind of reprieve from it was when he was in the shower. That way, not even he could distinguish the water from the tears. He had never been one to show his feelings.
His mother had passed away when he was four. His younger brother, Sam, had only been six months old at the time. A house fire had ripped her away from them. Their father, John Winchester, had struggled to deal with his grief and took a job which required traveling around the country, forcing the broken family to stay in bleak motel rooms all around the US. His father would often work overnight, leaving Dean to practically bring up his sibling alone. Dean had become Samâs protector, his provider and his best and only friend. The older brother's relationship with John was extremely fractured, their arguments legendary.Â
When Dean told him he wanted to become a detective, his old man had laughed, telling him that there was no way he would ever be able to, that he would amount to nothing. This made him even more determined, so at nineteen he moved to Lawrence, Kansas and joined the police force. He had become a detective by the time he was twenty-five. Dean was now forty, living in Los Angeles, having had to leave Lawrence after âthe incidentâ and was one of the most senior and respected officers in his precinct. Of course, his career had always come first, and even though he had had a few brief relationships, he had never met âthe oneâ. It was common knowledge that if detectives did settle down, many of the marriages ended in divorce, due to the pressures of the job, so Dean decided long ago that he was better off alone. A conclusion he rarely regretted, except on the nights where he woke from night terrors, scared and needing some human contact.Â
When Dean was in his twenties, his father had passed away. He hadnât cried in public, shedding only a single tear at the funeral, which the younger Winchester had witnessed. When Sam had placed his hand on his shoulder - his eyes dry -Â Dean swiped the tear away, and vowed never to show any weakness to anyone again.
His little brother had applied for college, aced his exams and was accepted into Stanford University to study law. Now thirty-six, he was running his own law firm in Lawrence, having joined Dean in the small city. When Dean had moved to L.A., Sam had stayed. He was married to a lovely girl called Jess, a high school teacher. Even though he was distraught at his brother moving to the other side of the country, he couldnât go with him as there was too much for him to leave behind, but he knew that Dean had to go due to his particular circumstances. They spoke regularly over the phone and via Skype, and Dean was extremely proud of the man Sam had grown up to become.Â
Taking a deep breath, he stepped out from under the water and turned off the tap. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked from the room, his damp feet leaving footprints on the wooden floor of his apartment as he made his way into his bedroom and looked at the clock. It was still only 4.10am, and so he dried himself off, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and padded into the open plan kitchen.
The exhausted man was desperate for caffeine, so he switched on the machine, preparing his cup while the coffee bubbled. After pouring the beverage into his mug, he sat down, rubbing at his tired eyes that felt like sand had been thrown in them, and unplugged his cell from the wall.Â
Scanning through his email, the phone suddenly started to ring in his hand.Â
âHello,â Dean said as he brought it to his ear. âDetective Elliott? Itâs Detective Hanscum.â a woman said, urgency evident in her voice. âThereâs been another one.â
Chapter One
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Small announcement as we all wait patiently for my storytelling bones to revive after summer ended and Iâve gone back to teaching (itâs been dreadful btw, 8th graders are mean).
In between writing my new series coming up, Iâve been going back and rewriting an older series that needed some revamping! This first series is one I loved the concept of, but after reading through it, I was cringing horribly at how cliche and annoying I had written the main character. The story had a good basis, but lord, was I pulling from my limited knowledge of how to make a story intriguing and original.
With all that being said⌠Iâve gone through and re-wrote it! If youâve read it in the past and liked it, see what you think on what a more well-seasonedđ§đ§
đ§ author can do now ;)
If you havenât read it yet, itâs ok. I started it again recently and had many epiphanies of my cringey pick-me-girl language I gave my lead⌠BUT it should be MUCH BETTER now!! And who knows, 3 years from now, Iâll be making it even better. For now, Iâm happier with it than before.
Iâm hoping to get the first 5 chapters released sometime this weekend after I do a final run-through, but this series should be posted in completion in a week.
Without further adoâŚ. The Protection Program (An adaptation of an original series from 4 years ago.)
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STORYLINE: Coworker friends forever (CFFs) Kydd and Felixx are top detectives at the paranormal spooky investigation agency Psi Cops, where they solve mysteries and supernatural crimes using their overly competent incompetence.
so............basically an animated destiel comedy as goofy yet effective paranormal detectives why is nobody talking about this? which heller is responsible for this?
LOOK AT THESE TWO
#psi cops#spn adjacent#destiel#supernatural#i have no idea if its any good but ive seen the commercial a few times now and for fucks sake its too obvious#somebody wrote and or drew these two into another spinoff nobody knows about#well nobody on tumblr it seems anyway#CFFs COWORKER FRIENDS FOREVER#sd;lgjskdfgbjsdfbglsdfbgldfngkld;fjgkdfngjklfdjgndsf#one of these guys is unmistakeably cas even the collar of his detective suit is turned up like it wants to be a trenchcoat instead#the other one has a prn stache dean would be envious of and is also a debatable-blonde#OKAY SO ACTUALLY 2 of the actors on this show have been on an ep of spn (i dont remember or recognize them tho)#and none of the producers seem to have any spn credits on imdb so... my question stands#who is responsible for this animated AU fanfic on canadian television???#premieres tonight!!!! too bad i don't get the channel :///#i will however make a gifset of one of these trailers from youtube ;lksjfdgksfdhgdjkg
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[Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus ] [Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena]
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Written for this prompt from Fanfic lounge discord server:
"These flowers *(Epiphyllum Oxypetalum)* are the calling card of a killer. Someone in this building is about to die."
Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are the detectives in charge of investigating several murders happening by the hand of a mysterious serial killer with a botanic kink.
#destiel au#supernatural fanfic#destiel fanfic#detectives#there was only one bed trope#castiel#dean winchester#destiel
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THREE YEARS SINCE NOV 5TH, 2020 as summed up by Supernatural (sequel to this and this)
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[image ID: screenshots of Supernatural paired with screenshots of various tweets, news headlines and Tumblr posts.
A screenshot of Ed and Harry in SPN 3x13 Ghostfacers saying "You gotta be gay for that poor dead intern" with a screenshot of Misha Collins at the SPNNJ 2023 convention saying "I got a call from Warner Bros and they were like hey uh...is there any world you just let it go?" This is in reference to an incident in 2022 where Misha accidentally made headlines after a comment that seemed to be referring to his sexuality. His comments at this year's panel imply that the studio in fact did not want him to retract the comment and make the apology that he posted, but to instead just roll with it.
A screenshot of Bobby saying "Time travel?" and Dean saying "Yeah" in SPN 6x18 with a headline that says "Jensen Ackles' Explains The Winchester's Multiverse Twist & Supernatural Connection." This is about the series finale of Jensen's Supernatural spinoff "The Winchesters", in which it is revealed Dean and the Impala somehow traveled the multiverse to the alternate timeline the show takes place in.
A screenshot of Dean in SPN 15x08 saying "He's back, and he's out of control" with a screenshot of Misha Collin's first Tumblr post in seven years, a video with him and his brother being a public nuisance on public transportation. Also included are screenshots of various Tumblr users reacting with tags from various tumblr users. becauseofthebowties: "mishacollinsofficial tumblr account back from the dead???" myboobsarentsentientbeings: "this is the first thing he posts? after nearly 7 years???" casismybestfriend: "RED FUCKING ALERT MISHA IS BACK ON TUMBLR" cannabiscasgate: "who the fuck gave you back your password"
A screenshot of two news anchors in SPN 14x20, with one (named Jack) telling his co-host "I love you" and her replying "Jack?" with screenshots of the Destiel/Supernatural Confession meme trending multiple times this year with other current events topics like Russia, Titanic, etc. There is also a screenshot of a post by saintedcastiel that says "I cannot believe that since we started using the destiel meme as a breaking news alert that there hasn't been ONE destiel news anchor AU fic where they're co-anchors on the morning news. cas confessed on accident while they're on air and dean doesn't know how to respond so he just reads the next thing on the teleprompter."
A screenshot of Dean in SPN 5x14 as Cupid says "I-I was just following orders" with a screenshot of an anonymous Tumblr ask to user luxshine. The ask says "Hey! I was wondering if you have any updates on the LATAM dub situation and if you were/will able to contact the dub director". luxshine says "Hi! Well I could get the translator (you know, our dear rogue translator) and he told me that while he doesn't remember it completely (because he translates a lot of series) if Dean said "And I you" it's because the script he got said "And" I you" and the video he saw said "And I you" because he doesn't add stuff." This is in reference to a change in Spanish LATAM dub of Castiel's confession SPN 15x18, which added a line where Dean reciprocates, which was previously suspected to be a change added by the LATAM dubbing director or translator
A screenshot of a detective from SPN 8x08 saying, "[Chuckles] Whatever you say Scully" with a screenshot of the tumble blr blog ao3topshipsbracket's poll "AO3 Top Relationships Bracket - Round 2 Side 1" with Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (The X-Files) vs. Castiel/Dean Winchester (Supernatural.) In the final results from 51,514 votes, Mulder/Scully won by 53% and Castiel/Dean won by 47%. In early 2023, Tumblr added a polls feature which has led to numerous content, debates, and bracket polls similar to this.
A screenshot from SPN 11x15 where Dean says "No money, no glory" with a headline that says "Supernatural creator Eric Kripke gets 'zero' residuals from Netflix"
A screenshot of Dean rising from his grave in SPN 4x01 with a screenshot of a post from the official CW Supernatural Instagram with a clip from the pilot episode and the caption "And the story continues..." and a comment from a user that says "THE STORY CONTINUES?? WTF ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL US?? I HAVE ANXIETY YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME." For context, no one is sure if the post was supposed to reference new content from Supernatural or not but it has led to speculation.
A screenshot of SPN 8x01, with the onscreen lyric "Another year has passed me by."
#almost thought there wouldn't be enough for a year three post but here we are once again#destiel#spn#supernatural#nov 5th#november 5th#destiel anniversary#destiel confession meme#destiel news#deancas#nov5thposting#ntjdmakesthings
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Masterlist đšđšđš
Hi there, welcome. I'm reposting the masterlist on my other account, rusty's lodge and adding the fics i wrote on this one as well.
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MASTERLIST P.2
4am Masterlist
Writing conditions
Fandoms : Supernatural, Walker, The society, Hannibal, Peaky blinders, Sherlock Holmes, The Punisher, The Witcher, and many more!
Open to requests from other tv shows i might've watched, so request away đ¤đ¤
Supernatural :Â Â Â
One shots :Â
Sam and dean and John
Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P1.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)
Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P2.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)
Arguing siblings(Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Graduation (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Broken heart (Dean x sister reader)
Cakepops (Dean x sister reader)
Motorcycle accident (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Tummy ache (Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Arrested (Angsty Sam x sister reader)
Distant(Sam x sister reader)
The best dad (Sam x daughter reader)
Heartbroken (Sam/dean x sister reader)
I'll do it for you (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Sleep paralysis...Part1(Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Witchcraft (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Fun evening...Part 2(Angsty Dean x sister reader)
Fun evening..Part 1(Fluffy Dean x sister reader)
Social anxiety (Dean/Sam x sister reader)
Eating disorder part 1 (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
ED part 2, Dean(Dean x sister reader)
ED part 2, Sam (Sam x sister reader)
Periods (Dean/Sam x sister reader)
Staining the Winchester car (John x daughter reader)
Hungover Dean ( Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Non-binary little winchester(Sam/Dean x sibling reader)
Dean realizes his sisterâs lesbian( Dean x lesbian sister reader)
Forever love you, no matter what(Sam/Dean x lesbian sister)
I'm here now, kid (Dean winchester x daughter!reader)
Too young to go on hunts(Sam/Dean/Bobby x sister reader)
Sick (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Pretty girl (Sam/Dean x young sister reader)
psychic abilities (Sam/Dean x sister reader)Â
Homeschooled Part 1 (Sam/sister reader)
Homeschooled Part 2 (Sam/sister reader)
Sir mister judge (Dean x sister reader)
Bites pt1 (angst Dean winchester x daughter reader)
Bites pt2 (fluffy Dean winchester x daughter reader)
The hairdresser (Sam x young daughter reader)Â
Short hair (Sam/Dean x sister reader)Â
Panicky..(Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Hurtin' kid.(Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Family breakup. (Angst Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Sentimental sister (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
What's that you're wearing?(Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Siblings : sleepover (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Siblings : periods (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Singer sister meets Dean after a long time apart(Dean/Sam x sister reader)
Other characters :
The little secret (Castiel x reader)
I promised iâd keep you safe and i broke that promise(Platonic jack x sister reader)
Savior castiel (platonic castielx sister reader)
Charlie's girlfriend (Romantic fluff charlie x sister reader)
Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)
Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)
Motorcycle accident (Dean/Sam winchester x sister!reader)
Protective John(John Winchester x daughter!reader)
  Texts đą :
Sam and Dean :
Are you sure youâre feeling better ? (Sam x sick sister reader)
Prank time. (Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Night terrors (Dean x sister reader)
I crashed baby...(Sam/Dean x sister reader)
Other characters :
Blackmail Part 1(Claire novak x winchester sister reader)
Blackmail Part 2Â (Claire novak x winchester sister reader)
I will never leave (Jensen Ackles/ Danneel Ackles x daughter!reader)
Hannibal :
Poor behaviour Pt1 (hannibal x daughter reader)
Poor behaviour Pt2
It is but a little cold. (Fluff Hannibal x daughter reader)
Anger issues (Hannibal x daughter reader)
Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)
Peaky Blinders :
Final night in Soho (shelby brothers x sister)
Sherlock Holmes :
His ward. (Sherlock Holmes x sister reader)
His ward. PT2, choice 1
His ward. PT2, choice 2
The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)
Big Sky :
Hurt but safe.(Beau Arlen x daughter!reader)
The Last Of Us :
A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)
From stranger to father..(Joel miller x daughter!reader)
Fainter reader(Joel miller x daughter!reader/Ellie x sister!reader)
Home late(Joel miller x daughter!reader)
The witcher :
Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)
Top Gun Maverick :
Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)
Elvis :
I own you. (Smut Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)
Classic case of jealousy (Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)
#masterlist#sister x brothers#sister!reader#daughter!reader#father figure fic#sibling fic#winchester sister#daughter x father#adoptive father troop#dean winchester x sister!reader#dean winchester x sister#sherlock holmes#sherlock holmes fic#baby shelby#sherlock holmes x sister!reader#fake texts#walker x daughter#walker x daughter!reader#joel miller x platonic reader#joel miller x daughter#joel miller x daughter!reader#breaking bad imagines#punisher x daughter#frank castle x daughter#frank castle x daughter!reader
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Escape {68}
Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader
Warnings: Language, Sadness, Character Death, Funeral
Words: 2,234
Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Patreon
He couldnât walk in right away. Just being there didnât feel right. Sam offered to go for him, but he felt as if it was his responsibility, not his sons.Â
Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to see if Bobby was on his way out of his meeting, he then took the first step into the office of his eldest son. It was clear that Bobby was going to be a few minutes more and John didnât feel right just standing in the doorway any longer.Â
An empty box that the station usually uses for cases sat on the desk, a reminder of why he was there if he were to forget for any reason. But that wasnât possible.Â
Running his fingers along the dark wood of the desk, John moves around to the office chair and pushes it back a little so he can access the drawers. He sighs as he looks over the desk top, a few pictures of family smiling up at him and giving him a few good memories to grin about.Â
Reaching out for the one of him and Mary, he lifts it with ease, his thumb running over his wife in the picture as he smiles for the first time that morning, but that doesnât stop the sinking feeling he gets when he goes to set it into the box. And thatâs why he knew that he needed to come here and do this, not Sam.
He moves slowly, grabbing each picture and setting it in the box but not before looking them over first. Next, he starts opening the drawers, grabbing anything that looks like a personal item of Deans.
âHope that box is big enough.â The sudden company startles him, but he sends the man a soft smile.
âYeah, it should be fine. Doesnât look like he has much here anyway.â Bobby nods and slowly moves into the office, sighing as he looks around. âYou doing okay?â
âYeah.â Bobby sighs heavily, slipping his hands into his jeans. âItâs justâŚweird.â
âI get it.â John sympathizes, still pulling a few things from the drawers. âAre you going to give the office up?â It was a legit question, but Bobby has to admit that hearing it feels just as weird as seeing the room missing the owner.
âNo. I donât think Iâll be able to do that.â he says, shaking his head gently. It falls silent between the two while John continues to look for Deanâs personals, but when it looks like heâs about done, Bobby asks.
âWhat time is the service again?â
âThree.â John confirms, nodding while resting his hands on the box.
âDo you and Mary need me to do anything? Food maybe?â
âNo, sheâs got that handled. She just hired a caterer.â The two men nod, not knowing how else to respond. âAnd Sam and Sarah took care of the flowers, so,â
âGood. Thatâs good.â Neither would want to admit that they were both getting a little teary eyed. âWell,â he starts but has to clear his throat. âIf you guys need anything, just shoot me a text or give me a call, okay?â
âDefinitely.â John pushes a soft smile, trying to be as comforting as he can. âI should uh, get back to the house.â
âOf course.â Bobby nods, stepping aside to let John through the threshold first. âIâll see you in a couple of days.â John sends him a nod and then slowly makes his way out of the station, glancing at Eddieâs desk along the way.Â
Bobby stands outside Deanâs office, his heart heavy as he watches his friend leave, carrying a box that held the life of his best detective. In denial that any of this is happening, he turns to shut the office door and his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before latching it. As he goes to head back for his office though, he takes a quick look at Eddie's desk too, the heaviness of this entire situation just weighing him down and he knew there was nothing that would help make it go away.
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Mary was probably standing at the counter for over fifteen minutes just watching the coffee drip into the pot. The silence in the house assisted her in spacing out. Itâs only when the machine makes a deep gurgling noise that sheâs able to snap out of it and she pulls a few mugs down from the cupboard.
She fills all of them to the owner's liking and then sets the pot back on the burner. Grabbing the sugar bowl, she puts in a couple spoonfuls in hers and stirs it up, her attention span trying to escape again but she holds on by a thread.
When she hears her son clear his throat from the adjoining room, she sets the spoon down and quickly fixes up the others. Like a pro, she gets a good grip on the handles and carries them over to the table where Sam and Sarah are folding programs.Â
âHere you go, sweetie.â Sam looks up at his mom, sending her a gentle smile as she slides a mug over to his wife and then nudges his closer to him.
âThanks, mom.â Maryâs eyes linger on the cream colored pamphlet, her heart aching as she runs the tips of her fingers over one of the pictures on the inside.
âIâll be right back.â she tells them quietly, her coffee along with another in her hand as she heads for the backdoor. Careful not to spill either mugfull, she pushes on the handle with her elbow getting it to come loose enough for her to push it open with her foot. She then looks at the person sitting on the deck, a heartbreaking sigh falling from her lips before she makes her way over and takes a seat.
âI know you wonât take water but Iâm not giving you alcohol.â she says to her eldest son as she hands him the other coffee in her hand. His little grin doesnât last long, but Mary understands.
It kills her, everything that has happened. Dean was in the hospital for a few weeks, at one point on the brink of death. Doctors told them to prepare themselves and she was sure that she was losing her son, but he fought back. Just like he did everyday of his life, and now, here he was. Though, with how the outcome was for others, it didn't exactly feel like a win.
âHow are you holding up, honey?â
âIâm doing alright.â he answers after a few moments, his voice hoarse and low as he hasnât spoken a word for hours.
âYour leg hurting or anything?â
âNo, Iâm okay.â Switching her coffee to her right hand, Mary then rubs Deanâs back a little before leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He leans against her, welcoming the comfort though he said he wanted to be left alone. He couldnât deny that it was nice to have that in that moment.
âUh, mom?â Neither of them heard the backdoor open, but when they heard Sam they pulled apart and looked over their shoulders. âItâs the caterer. They have a question about one of the dishes.â Holding the cordless phone up, Sam canât help but look between the two of them, his curiosity of how his brother was doing being one of his main focuses.
âOkay.â Mary says as she gets up from her spot.
âMom, I can get it if youâŚâ
âNo, no. I got it. You just drink your coffee.â she points to the mug before reaching for the phone and heads back inside. Sam watches her for a moment but then steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Seeing this, Dean turns back and takes a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes disappear into the black liquid.
When Sam sits down, he sighs and looks over at his brother. Dean eventually looks up and they share a similar sad grin before Sam pats his brother on the back and then they both look out over the backyard together.Â
No words needed to be said between the two, and even if there was, neither of them knew what to say. After what they all have gone through over the past couple weeks silence was one of the best things for all of them.
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Though he was sitting in the front row with his family, Dean couldnât hear a word that the priest was saying. His eyes were locked on the casket at the front of the room. He never even heard his name being called from the man. It was Mary that got his attention when she put her hand on his leg.
He looks a little lost for a minute but then realizes heâs been summoned up on stage. As he walks by the casket, he takes slower strides and tries his hardest to keep his composure. But despite keeping himself together, once he gets up to the podium and looks out over the crowd, he locks back up.Â
Everyone is patient of course, not one person not understanding what he was going through, but that didnât stop him from feeling a tad embarrassed for the fact that heâs lost his tough guy persona in front of so many.
He feels like heâs up there for hours before heâs able to clear his throat and finally look away from the casket. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, slowly unraveling it to remind himself of what he had written down. It took him days to get down what he wanted to say, and even then he knew it would never be enough.
âHi.â One word out and he already has to clear his throat. âIâve uhâŚIâve spent days going through every memory I possibly could trying to come up with the best thing to say for this. But the thing is,â he pauses, shaking his head as tears start filling his eyes. âNothing I say will ever reach the heights that it should.â With how emotional he was already getting, Dean knew he would have to pause his speech multiple times.
âThe truth is, and we all know it, is that this should have never happened. Thereâs evil all around us all the time and Iâve dedicated my life to trying to stop that. And despite what everyone has told me, multiple times, I feel as if Iâve failed.â he croaks and has to reach up to rub his neck, in an attempt to loosen the tightness he was feeling.
âI think about that night over and over again, and I think about how if I was just a little more aware, if I just looked around a little more before entering that barn, then maybe I could have prevented this from escalating as much as it did.â Dean wipes at his face and then smooths out his notes on the podium. The sniffles coming from the crowd go unheard by him because heâs so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings. Heâs struggling to focus on his own speech let alone how the room is reacting to what heâs saying.
âMany of you have told me your side of the story, about how everything went down that night and I know that none of us are surprised.â Deanâs able to smile just a bit as he looks out at his fellow officers. âEddie was just as dedicated to the job as I was and thatâs why I was honored to have him as a partner.â He seems to reminisce for a second before clearing his throat again, the speech heading back into emotional territory.Â
âI donât know if itâs because of his lack of family and support or if we were just meant to click the way we did, but over the years heâs become family to me and I couldnât imagine working alongside anyone else.â Dean looks up from his notes then, his eyes landing on someone in the front row and they donât so much as flinch as he continues. âEddie spent his last moments protecting the most important person in my life, and I know that even if we werenât as close as we were, his actions wouldnât have changed because thatâs the kind of person and officer he was.â Eyes dropping back to his paper, he has yet to dry another tear that slips from his eye.
âThereâs nothing that Iâll ever be able to do that will repay him for what heâs done. I just hope that I can honor him throughout the rest of my life and I hope that itâll be enough.â Dean swallows and then straightens himself a bit before looking over at the casket again.
âWeâll see you on the other side, brother.â he concludes, haphazardly folding up his paper and sticking it back in his jacket. Then, he carefully walks back to his seat, babying his leg since standing for too long seems to make it flare up.
When he takes his seat again, you slide your hand into his, bearing down as you try and comfort him. Once he finds a comfortable spot where his leg starts to calm, he leans over and kisses your cheek, silently thanking his partner again for saving you from the bullet that night.
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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 11: Enemies to Lovers
Bad Education | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,061 Main Tags/Warnings: Buttler!Castiel, CEO!Dean, enemies to lovers, boss/employee relationship, character development, comedy Summary: When a multimillionaire grandfather wants to give his grandson Dean Winchester a lesson, he will search for a desperate method by hiring Dean's worst nightmare to be his butler. Will the charismatic Castiel be able to educate the most egocentric, selfish and rebellious rich dude and turn him into a perfect CEO? Or will they kill each other before that happens?
Better Than You | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,950 Main Tags/Warnings: Light internalized homophobia, office au, coming out, rivals to lovers, childhood friends, fluff, angst, happy ending Summary: Dean has many goals in his life, but there's just one that bothers him to death: to defeat the perfect Castiel Novak at any cost. This is a self-discovering journey, in which Dean will try his best to win against Castiel and not to fall in love with him in the meantime.
Maybe not a comedy (according to Jack), but he likes the happy ending | @seidenapfel Rating: Mature Word Count: 67,602 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Space, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Canon-Typical Violence, Angels, Demons, Angel Wings, Hell, Purgatory, Heaven, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt Dean Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Angst with a Happy Ending, Castiel's True Form (Supernatural), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, mention of Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, possible Meg Masters/Charlie Bradbury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary: Dean Winchester is dead. He died ten years ago, when he sold his soul to Demon Corp in order to save his brotherâs life. He has lost everything, even his dignity. All that is left is a brutal tool to torture other lost souls on Inferno just like himself. Castielâs orders are simple. Free one random soul from the pit on Inferno in order to bring it back to Angelus Associationsâ headquarters on Paradiso. No one expects him to be successful, but, as a soldier, he never questions his orders. The moment Castiel lays eyes on the human overseer, everything changes. Castiel has found his mission, the man he needs to save. An adventure begins that takes Dean and Castiel from planet to planet, from Inferno to Purgatorio to Paradiso, and beyond. Itâs a journey to find themselves and each other.
Vampirenatural: The Rebellion - Rogue | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 225,822 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, World of Darkness, Human Dean Winchester, Detective Dean Winchester, Vampire Castiel (Supernatural), Angst, Smut, Gallows Humor, Sexual Humor, Sexual Tension, Human/Vampire Sex, Blood Drinking, Blood Sharing, sickness and injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Recreational Drug Use, Slow Burn, Kiiiind of Mafia, Kiiiind of Murder Husbands, Russian Castiel (Supernatural), Implied/Referenced Suicide, non-consensual biting, BAMF Dean Winchester, BAMF Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Acts of War Summary: From clubs to underground caverns, seedy motels, haunted hotels and exclusive mansions, Los Angeles has it all. It's a place for the pretty and the hopeful, but beneath its star-spangled façade are shadowy corners harbouring the vagrant and the vagabond alike. It's a world of corruption, sex and violence, Detective Dean Winchester has learnt to navigate with ease. Eight years at Santa Monica PD could never have prepared him for the underbelly of this so-called City of Angels though. Dean knows the shadows, he knows them intimately, but is he prepared for the World of Darkness?
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How you meet Michael - Cordelia
Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.
Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch
Disclaimer: soulmate au
Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating donât exist in their world.
The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasnât the case, not that you knew that you werenât supposed to see them.
At first, you were sure he was a freak who didnât know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasnât normal. You asked your youngest sister âGoldie, do you see that?â. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didnât notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasnât just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.
Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didnât know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.
His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didnât go unnoticed by him, he wasnât sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.
He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didnât vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldnât feel.
At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasnât something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.
His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.
At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldnât be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.
âYou are different,â he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.
âMy name is Michael,â he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered
âCall me Coraâ.
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Undercover - Chapter One
Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.Â
Universe: Detective AU
Pairing: None (yet)Â
Chapter Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Dark subject matter. Angst.
A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I havenât written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. ButâŚI started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post the prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy it, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. Iâm happy to say, most of you seemed to enjoy it so here is Chapter One. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible â¤ď¸ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.
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Undercover Masterlist
3 weeks before PrologueÂ
Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working.Â
After spending a week in the hospital after âthe incidentâ, he had been ordered by his Captain, Rufus Turner, to take some time off work to recuperate from his ordeal. Dean wasnât happy with this command, and had been very resistant to agree. The police force was his life, and the idea of just sitting at home doing nothing was alien to him. But he knew that Rufus was not the kind of man you could argue with.Â
Rufus had been his chief for several years, and Dean knew that he wouldn't back down once he had made up his mind. He had tried to reason with him, explaining the importance of his job as a police officer, but Rufus had already made up his mind.
Flashback
"Look, I know how you feel," the older man had said, his tone firm. "But you need to take some time off. You've been working non-stop for months. You need to recharge your batteries, spend some time with your family, and just relax."
Dean knew that his Captain was right. He had been putting in long hours, working weekends and holidays, and neglecting his personal life. He had missed important family events, and he could feel the strain on his relationships.
"I understand, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit at home and do nothing."
Rufus smiled. "I'm not asking you to do that. There are plenty of things you can do. You can take a vacation, travel, catch up on some reading, or do something you've always wanted to do but never had time for. The point is to take a break, clear your head, and come back refreshed."
The officer nodded, silently acknowledging the wisdom in the words he had just heard. He knew he needed a break, and he also knew that his Captain had his best interests at heart. He would take some time off, reconnect with his family, and come back ready to serve and protect.
"Thank you, sir," he said, standing up. "I appreciate your concern, and I'll take your advice."
Rufus nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, go enjoy yourself. That's an order."
When he eventually returned to work, the idea of being given a new identity and to move away from Lawrence, Kansas had been posed to him. He had been furious, but had eventually agreed when he realised if he didnât, his life could be in danger.Â
It was going to be strange. A new day, a new station and a new name.Â
He pulled the badge from his pocket, the one that was mailed to him by his new superior Captain Bobby Singer.Â
Detective Jon Elliot.Â
Dean huffed a laugh. He recognised the mixture of names that had been chosen. Jon Bon Jovi and Joe Elliott. He was impressed. Even though he didnât think he looked anything like a âJonâ, the name was something he was going to have to get used to. His life, and many others, were at stake.
Opening the heavy doors of the police station, he walked over to the desk officer.Â
âDetective Elliot to see Captain Singer,â he announced. The deputy nodded and picked up the phone. Dean turned around, noticing a few chairs to his left and sat down.Â
He looked around the reception area. It was full of people, coming and going, and was much bigger than the station he had worked in back in Lawrence. It consisted of a large communal area with around twenty desks and three offices. One that belonged to him and his partner Benny, one that had belonged to Captain Turner and one that had been used as a store room. There had been very little crime in the area he had originally worked in.Â
That was until Michael had come to town.Â
He shook the memory from his head, determined to not let himself be distracted today.Â
âDetective Elliott?â A burly, thick set, bearded man in his late 50âs was walking towards him, his hand outstretched.Â
âCaptain Singer.â Dean stood and shook the man's hand.Â
âPlease. Call me Bobby. Thereâs no formality here,â he said âCome with me if you will,â he continued, gesturing to a corridor on his left.Â
Dean nodded, and side by side the men walked quietly towards an open door.Â
Entering the spacious office, Bobby closed the door behind him as Dean took a seat by the large, oak desk. Taking a moment to look around the room, the Detective took a deep breath as he tried to get himself accustomed to the new surroundings. Photo frames filled with smiling faces adorned the wooden space in front of him. He could only assume that it was the family of the older man who he would be reporting into.Â
"Dean, I was sorry to hear about Benny," the Captain started, taking his place in his plush office chair opposite him before he steepled his fingers. "Terrible situation."
âThank you,â Dean acquiesced, taking in the grim expression on Bobbyâs grizzled features. He appreciated the concern, but was hoping that he wouldnât be expected to go into too much detail. He wasnât sure he felt quite ready enough to discuss what happened in depth with a stranger, even if he did mean well.Â
âLosing one of our own is always a deep blow,â the elder man continued, âAnd for it to be your partner while you were on a case must make it even harder to bear. I have lost a few colleaguesâŚâ Bobbyâs words trailed off as he realised Dean was fidgeting in his seat, loosening his tie with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand drumming against the wooden arm of the chair.Â
âAnyway, I digress,â he went on, mentally kicking himself for making the new Detective feel uncomfortable, âIâm sure youâll fit right in here. I trust your new accommodation is to your liking?âÂ
Dean was happy that the subject had been changed. As Bobby had been speaking, he could feel his heart rate begin to raise, his palms getting sweaty. He wondered briefly if the Captain had noticed, and that was why he had stopped talking. If that was the case, Dean knew he needed to get himself in check. He could not perform his duties correctly if he couldnât bring himself to talk about Benny. Even though no one else in the precinct knew his real identity except his superiors, it was enough that Bobby asking him questions had made him react this way for him to realise he may need to take the force up on the offer of a therapist.Â
âYes, yes thank you Sir. Itâs very nice,â Dean lied. The small apartment he had been supplied was in a rough part of town, above a liquor store, but he was grateful for the relative safety the tiny rooms afforded him.Â
âOkay so,â his new Captain went on, âIâll introduce you to the team, using your assumed name of course. Theyâre a good bunch. A few mavericks that need to be reigned in now and again, but besides that, they behave themselves most of the time.âÂ
Raising from his seat, Bobby buttoned his jacket as he walked past Dean towards the door. He opened it and gestured for the younger man to exit the stuffy office.Â
He was led through a corridor into a bustling investigation room. Numerous staff were typing away on keyboards, the clack of their fingers creating a cacophony of different rhythms. Desk phones were ringing loudly, most of them being ignored. A large white board containing photographs of suspects in the particular case they were currently investigating stood at the front of the room, words written in different colours of magic marker, some circled, some underlined filling in the gaps between images.Â
Dean followed his superior as he moved between the desks, the occupants standing up as the Captain passed, nodding at him briefly before taking their seats again and getting on with whatever work they had been doing. Some of them glanced at Dean as he walked closely behind, others ignored his presence.Â
It was clear that Bobby ran a tight ship and was well respected by his subordinates. The fact that they stood up when he approached their work station was a surprise to Dean, as this was not something anyone did for Rufus back in Lawrence, but he made a mental note to remember this in future.Â
The duo had reached the desk of an attractive blonde police woman. Her face was open and pleasant, a bright smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, as Bobby introduced her.Â
âDetective Donna Hanscum, this is Detective Jon Elliott.âÂ
âPleased to meet ya,â she said, holding her hand out. Dean shook it, warming to her friendly demeanour straight away.Â
âIâll leave you in Donnaâs capable hands,â the Captain told him, âcome by my office before you leave for the evening.âÂ
As Bobby turned away, Donna pulled a chair out and patted it. âTake a seat.âÂ
âCoffee?â she offered, her eyes moving towards a vending machine in the corner of the room. âItâs not gourmet, but it does the job.âÂ
Dean was relieved. He was desperate for some caffeine. âPlease. Black, no sugar.âÂ
âYou betcha.âÂ
As Donna prepared the beverage, Dean took in more of his surroundings. The staff were a mixture of uniformed and plain clothes officers, male and female, young and old. Some were busy on their desktops, others were leaning back in their seats, cellphones to their ears. Food was being consumed at work stations, papers were being shuffled, names were being yelled.Â
It was so different to what Dean was used to, but he liked it. It distracted the tumultuous thoughts that haunted him, even in his waking hours.Â
Donna, returning to her desk, brought him out of his reverie. He took the plastic cup gratefully and gingerly sipped the tepid liquid. She was right. It was far from gourmet, muddy tasting and luke warm, but it provided the caffeine hit he really needed right now.Â
âNasty right?â Donna chuckled, obviously noticing Deanâs disdainful expression.Â
âItâs fine,â he smirked, placing the cup down.
âSo, Jon,â Donna said, turning her body towards him, âWhat brings you here?â
Chapter Two
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Fanfic recs - AU edition!
In honour of You're the Bad Guys (E), my Cold War spies AU where Crowley is KGB and Aziraphale is MI6 and they're stationed in 1980s Berlin, I thought I would recommend a few of my favourite AUs.
Half Agony, Half Hope(E) by @gorgeousundertow - a regency romance AU with lots of the real life political unrest, class and privilege all providing a great replacement for the Heaven/Hell Celestial System. The regency period is often portrayed just balls and poshos in empire waistlines, but actually it was a hugely tumultuous period. The disenfranchised classes were demanding better pay, better conditions and the vote, whilst those in power feared any concession would reduce their own power and privilege. The result was some horrific state violence, and some of the most oppressive laws in British history (though there's a lot of competition there...!). It's always nice to see a historical AU that engages with the period so well, and uses it to make Crowley and Aziraphale's romance all the sweeter. One of the only fics I've ever read as a WIP (yes, I still want you to read my WIP, I am a complete hypocrite).
A Love Story with Detective Interruptions (T) by @fremulon - a 1930s AU series (2 works), where Aziraphale is an amateur sleuth in the vein of Miss Marple, exonerating the wrongfully accused (ie, Crowley), and solving house party murders willy nilly. The plots are based on Golden Age of Detective Fiction books (Dorothy Sayers and Agatha Chistie, specifically) and are delightful. The romance is definitely slow burn, but absolutely lovely.
South Downs (E) by @summerofspock - Crowley and Aziraphale star in a historical Bridgerton-esque miniseries, except it's gay. (I would watch the fuck out of that, just saying). Sometimes art mirrors life - sometimes life mirrors art! I love this one and I would legitimately like to watch the TV show they're supposed to be in.
Sit Tight, Take Hold (E) by @nieded - OK this one is not even remotely historical and, like, I hate cars and formula one holds zero interest to me...and yet I INHALED this formula one AU with Crowley and Aziraphale as drivers on opposing teams. Like...I really cared who won...a car race???? Features Gabriel and Sandalphone being true twats, which I must admit I enjoy.
Slow Show (E) by @mia-ugly - And finally, of course, Slow Show. Sure this one is not exactly an undiscovered gem but I still love it and if, in some wild, unreasonable twist of fate you haven't read it, you definitely should!
...plus one last rec - The Leap, by - @friendofcarlottathis is a Destiel fic, not Good Omens. But it is a historical romance AU about Cold War Berlin (in the 1960s, rather than 1980s, and there are no spies, but it is SO excellent for historical detail, especially life in East Germany). And in my opinion you only need to watch a few Castiel and Dean clips on youtube and you're ready to read Destiel AUs. I have only watched a season or so of Supernatural myself đ¤ˇââď¸
What do you think, have you read any of these? Any favourites? If anyone has other AU's to recommend, especially historical ones, please do!
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