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Dean and Cas are getting married!💚💙

Happy Valentine’s Destiel Wedding Day everyone!

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Post 15x19 fix it fic

~2,8k words

“Are you nervous?” Sam teased Dean, who stood in front of the mirror, tugging his tie straight. He thought about it for a moment “Excited? Sure, can’t wait to see Cas again after you forced us to spend last night apart for some stupid tradition. Nervous? No. It’s Cas I’m marrying.” Sam smiled knowingly, already half out the door. “I’m very happy for you two!” Alone again, Dean’s eyes drifted back to the mirror and he placed his hand on his shoulder, right over Cas’ handprint. He meant what he had said to Sam. It had been the first night they had been apart since he got Cas back and he barely slept. He had just felt wrong without hearing Cas’ gentle breaths, without being able to wrap his arms around the former angel and without feeling the weight of Cas’ head on his chest. But was he nervous? Not at all. He was almost surprised at how calm he felt. He’d never been this sure about anything in his life. After today, he would never have to spend another night without Cas.

Everything was perfect. Everyone they knew had insisted on helping with the wedding in one way or another. Sam wanted to officiate them, he got his license as soon as he heard the happy news. Eileen had taken the grooms separately to shop for wedding suits, Jack had promised them a warm, sunny day and handmade the invitations with Claire. Jody and Donna had baked their wedding cake, Ellen and Jo contributed a dozen homemade pies, Bobby took care of the bar and the catering. Garth and Bess promised to capture the whole day on their cameras. Gabe offered to be their DJ and Ash took care of all the technical stuff. Rowena had promised them truly magical fireworks at night, while Crowley and Benny were in charge of the security, although that shouldn’t be necessary ever since Jack became god.

Charlie and Dorothy had not only offered their vast, beautiful property as their wedding venue, they had also taken care of the decorations. The ceremony was set to take place on the Southern side of their house. An aisle led through rows of white chairs up to a little lake in front of which they had placed a rectangular wooden arc, decorated with greenery and big white flowers that stood out brightly against the blue water in the background. The Western side of the house was already equipped with a big dance floor around which tables, a big buffet and a bar had been set up. To top it all off, Charly and Dorothy had hanged fairy lights in every single tree on their property, which would create a magical atmosphere at night.

Lost in thoughts, Dean adjusted the flower on his lapel and smiled at the mirror. He never thought that he – Dean fucking Winchester – would ever get married. And yet here he was. His phone buzzed and his smile became even wider as he saw who texted him.

[Cas 10:34] Dean?

[Dean 10:35] What’s up? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now😉

[Cas 10:37] No, my feet are perfectly fine, why would they be cold?

Dean rolled his eyes, amused at his fiancé’s confusion.

[Dean 10:37] Not literally, that’s an expression for someone who has second thoughts on their wedding day. What’s going on?

[Cas 10:38] Oh. I see. I’m nervous that I might act weird because I don’t know all wedding customs. So I wanted to ask if you could maybe help me out when I’m about to make a fool out of myself.

[Dean 10:39] Sure thing, sunshine, but don’t worry about acting right, it’s your wedding day, all you have to do is enjoy it. And everybody here knows you’re a little weird😉

Without a knock, Charlie barged in. “What’s up bitch, you ready? Cause your fiancé is and he’s smokin’ hot.” She winked as she noticed Dean’s blushing cheeks. “Yeah, I’m ready. Where’s Bobby?” “Already waiting downstairs for you. I have to go, see you in a few”.  As quick as she had come, she disappeared again. Dean took another glance at the mirror to make sure everything was perfect before he left the room.

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OH MY GOD I‘VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!

Soul Searching Act Five

“Castiel discovers a mysterious box in the search to fix Jack’s broken soul. When Dean opens the box, Sam, Jack and Castiel are forced to face confronting truths about themselves… and each other.”

aka the body swap adventure we deserved but never got

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part Four | ao3

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Ooookay, fanfic idea: Cas is a priest, Dean goes there to confess after every hunt or whatever and obvs he wouldn’t talk like ”forgive me father for I have sinned”, he’d go in there like “wanna hear about how the sister of god just hit on me?”

And Cas would first be weirded out but slowly get used to his regular visits until it becomes his favorite thing about his week. He’d wait impatiently and go “what happened next?” whenever Dean stops speaking.

Obviously they fall in love and start dating.

OR Dean is actually not a hunter but just making up stories because he wants to troll the church after John sends him there for being gay and turns out he ends up with the one new & gay priest.

We Could Stay

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Prompt - Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

They’d barely been in town for forty minutes when Dean suggested they head to the bar in an effort to find out if there was a case here. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean would spend the night hitting on women whilst he sat alone in a corner, nursing a beer and making his way through news articles about the recent deaths. 

Despite knowing just how the night would go Sam didn’t feel the usual irritation that he normally did, instead he smiled over at Dean and nodded his agreement, watching as Dean grinned before he was patted roughly on the back and following his brother out of the door.

The bar was the same as every other one they had passed through and after a quick glance around Sam made his way into a relatively empty corner of the bar as Dean ordered their drinks. He wasted no time in pulling his laptop and newspapers out of his bag and spreading them out on the table.

“You know, Sammy, it wouldn’t kill you to have fun every once in a while.” Dean told him as he set the drink down next to the laptop.

“No but it might kill somebody else.” Sam shot back, taking a sip of beer before he gestured to the articles on the table. “You ever heard of anything like this before?”

“No never, there’s nothing in dad’s journal?” Dean said, eyes already straying from the papers and locking onto a pair of blondes walking through the door. 

“Not that I remember.” Sam muttered, pulling the journal towards him and flicking through it. 

“How ‘bout you check the journal again and I…” Dean trailed off causing Sam to glance up and roll his eyes, gesturing for Dean to go.

Sam didn’t know how long he had been sitting alone, lost in the repetitive motion of reading through a newspaper article then comparing it to something in the journal before shaking his head when nothing came from it. Despite the noise levels in the bar picking up as time passed Sam was so deeply absorbed in his research that he startled when felt a hand rest on top of his forearm.

One hand reached for his pocket towards his gun as his head snapped up, eyebrows knitting together as he took in the girl in front of him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it and Sam couldn’t help but swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You said to him causing him to shake his head slightly, glancing around the bar before looking back at you in confusion. He could see you looked panicked despite the smile on your face that took his breath away. 

“Are you ok?” Sam asked quietly, keeping his voice low as he smiled over at you, eyes darting around the room again because clearly something had caused you to come over to him.

Sam watched your smile falter for a second before you took a steadying breath and leaned in close, close enough so that he could feel your hair brush against his cheek and he had to fight down the urge to shiver as you whispered in his ear.

“See the guy at the bar, red baseball cap,” You whispered and Sam glanced over as discreetly as he could, spotting the man you were talking about. He was watching you with a gaze that made even Sam feel fearful. “He’s been hitting on me and won’t take no for an answer.” 

When you pulled away you saw the stranger's eyes soften as he looked at you and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking you’d picked the right guy to approach. The guy at the bar had been uncomfortably trying to hit on you for a while, your friend was running late leaving you alone and every time you’d tried to leave he would follow you and brush his hand across your arms making you shiver in disgust.

“Here,” The stranger said, gesturing to the free seat that would have you facing away from the bar and you couldn’t help but relax as the stranger played along, “Please have a seat, let me just move this mess.”

You chuckled as you took in the sight of newspapers sprawled across the small table and the laptop open with another article before taking a seat and raising an eyebrow at the man.

“What is all that stuff? Not many people come here to catch up on the news.” The stranger let out a laugh, running his hand through his hair as he gathered all the papers together and moved them closer to him.

“I’m here on business but my,” Here the stranger paused for a second as if choosing his words before he nodded in the direction of another man. You turned around in time to see a man surrounded by two beautiful blond women doing a shot, “my partner had other plans.”

“Left you with all the work, huh?” You smiled as you turned back to face him.

“He doesn't really have the patience for the research part, he prefers the hands on stuff, you know?” He said and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded along with him.

“So, what research are you doing?” You asked, watching as the stranger seemed to debate how much he could tell you.

“We’re here about the recent murders.” He told you and your eyes widened.

“Wow, that’s not what I expected.” You laughed before taking a sip from your drink, watching as the stranger chuckled nervously. “They’re weird right, I mean no heads or hearts, what kind of monster does something like that?”

What kind of monster indeed, Sam thought to himself but couldn’t help but smile over at you.

“If you could answer that question you would save me a whole lot of work.” Sam said, smiling as he watched you laugh, watching how your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, watched as a smile spread across your face and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked.

“If only things were that easy, huh?” The stranger laughed and you forced yourself to look away from the dimples that appeared and the way his eyes lit up. “Though if you need any help I work over at the library so if you needed access to any records or anything,”

“That would actually be really helpful, thank you..” The stranger trailed off and you realised that you had yet to introduce yourself to him.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N.” You told him, feeling your cheeks heat up as his lips curved into another smile.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Sam, somehow that sounded about right. “Thank you for the offer, Y/N, I might just have to take you up on it.” 

“Anything I can do to help.” You smiled and cursed the butterflies in your stomach that danced around as he smiled back.

Somehow without either of you noticing time passed in a blur of several conversations with the two of you getting to know each other. You feeling comfortable around the stranger despite usually never doing so with others but perhaps there was something about the way his eyes lit up as he spoke or the way his dimples deepened as he laughed at something you said or the way his hands moved around as he talked about his life. 

“Didn’t you say you were meeting a friend?” Sam asked as he glanced over to the laptop and saw how much time had passed. 

“Yeah she should be here by no-” You cut yourself off as you glanced around the room and saw your friend stood at the bar with Sam’s partner and the two blonds from earlier. “Seems she found your friend instead.” You chuckled, glancing back at Sam and seeing him grin in amusement.

“Yeah, Dean’s got a real knack for making friends.” Sam said, causing you to laugh and he felt happiness run through him from drawing the sound out of you. “Refill?” He asked and gestured towards the bar, watching as you nodded before he shoved his things back in his bag and walked over to the bar with you.

“Hey Sammy!” Dean grinned over at his brother, the others around him giggling as he stumbled off the seat. “See you made a friend.” 

“Yeah, seems you’ve had a few too many shots.” Sam said as he steadied his brother who tried to shake him off but stopped as another wave of unsteadiness hit. “You ready to head back?” He asked, looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the girl's protest around him instead choosing to focus on your soft smile. 

“Probably for the best huh, early start and all that.” Dean said, eyes glancing between you and Sam. “But don’t let me ruin your night, Sammy.” 

You giggled softly as Sam rolled his eyes at his partner but couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way his cheeks turned pink and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at you with a sheepish smile as he did.

“Let’s get you back.” He said to Dean, his sheepish smile turning apologetic as he looked at you but you just shook your head, smile in place. Sam’s eyes darted behind you and you watched as his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed.

“What is it, Sammy?” His partner seemed to sober up pretty quickly but Sam shook his head as he let his eyes drop back to you. 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked not needing to turn around, not wanting to see the man. 

All the time you had spent sat with Sam, talking and laughing with him, it was easy to forget the reason you had gone over to him in the first place and now you could feel the man's gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you nodded, swallowing around the tightness in your throat. 

“Would you mind?” You asked softly, taking a step closer to him, “My apartment is on the way to the motel so you wouldn’t be going out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t mind either way.” Sam told you and you watched him look over the top of your head and glare at the man who was still watching you with a predatory look, raising an eyebrow at Sam who’s hands curled into a fist before he looked down at your worried expression and forced himself to relax, smiling down at you comfortingly and gesturing towards the door. “You ready?”

You nodded and let Sam lead you out of the bar, Dean trailing behind as he took a moment to scan the bar and caught sight of the man staring after you with a look that had him touching his gun before he followed the two of you out.

“Thank you for helping me out tonight.” You said softly, walking as close to Sam as you could without tripping either of you up. 

Sam looked down at you with wide, sympathetic eyes but there was a soft smile on his face as he spoke and you couldn’t help but relax in his presence.

“You don’t have to thank me,” He told you, his hand brushing against yours causing your cheeks to heat up but the cold chill could also be blamed, “I’m glad I was there.”

“Me too.” You said sincerely, looking up at him with a smile and desperately trying not to get lost in his eyes.

As the two of you walked ahead Dean stayed a few paces behind, unable to keep the grin off his face as he watched his brother let his guard down, cheeks flushed pink and a shy smile on his face as he listened to whatever you were saying. It had been a long time since he had seen this side of Sam and his brother deserved it, after all the hell they’d gone through Sam deserved to be happy.

“This is me.” You said, gesturing to the apartment building to your right causing Sam’s smile to falter as he looked from the building back to you.

“Can I see you again?” He asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself and you couldn’t help but smile as his eyes widened, clearly not planning on saying that. “I mean, you seem really, you know and I, I-”

“Yes,” You told him, cutting him off with a giggle, “I’d like that.”

“Really?” He asked in surprise before wincing a second later as Dean smacked the back of his head before walking past the two of you causing you to laugh.

“Really,” You smiled, “Here take my phone number.” Sam was quick to pull his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you, watching as you typed your name and number into the phone before handing it back. “You better call me.”

“I promise.” He swore with a wide, disbelieving smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight Sam.” You whispered before pulling away.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Sam murmured back, resisting the urge to pull you into his arms and instead watched you slip past him and into the apartment building, turning back to give him a smile before disappearing up the stairs. 

“We could stay.” Dean said after a few moments, startling Sam causing his head to snap around to face Dean. 

“What?” He asked, glancing back to the door before turning to Dean again.

“We could stay.” Dean repeated knowing that if his brother said the word then he’d do everything in his power to make it possible. “Seems like a real great girl.”

“Yeah she does.” Sam said softly, a smile pulling at his lips without meaning to.

“We could stay.” Dean said again and Sam looked at him with wide eyes, searching Dean’s face for something before he shrugged, taking one last glance at the door before he gestured for Dean to follow him back to the motel.

“Maybe we could.” Sam said, voice so soft that Dean barely heard it but he did and he knew that you must have been something else to make such an impact on Sam. 

Sam fell into bed that night, phone clutched in his hand as his thoughts ran through his head too fast for him to make sense of. It was ridiculous, he’d only just met you and here you were already invading his thoughts like you had never not been there. Something about you made him feel things he thought had died long ago with Jessica, feelings he thought he was destined never to feel again.

Maybe they could stay here, maybe they could make it work, maybe you could be the thing Sam needed to feel human, to feel worthy. Maybe you could be the thing he felt like he was missing.

Sam didn’t know and he was too confused to try and make sense of what he was feeling, all he did know for sure was that he was going to call you tomorrow, first chance he got.

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THESE HALLWAYS ECHO

A @deancashorrorfest fic coming this October!

Story by @thefastestqueeralive Artwork by @celestialstarlight27

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~9000

Tags/Warnings: Major character death, graphic description of suicide, body horror, blood and gore, isolation, suicidal thoughts

Teaser:

Loneliness. Previously, Dean Winchester had thought he knew the definition of the word, the way it felt to be isolated. That was wishful thinking. It’s here and now, in these never-ending corridors of winding walls and this damn carpet with the nauseating pattern, where Dean discovers the true meaning of being alone. Solitary. Detached. The man hears ghosts, echoes of conversations long since over, but there’s nobody for him to speak to. Dean sees the phantoms of late vacationers stepping through doorways or occupying beds but he can never get anybody’s attention. No one stops to hear him. Not a single soul has looked him in the eye or acknowledged that he, too, is trapped here. Caught in this unending hallway where time means nothing and waiting for tomorrow is fruitless.

Established Relationships

So you want fics without any of the awkwardness of a weird build up or painful pining? Then here are some established relationship fics for you.

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord on AO3. (24,872 words).

Tags: Time Travel, Episode s04e02 Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester, Future Fic, Human Castiel, Castiel in the Bunker, Established Relationship, Impala Sex, Angel of the Lord!Cas.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe.

Notes: I do love a good time travel fic, and frankly, Dean still being pissy about Ruby made me laugh out loud.

Just Like You by imherecauseimnotallthere98 on AO3. (35,717 words).

Tags: Homophobia, Homophobic John, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Established Relationship, Protective Castiel, BAMF Castiel, Protective Sam Winchester, Angry John, Angry Dean Winchester, Angry Sam Winchester, Protective Bobby Singer, Awesome Bobby, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Scared Dean, John Being an Asshole, Swearing, Bisexual Dean, Pansexual Castiel, Past Child Abuse, Accidental Outing, Death Threats, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When John shows up at their door in the middle of the night, the Winchesters and Cas start looking into who or what could have brought him back. Meanwhile, Dean struggles to keep his relationship with Cas a secret from his father, with some help from Sam. The tension rises between the Winchesters as Dean shows John that he is no longer the obedient little soldier he once was, and tries to establish himself as an equal with his dad.

Notes: I am fully aware I recced this really recently, but I did really enjoy it and there is an established relationship! I am starting a new rule where I will only rec things more than once if I rate them either 4 or 5 stars, but if I read a fic worse than that while specifically looking at a tag, then it will be in that post. Does that make sense? I think it does.

Take You To The Country by almaasi on AO3. (18,987 words).

Tags: Historical AU, Propositions, Eloping, Newspapers, Fluff, Romance, Forbidden Love, Misunderstandings, Pining, First Kiss, Established Relationship, Running Away Together, Moving In Together, Childhood Friends, Marriage Proposal, Farmer Dean, Bisexual Dean, Domestic Dean Winchester, Clock maker Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Frustrated Sam.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A Dean/Cas 1950s AU. Dean reads an elopement proposal in the town's local newspaper, written by some old soul in love with their best friend. He's mid-way through expressing to his brother how beautiful he finds it when Dean realises the proposal is for him.

Notes: So cute! I love the letter Sam writes to the newspaper at the end, it was just so beautifully written and he seemed simultaneously so happy for them and so done. I’m not really sure it counts as an established relationship, but it is tagged that, so I’ll include it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits on AO3. (10,190 words).

Tags: Generically canonverse, Established Relationship, Miscommunication.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless.

Notes: Beautifully written, and I genuinely don’t know how they managed to make such a short fic that angsty. Maybe it’s just ‘cause Cas leaving the bunker almost made me cry. Hmm.

The Tea Is Decaf by mnwood on AO3. (3,673 words).

Tags: POV Castiel, Fluff, Sign Language, Castiel in the Bunker, Bunker Fluff, Canon Compliant, Sharing Clothes, Asexual Castiel, Gentle Dean, Non-Explicit Sex, Domestic, Established Relationship.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Based on this text post from thebloggerbloggerfun: "Listen, imagine Eileen sneaking out of Sam’s room at night to go to the bathroom or something and steps out into the hallway in one of Sam’s shirts only to see Cas trying to quietly leave Dean’s room while wearing one of Dean’s shirts and they both just stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before trying to muffle quiet laughter and now they have a late night club where they talk about life and gossip about the Winchesters in sign language" And this anon I received: "what if Eileen and Cas discover there are some things Sam and Dean both do in bed because Dean jokingly gave Sam pointers when they were younger and Sam took the advice"

Notes: Does it matter that Eileen has only been in one episode I have seen? No. I will rec this fic until the day I die. I’m not even 100% why. I will tell you that it is pretty much the reason I screamed when I realised I finally met Eileen, though.

Say Yes by MaggieMaybe160 on AO3. (7,996 words).

Tags: Episode s05e04 The End, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Cheating, Drug Use, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nearly Human Castiel, Dreams vs Reality, POV Dean Winchester, POV Castiel, True Love, Love Triangles, Idiots in Love, Marriage Proposal, Wedding Rings, Chronic Pain.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Endverse!Dean's life is going pretty well with Endverse!Cas until Dean's past self shows up. A look at the episode "The End" from Season 5 from Endverse!Dean's point of view.

Notes: Quite cute, mostly canon compliant, and the ending gives me the serious chills. To be honest, the episode did as well.

What Holds Us Up by frecklesarechocolate on AO3. (39,708 words).

Tags: Established Relationship, Kissing, Case Fic, Angst, Minor Character Death, Implied Homophobia, Post Season 9.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description:  What happens when John Winchester suddenly comes back to life, and meets the boys as they are today?

Notes: Very cute, an excellent case, and so nice to see some characters we haven’t seen in a long while! The Sam and Jody ship did freak me out a little bit though: I guess I just never even thought of them that way so I don’t exactly ship it. (Apparently it freaked me out so much I deleted it from my bookmarks?!)

What’s A Hickey? by almaasi on AO3. (1,101 words). 

Tags: Hickeys, Marking, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Fluff, Ficlet, Human Castiel, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Relationship Reveal.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Sam and Cas have a conversation about hickeys. Specifically, about the one on Castiel's neck.

Notes: Sam and Cas’s friendship has such a specific vibe that I live for but can’t put into words... luckily this talented author can, and we got this.

So there we are! I hope you enjoy them, and if you have any requests for fic lists or any fics you think I should read, please tell me! Otherwise, enjoy the last few episodes (or if you are like me, pray you avoid spoilers until you can catch up 3 seasons).

Don't Mention It

I spat this out yesterday while procrastinating and didn't bother proof reading it, but I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 840

They didn’t talk about it, when Cas came back. Dean hugged him and Sam hugged him and they drove home to the tune of Dean’s top 13 Zepp TRAXX and Sam’s hurried explanation of everything that had gone on. Dean simply pasted his most convincing smile on his face, pretended he was sober enough to drive, and steered down the twisting back country roads at a speed that other people might have found alarming.

They didn’t talk about it when Cas got home, either. Sam went to fix up Cas’ new room and Cas went to wash the mud and slime off him and Dean was left standing in the bunker hallway. Miracle bounced at his feet, wagging her tail excitedly, but he couldn’t even find the energy to move his arm to pet her. His entire body felt like lead.

He had been working under the assumption that this reunion would be very different. He would pull Cas from the Empty with his hand on his shoulder, he would say something witty like I’m the one who gripped you tight and saved you from your self-sacrificing bullshit and then they would kiss and the love that had been locked away in Dean’s heart for so long might actually have a chance to grow.

Dean stared at the now empty library, Miracle still at his feet, and he decided two things. First, he was going to make a damn good celebratory dinner, and second, he was going to retire.

It was no secret that hunting was Dean Winchester’s entire life, so it was only natural that he found himself pondering what he would do without it as he stirred the chicken he was frying. Getting a job wouldn’t be too hard - he’d been fixing up cars since he was ten years old and there was always need for a mechanic - but that still left plenty of free time. Maybe he would get a house, one with plenty of land for Miracle to run around on and a garage for his Baby and a nice kitchen so he could cook for-

He cut that thought off before he even had a chance to finish it. Why would Cas want to move in with him? He was freshly human, he deserved the full life experience, not to move in with some fucked up middle aged man.

Dean sighed and poured the ready-made spices into the frying pan. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined.

“Dinner’s nearly ready!” he yelled into the echoing abyss of the bunker. He hoped Cas would like fajitas.

It’s over a month before Dean finally tells them, and it’s not at all how he imagined it. They’re on a hunt - Dean promises himself it’s the last one, like he has every time since Cas came back - but there’s one more vamp than they were expecting. The slippery son of a bitch latches onto Dean’s neck and leaves with a chunk of it, and even though Sam cuts the fucker’s neck off only a few seconds later, Dean’s officially done.

“Dean! Are you alright?” Cas asks, hovering above him with one arm extended, like he forgot he couldn’t just magic the pain away this time.

“I’m gonna fucking retire,” Dean grunts out in response, meeting Cas’ shocked eyes for a moment, before promptly passing out.

Technically, it’s the morning after the botched hunt when they actually get around to having The Talk. Dean is sprawled out on a motel bed, scratching lazily at the bandages around his neck as Sam’s fingers travel over the keyboard, head gently bobbing in time to the music playing through his crappy earbuds. Cas sits on the end of the opposite bed, his eyes locked on Dean, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Are you alright?” he asks again, and Dean just swallows.

“I meant what I said last night,” he says, ready to get this whole conversation over and done with. Sam never stops typing, doesn’t even raise his head to indicate he had heard Dean speak. “I’m gonna retire. Been thinking ‘bout it for ages.”

“What will you do?” Cas asks, and Dean could swear he sounds sadder than usual.

“I dunno. Get a house somewhere above ground, for me and Miracle.” He hesitates for a moment, before adding, “And you, too, if you want.”

Cas’ blinks twice, searching Dean to check if the offer is sincere. “Really?”

Dean sighs.“Man, I am so sick of pretending. I’ve been in love with you this whole time, you dumb fucker, so unless you’ve retracted your statement or some shit-”

Sam stops typing.

“No,” Cas interrupts firmly, before shifting uncomfortably. “I thought the reason you didn’t mention it was because it was awkward, and I was scared of losing you.”

Dean scoffs. “Couldn’t lose me if you tried, sunshine.” He glances over at Sam, who is grinning wildly but still adamantly staring at his computer screen. “Wanna grab breakfast with me while Sasquatch is busy?”

Cas smiles. “I think I’d like that.”

Greater Good  Chapter 2 : Touch my hand

Dean x Reader? Sam x Reader ?

Serie Summary :

          There is a prophecy.

When Lucifer’s true vessel will find his one true love, it will tilt the world’s scales on the side of good and light. The balance that this love will bring, is to be the start of a new era, where evil will be weakened for the first time in centuries.

          When the Winchesters find out about this, they decide this is the opportunity of their life, the only way to make a difference once and for all. And now they have a way to find this girl, things should be easy, right ?

          What happens when the prophetic girl doesn’t fall in love with Sam ?

Serie General Warnings : Violence, swearing, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, and maybe other stuffs (Cheating and Secrets ?). I don’t want to spoil, I will give more details in each chapters. Please be 18+

Chapter Warning : Swearing, talk of sex work.

WC : around 5.4k

Note : This is my rewrite of my story. I hope you like it, I can’t wait to finish this one because it is dear to my heart. For those who already read this back then, it won’t be long until we reach the new chapters.

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“Come on, Rowena !” Dean says with an annoyed tone.

He kicks in a little rock and looks back at the motel room door where Sam must be showering by now.

It’s dark and the parking lot isn’t more interesting than the motel room, but he needed to get away from his brother for a few minutes, and the heat of summer is even worse in there.

“We spent two days in this crappy town already, no signs of the damn girl… Are you sure we just have to follow Sam’s intuition ? Can’t you try a localization spell again ?”

“I’m sorry Dean” the witch states. “It seems that my localization spells aren’t working when it comes to her. I have no idea why, maybe Sam doesn’t want to find her…”

“Of course he doesn’t want to find her” the hunter rolls his eyes. “One true love, Rowena ? Shit, what does that even mean ? The poor guy is freaking out.”

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Omfg. Omfg? OMFG! It's like artwork for @sam-is-my-safe-word's Demonic Junkies series?!?! But it's not? BUT IT'S PERFECT?! I'M SCREAMING

Dean/Sam, Explicit, heed AO3 tag and warnings. Set in S10 with Demon Dean getting Sam addicted to his blood. Knights of Hell just taste better.

OMG, your art is amazing! 😳 I love your style, it's crazy pretty. Just found your blog now (late to the party, I know) and thought I'd tell you, heheh.

Also, if you ever feel like drawing a gloomy and sad blood!addict!Sam I would stare at it forever! I can just imagine him in some crappy motel room, all high on demon blood, shirtless in a dark corner, just reminiscing and dreaming about not being such a "freak", ya know? ☺️

If I had to put a title, which i never do, it would be "relapse"

Not late, just in time!! I've been here for only a month after all... i don't have that many followers. small party here! AND OMG your prompt. Thank you for your kind words -- and if I ever say no to a shirtless whump!Sam, check if I've been kidnapped.

This took a while, mainly because I forgot about Dean's birthday and I had to hurry a quick sketch yesterday, but also because this prompt gave me sooo many different ideas and I started three times before settling on this one. I also spent 3h trying to find reference pictures ;; I hope you like it!

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Fic rec (SPN, Dean/Sam, Explicit): You'll Hear Your Brother's Cry by orphan_account

Still on my traipse through season 12 episode-related fics, this one was pain and healing all rolled into one for 12x11 Regarding Dean (the one with the memory stuff).

It's tender and heavy and very, very hot, but it's the emotions that will really get you.

While the work has been orphaned, it never hurts to leave your love for the author in the form or comments and kudos. They might still be watching out there. 💖

I want to read fics about Sam having a small or perfectly average dick.

I'm not so much looking for the humiliation aspect, consensual-kink-related or otherwise (although I'll take recs if you've got them). It's just that we fetishise the idea of Sam having a massive swinging weapon between his legs, and I'm cool with that (super cool with that, watch me write it in all of my fics), but I'm equally intrigued by the idea of the opposite. I feel like it would be an incredibly rich soil for writing in, with many possible takes.

Like, what if Dean finds out one day.

What if he can't stop bringing it up, cracking jokes or otherwise (because he can't stop thinking about it can't stop thinking about it can't stop thinking) (because he's a well-adjusted, emotionally-regulated lad).

What if Sam has had a hangup about it his whole life (because even an average dick would look small on a guy his size) (because the people he's been with can never quite hide their reaction fast enough).

What if he finally snaps and trauma dumps on Dean about it.

What if Dean's heart breaks because he's loved every inch of that boy since he was a baby (from his this-little-piggy toes to his lullaby-and-goodnight eyes) and there's not a single part of that body that isn't perfect to him.

What if Dean gets on his knees and shows Sam just how he should've been appreciated all these years.

Or what if it happens some other way. What if it's Dean with the small dick? Or Jared or Jensen? Or both? All? What's your idea? Do you know a fic that touches on this? Can you share with the class? Please?

Please. Never get enough of this trope. More shapeshifter Wincest pining reveals, thanks. 👏

i literally can't stop thinking about shifter!dean so i curse thee with a brain dump ficlet. cw for non-con groping & kissing

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"See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life," the shifter said, Dean's stolen face barely visible in the dim sewer light. His eyes flicked between Sam's, hurt and something unidentifiable swimming in them. "Me?" He leaned in closer, the space between them growing hot and humid. Sam could feel the shifter's breath on his cheek. "I know I'm a freak."

Sam scowled, glaring the creature down. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean was a lot of things; a nerd, a jerk, disgustingly charming, but not a freak. That title was reserved for Sam.

A grin twitched across the shifter's lips. "Oh, you don't know, do you?" it said, amusement thick in his voice.

Sam knew he should ignore it, this impulse to get insight into his brother's mind, his thoughts and feelings that he kept held so closely to his chest. The thing would probably lie anyway. But Sam was never good at resisting temptation. "Know what?"

Not-Dean was suddenly straddling Sam's thighs, a lascivious smile on his face. Sam instinctively tried to move away, but the rope kept him from doing much more than squirming under the creature's weight. A low chuckle rumbled in its chest. "Dean here?" It shoved its hand between them, roughly palming Sam through worn denim. Sam tried to stifle a gasp, only half succeeding. "He wants you. Hell, he's wanted you since he was seventeen."

Sam felt frozen, shock making his limbs feel numb. Or maybe that was the rope cutting off his circulation, he couldn't really spare the brain power to tell. "Wh-what? No, you...you're lying."

The shifter leaned in closer, nipping at Sam's earlobe. "Oh, the things he wants to do to you." He ground his hips down against Sam's lap forcefully. "His sweet little Sammy."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam registered Not-Dean was hard. Another sharp bite, this time to the hinge of his jaw, had him letting out a startled yelp.

The shifter groaned against his skin. "God what he would give to hear you make noises like that." It grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair, yanking down on it hard. Sam, in an attempt to stifle a loud cry, let a pitiful whimper slip past his lips instead. The creature's eyelids fluttered shut. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."

Warm, plush lips were suddenly on him, sliding against his stock-still ones. Before his brain could send the message of no bad no, his own lips were moving. The shifter growled and pulled his head back further, drawing a gasp out of Sam and giving himself an opening to lick deep into Sam's mouth. A soft moan escaped Sam. What could he say? The thing could kiss. Dean could kiss.

It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him. He twisted his head away, forcibly breaking the kiss. His heart was hammering in his chest and his stomach flipped and the worst part was, Sam couldn't tell if it was disgust or...

The shifter slowly stood, still trying to catch its breath. It reached down and grabbed one of their duffel bags, swinging it over his shoulder. "Well, it's been great, y'know, shattering your worldview and all," he looked Sam up and down once more, predatory, "but I've got a hot date with lovely little Becky."

...

"Well that's 'cause you're a freak," Dean, the real Dean, teased from behind the wheel as Saint Louis disappeared behind them.

Sam snorted. "Yeah, thanks," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you, all the way."

"Yeah, I know you are." Sam looked down at his hands, twisting them nervously in his lap. The shifter's words bounced around his brain: He wants you. He shifted in his seat and bit his lip, the next part of the memory playing involuntarily.

Dean shot him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "What?"

"Dean...um..." Sam readjusted in his seat again, the Impala suddenly feeling claustrophobically small. "Well, I, uh-"

"C'mon Sammy, spit it out."

"The...the, uh, shifter. It...well it...there's something..."

Dean shot him an annoyed glare "Sam," he admonished.

"Do you want me?" Sam blurted out, his face blooming scarlet and his skin too hot.

Dean's grip tightened on the wheel. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "What?" His voice was too calm, too measured.

"The shifter, it said you wanted me. It...it kissed me. Do...do you want me that way, Dean?"

Dean was clenching his teeth so hard that Sam could've sworn he heard his jaw creaking. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his face, where Sam expected to see fiery red skin, angry or embarrassed, was drained of all color. Dean didn't respond or even look at Sam, just turned up the radio so loud that neither could hear themselves think.

Sam's stomach was in knots again, and this time, it was worse: he knew it wasn't disgust.

I just did the thing. I have never done this particular thing before. No bangs, bingos, or challenges. I am peeing my pants. Help.

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Oh, come on, this is way too gorgeous to be allowed in public. 😩💖 Also can't not share the Sam equivalent, because it's equally stunning:

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Self-rec is allowed? Dean fucks Sam with a gun to his head. Threats of murder-suicide as orgasm bait. In a loving way. 🫶

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sam fucks dean with a knife to his throat. dean fucks sam with a gun to his head. just a bit of fun foreplay, ya know

“That’s my husband,” Dean says at the reception, watching Cas dance with Claire, grinning so big his cheeks hurt. He fiddles with the ring on his finger. Sam calls him a dork. He doesn’t mind.

“That’s my husband,” Dean tells the trembling girl under his arm, beaming with pride as he ushers her out of the vamp nest. He covers her eyes as the entire building flares with angelic grace. The vamps don’t stand a chance.

“That’s my husband,” Dean shouts, pumping his fists in the air as Cas struggles to break the mechanical bull riding record at the local bar. Cas falls just short of Dean’s time. It may have been on purpose, but Dean doesn’t care as long as he gets a victory kiss.

“That’s my husband,” Dean says, spitting out blood with a smile. Some rogue British Man of Letters hovers over him, glancing at the door, the grip on his blade faltering. Someone screams out in the hallway. These guys don’t stand a chance either.

“That’s my husband,” Dean tells the cashier, leaning against the check-out counter as Cas takes a few preliminary steps in a pair of bumblebee rain boots. Dean gets a pair, too.

“That’s my husband,” Dean murmurs into the side of Cas’s neck, arms looping around his waist from behind, swaying in front of the bathroom mirror. He breathes in his husband, breathes in his home.

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Do you have any supernatural fic recs?

ANON. i have been waiting since 2019 for someone to ask me this. prepare to regret this decision (FYI: i'm taking all these recs & following notes from my public bookmarks on ao3, which you can find here. i'm cutting the notes short, so if u don't mind spoiler-y drawn-out comments, check that out too if u want!)

deancas focused:

A Reasonable Amount of Trouble by xylodemon -> an spn au where dean is a p.i. and a hunter on the side, cas is still an angel, and they get caught up in a plot that's a mix of seasons 4, 6, 8, and 9. this was my introduction to spn and deancas. the characterization is flawless and the prose is beautiful (very cs pacat-esque). the plot is crafted with close attention to detail and the pacing is perfect

the point of our being by noviembre -> a post-s15 fix-it that takes place immediately after the penultimate episode. noviembre is undoubtedly my favorite spn writer of all time. one of the best dean voices i've ever come across. this ties up the narrative threads into a beautiful, sound, satisfying ending, and both destiel & saileen survive. despite the odds, they're happy.

i projected onto dean winchester when i was twelve years old and now im making it your problem by alittleduck (amidsizedfrog) -> another post-finale fix it. and, to date, the funniest thing i've ever read. every fic in this series has a good balance between scenes that make u laugh so hard u hurt ur throat and Scenes That Make You Want To Gurgle Cement.

So Says The Sword by komodobits -> a s4 au and a fandom classic for a reason. if u haven't read this, i'm of the firm belief it's best to go in as blind as possible. but definitely keep this verse in the back of ur mind while reading: "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father" (matthew 10:29)

sir this is a wendy's by noviembre -> yall remember when misha collins said that a modern au deancas would be like if a wendy's janitor and the president of the usa fell in love? well noviembre took that seriously and now we're here. and u should all be thankful bc it's somehow the single funniest and most romantic thing i've ever read

the pie isn’t a metaphor (it’s just pie) by noviembre -> post-finale s15 domestic deancas fic that's the emotional equivalent of drinking tea and lying under a warm weighted blanket. it makes me so happy and i think abt it every time i eat a pastry. i just sit there chewing like “dean and cas are eating fresh pie in their kitchen” and it puts a smile on my face.

Muscle Memory by komodobits -> a "50 first dates" au that i think abt every single day. i'm not joking. it's so sad and touching and sweet and unexpectedly funny, and no one writes deancas like komodobits. it just FEELS so them and i'm obsessed w it.

Strandlines by aeli_kindara -> au where s4 cas meets stanford-era dean. dean's voice and characterization is incredibly in-character with the early seasons and his voice doesn't falter once. and of course castiel! robotic s4 cas with this tremendous power and this fierce yet wavering loyalty to heaven that eventually focuses solely on dean! likewise, his character is spot-on and i enjoyed reading from his pov immensely.

[podfic] right hand on his rife, swore it on the bible by be_brave13 for quensty, floorsirens -> u can't possibly expect me NOT to include this. YES my friend and i wrote the fic but be_brave13's love and appreciation for it makes it feel like a completely separate work. my favorite podfic (and gift) of all time so i implore u to give it a listen.

something suddenly everywhere by noviembre -> the finest post-s15 fix-it of all time. cas is in the empty, they've defeated god, jack is gone, and all that's left is sam, eileen, dean, a bunker, and trying to move on. i know i already said that but this is the same author so it still counts! i cried, i laughed, i grieved, i jumped from excitement. it's a rollercoaster of emotions. it should be put behind a velvet rope at a museum so we can all gather around and clap.

To Boldly Go by 8daysuntiltheapocalypseiguess -> au where dean writes star trek fanfiction. it follows him from the beginning of the show to the older seasons and is told entirely thru his fic summaries, reader commentary, and livejournal dms. warning that it is unfinished, but it's a masterpiece

saileen focused:

Loveletter (Dear Eileen) by voynichs (Xenerik) -> a short and beautiful meditation about love and eileen from sam's pov. it's only 300 words but it feels like 15k. definitely at the top of my fave saileen fics of all time. when i first read it i stayed up until 2 am crying abt it

Livin' on a Prayer by Dredfulhapiness -> EILEEN MEETING EARLY SEASONS DEAN AND SAM I'M SCREAMING. do u understand how this could've changed the timeline but, more importantly, me as a person. eileen there when dean and sam were trying to find a way out of the deal, there when everything happened with ruby, there for dean's resurrection, there before they met cas, there after sam dies and dean retires and cas goes m.i.a. and DEALING with the aftermath of a foiled apocolypse. everyone hates the winchesters but the winchesters are gone and all that's left is eileen to deal with the brunt of it.

With Hands Clasped by Xenerik -> a handful of snippets from the eileen wedding that explores gender and religion and love so beautifully. i haven't been able to read it completely yet, but i can tell this is going to be another saileen fave.

other pairings/no pairings

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim -> told from the perspective of a guy cas had a brief affair with as a semi-drunken story he tells a friend in a bar. it's technically deancas but since cas's relationship with another man takes main focus, i elected to put it here.

Ten Years by Margo_Kim -> a bela talbot character study and the best i've been able to find, no contest. *rowena voice* good girls are pathetic here's to evil skanks <3

The Archangel Gabriel Is Dead by seizethefire -> fics that have half a million kudos in my mind. it's about how and why rafael comes to think that god is dead. it expertly explores the familial relationship between gabriel, lucifer, michael, and rafael. it's devastating and beautiful in equal measure. definitely a personal favorite and one i think everyone should read

put them in a box somewhere by amidsizedfrog -> a mary & dean fic told from mary's pov from before she died. a gut-wrenching story about performative/toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia and mothers.

lastly, if ur interested, i also write spn fic >:) which u can find by clicking here. happy reading!

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Tags, NSFW, humor, fluff, love without plot (yeah that’s the tag im using OKAY?), language

“Quit it.”

“What?”

“Lookin’ at me like I’m gonna disappear. I’m not gonna disappear.”

Maybe it was a little on the side of harsh, that pause Dean took as he said it, because it’d peeled Cas’ hands off Dean’s sides and now they did little more than ghost a touch against his skin.

That sugar-rush blue ping-ponged through Dean’s face. Cas’ cheeks were already red, but they somehow managed to dip a shade darker in the blossoming morning light. “I—sorry,” he stumbled, collar bones popping as he huffed an uneasy breath. His eyes fell away, nested somewhere around Dean’s throat instead.

Nice, Dean thought. Real good, genius.

They’d only gone horizontal, what? Five—six times now? Seven, he corrected, if he counted that time in the walk-in closet at the Brownsville retirement home. Not much to say about that case, except maybe that… But, wet spots or not, no one had lost any clothes, and if that shit didn’t count in high school, he wasn’t gonna start tallying them in his 40s.

‘Course, Cas might have a different take on that, but Dean wasn’t gonna ask.

He shook his head instead, bowed and kissed an apology into Cas’ neck. “Shut up. Don’t be sorry,” he said, rolling his hips again. “I just mean, I can’t get much more naked. So quit tryna strip me more, huh?”

His slow, deliberate rhythm culled the raw silence back into heavy breath. Cas’ hands came back to his skin, warm. A little more timid. They slid down Dean’s waist, rested at the turn of his hips. He dug fingers in as their dicks rode against each other.

Dean hummed, leaned into it, watched Cas’ mouth bow open. Closed. Open again. Then, suddenly Cas’ eyes came up again. The damn things hit Dean just as hard as before, sliding a stripped nerve shock through the bottom of his gut like someone had just pulled the ground cable from an outlet. “Stop,” Dean cracked, the smile slipping out and going wide. “You’re doin’ it again.”

“I’m not—”

“You are, you bastard.” Dean palmed Cas’ chin, pulled his head to the side and bit a kiss into his neck, settled into the dark shadows the pillow and comforter bred at the corner.

Cas chuckled. It was golden warm against the hum of the AC. “It’s just—it’s different with you,” he continued, voice rough. “You’re so different.”

Dean swallowed, tried to ignore the thready feeling that was trying to knit different under the dictionary definition of bad.

Also see: ways to be emotionally fucked by a lover while… fucking.

Dean huffed, dragged the tip of his nose through Cas’ stubble, nipped his earlobe, ground against him—Different ‘cuz you let Michael drive the station wagon, and now you’re bad. Spoiled. Or, different ‘cuz none of this is as good as he hoped, and you think you’ve got it all now, but you don’t—

Dean unburied. Peeled off Cas’ chest, hips stilling and heart suddenly in his ears. “Different?” he asked.

It was only fair. Dean owed him to ask.

Cas was never any damn good at being clear, and Dean was even worse at waiting around for it. But he’d told himself he was gonna take more breaths—more thoughtful-fucking-pauses—because six months with the Puppet Master had given him plenty of opportunities to reflect, and it hadn’t taken him a hundred and eighty-four days to realize most of his problems started with being a little too trigger-happy—emotionally and physically. “Different like, we need to have a conversation about boys vee girls?”

“Wha—no,” Cas scoffed. Then, “There are more than two genders—”

“Different, like not enough whips and collars? Help me out here.”

Cas caught a laugh in the back of his throat. “Different good,” he said, fingers spreading at Dean’s shoulders, and if Dean didn’t know any better, he’d think Cas was trying to calm him down. “I only mean to say… everything with you is… better.” Then, he added, “Good better,” as if that was something Dean was gonna confuse.

Still, it melted through Dean’s chest like wax and lit his face hot. He suddenly knew why that fixed, blue gaze suddenly seemed so sharp when they were sideways; when they were kicking up dust at the cheapest truck stop motel, or when they were packed in a locked storage closet, making the most out of that keyholed light.

It was because it was just for Dean.

Unfiltered.

Dean perched elbows on Cas’ shoulders, watched Cas sink further into the old motel mattress. “That’s cuz this matters,” he said. “It’s always better when it matters. You an’ me.”

Cas’ eyes ate through Dean’s face, to his mouth and back up again, slow. Maybe Dean shouldn’t have said anything it at all because all it did was turn that already mush-soft expression even softer. Now he was sure he would drown in the liquid blue.

He scoffed, planted a hand over Cas’ face, pushed him playfully away. “Stop it. There’s about to be a hundred percent more blindfolds involved.”

“I’m not saying no to that,” Cas mumbled from behind Dean’s palm.

This story also on ao3

Art for Blood of the Lamb by @papereternity, for the DCBB 2023 (@deancasbigbang). You can read the fic [here].

Dean has never had a space, he could just be himself until one summer in Missouri where he meets Cassie who takes him under her wing. For a few short months he can express himself the way he wants to and experiences what a normal life could look like. When he reunites with his family he has to reconcile this with the version he is with them and face the problems he's ignored before, all while there is an apocalypse underway. A certain angel showing up might just be the straw that breaks the camel's back. A Dean-centric retelling of S1-5

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Tags, NSFW, humor, fluff, love without plot (yeah that’s the tag im using OKAY?), language

“Quit it.”

“What?”

“Lookin’ at me like I’m gonna disappear. I’m not gonna disappear.”

Maybe it was a little on the side of harsh, that pause Dean took as he said it, because it’d peeled Cas’ hands off Dean’s sides and now they did little more than ghost a touch against his skin.

That sugar-rush blue ping-ponged through Dean’s face. Cas’ cheeks were already red, but they somehow managed to dip a shade darker in the blossoming morning light. “I—sorry,” he stumbled, collar bones popping as he huffed an uneasy breath. His eyes fell away, nested somewhere around Dean’s throat instead.

Nice, Dean thought. Real good, genius.

They’d only gone horizontal, what? Five—six times now? Seven, he corrected, if he counted that time in the walk-in closet at the Brownsville retirement home. Not much to say about that case, except maybe that… But, wet spots or not, no one had lost any clothes, and if that shit didn’t count in high school, he wasn’t gonna start tallying them in his 40s.

‘Course, Cas might have a different take on that, but Dean wasn’t gonna ask.

He shook his head instead, bowed and kissed an apology into Cas’ neck. “Shut up. Don’t be sorry,” he said, rolling his hips again. “I just mean, I can’t get much more naked. So quit tryna strip me more, huh?”

His slow, deliberate rhythm culled the raw silence back into heavy breath. Cas’ hands came back to his skin, warm. A little more timid. They slid down Dean’s waist, rested at the turn of his hips. He dug fingers in as their dicks rode against each other.

Dean hummed, leaned into it, watched Cas’ mouth bow open. Closed. Open again. Then, suddenly Cas’ eyes came up again. The damn things hit Dean just as hard as before, sliding a stripped nerve shock through the bottom of his gut like someone had just pulled the ground cable from an outlet. “Stop,” Dean cracked, the smile slipping out and going wide. “You’re doin’ it again.”

“I’m not—”

“You are, you bastard.” Dean palmed Cas’ chin, pulled his head to the side and bit a kiss into his neck, settled into the dark shadows the pillow and comforter bred at the corner.

Cas chuckled. It was golden warm against the hum of the AC. “It’s just—it’s different with you,” he continued, voice rough. “You’re so different.”

Dean swallowed, tried to ignore the thready feeling that was trying to knit different under the dictionary definition of bad.

Also see: ways to be emotionally fucked by a lover while… fucking.

Dean huffed, dragged the tip of his nose through Cas’ stubble, nipped his earlobe, ground against him—Different ‘cuz you let Michael drive the station wagon, and now you’re bad. Spoiled. Or, different ‘cuz none of this is as good as he hoped, and you think you’ve got it all now, but you don’t—

Dean unburied. Peeled off Cas’ chest, hips stilling and heart suddenly in his ears. “Different?” he asked.

It was only fair. Dean owed him to ask.

Cas was never any damn good at being clear, and Dean was even worse at waiting around for it. But he’d told himself he was gonna take more breaths—more thoughtful-fucking-pauses—because six months with the Puppet Master had given him plenty of opportunities to reflect, and it hadn’t taken him a hundred and eighty-four days to realize most of his problems started with being a little too trigger-happy—emotionally and physically. “Different like, we need to have a conversation about boys vee girls?”

“Wha—no,” Cas scoffed. Then, “There are more than two genders—”

“Different, like not enough whips and collars? Help me out here.”

Cas caught a laugh in the back of his throat. “Different good,” he said, fingers spreading at Dean’s shoulders, and if Dean didn’t know any better, he’d think Cas was trying to calm him down. “I only mean to say… everything with you is… better.” Then, he added, “Good better,” as if that was something Dean was gonna confuse.

Still, it melted through Dean’s chest like wax and lit his face hot. He suddenly knew why that fixed, blue gaze suddenly seemed so sharp when they were sideways; when they were kicking up dust at the cheapest truck stop motel, or when they were packed in a locked storage closet, making the most out of that keyholed light.

It was because it was just for Dean.

Unfiltered.

Dean perched elbows on Cas’ shoulders, watched Cas sink further into the old motel mattress. “That’s cuz this matters,” he said. “It’s always better when it matters. You an’ me.”

Cas’ eyes ate through Dean’s face, to his mouth and back up again, slow. Maybe Dean shouldn’t have said anything it at all because all it did was turn that already mush-soft expression even softer. Now he was sure he would drown in the liquid blue.

He scoffed, planted a hand over Cas’ face, pushed him playfully away. “Stop it. There’s about to be a hundred percent more blindfolds involved.”

“I’m not saying no to that,” Cas mumbled from behind Dean’s palm.

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