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DeanCas Wild West Fest
DeanCas Wild West Fest (DWWF) is a bang-style event where authors and artists will be paired up to create works inspired by all things Western — from homesteading to rodeos to outlaws and train robberies.
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Dead West
By IncandescentUmbrage
Art by BasketcaseBetty
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Inspired by the Dread Nation duology by Justina Ireland, it's the tail end of the 1800s and the dead have just risen. Farmer Dean must make his way from Kansas to California to find law school student Sam and look after him in this terrifying new world. On the way, he meets a preacher--one Castiel Novak--stranded in the desert, and the two team up to watch each other's backs on the journey. It seems the preacher has many secrets, though, and each one shared draws Dean in more. It soon becomes clear that it's not just the undead he'll have to contend with, but his own heart as well.
Rated M | 20,000 words | Graphic Depictions of Violence
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Posse: One Seraph, One Hunter, One Archangel
By Hectatess | @hectatess
Art by Hexentaenzerinn | @hexentaenzerin
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Castiel was fed up with his siblings treating any other being as sub-par. Humans and the spawn of Eve were all still sentient beings with feelings, and in some ways even better than angels. So he skipped heaven and decided to create a safe haven for ‘monsters’ in Kansas. Then one day Garth comes in to tell him about a human with silver rounds…And all of a sudden he is caught up again in heaven’s shenanigans, because the beautiful soul that is looking for his kidnapped brother? That is the Righteous Man and Cas finds himself on a posse with him to try and get the Boy King back from Lucifer.
Rated M | 12,800 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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when I saw you all alone against the sky
By an_ardent_rain | @alulangel
Art by nickelkeep | @nickelkeep
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Haunted by grief and a love unrealized, Dean Winchester leaves the bunker and his brother and sets off onto the open road. Moving aimlessly along the highways of the American west, he does his best to ignore the emptiness inside him, searching fruitlessly for something he’ll never find. But something is reaching out into his dreams, and the bleak, beautiful landscape he’s been photographing his whole trip has one more thing to show him.
Rated M | 20,000 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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The Prodigal
By FriendofCarlotta | @friendofcarlotta
Art by aggiedoll | @romachebella
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Dean Winchester travels the wide-open country, looking for bounties to collect and doing odd jobs to make ends meet. Usually, he rides with his brother Sam, but they’ve had a falling-out and now Dean’s all by himself — until he meets Cas Novak, a preacher’s son in search of his missing father.Cas believes his notorious outlaw brother Luke knows something of their father’s disappearance, so he asks Dean’s help in tracking Luke down. Dean figures there’s no harm in helping out, and he might earn himself Luke Novak’s bounty into the bargain.All Dean needs to do is keep a lid on his growing feelings for Cas. (aka Free to Be You and Me, rewritten as a Western)
Rated E | 19,500 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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Love is a Cowboy
By deancaskiss | @deancaskiss
Art by thestarsmakemedream | @thestarsmakemedream-art
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Retirement. Something Dean never expected he’d get to have, especially with Cas by his side. But here they are, and Dean knows it’s finally time. After months of searching, when Cas finds them the perfect forever home to make their own, it feels too good to be true. But it’s real. And it’s all theirs to start something new together. What was once bags packed with weapons and salt becomes cowboy boots, baskets of homegrown herbs, and feed for the animals. But Cas knows there’s one part of the hunting business that Dean still needs. Saving things. And luckily Cas knows exactly how to make that happen to turn their ranch into a home to create their own found family.
Rated Teen | 8,200 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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Wanted Man
By hexentaenzerin | @hexentaenzerin
Art by Susy Rose | @susyrose-fanart
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Cas is working in his smithy when a telegram reaches him, that his twin brother has gone missing. He's afraid that his nightmares might be more than just dreams, so he closes up shop and makes his way west to go look for his brother. He doesn't expect to find help in the known outlaw Dean Winchester, but Dean is a better man than the law would make you think. Sometimes you just have to work outside the law to bring justice to the things that go bump in the night.
Rated M | 11,800 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence
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Catching a Sleeping Weasel at Crow's Pass
By GhoulsnHalos
Art by Hectatess | @hectatess
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Dean Winchester has a dilemma. He and his brother Sam desperately need to take a break from the road but they have a history with Crow's Pass, Colorado. More specifically, Dean spent a few nights with one of the town deputies last time they were in town. His time with Castiel haunts Dean's memory. Does Dean drive Sam on past Crow's Pass or risk seeing the man who is a regular feature in more than Dean's fantasies? What happens when a demon, one of Azazel's followers, takes that decision out of Dean's hands?
Rated E | 7,200 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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Wild Blue Iris
By Sunkenfox | @Sunkenfox
Art by thestarsmakemedream | @thestarsmakemedream-art
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Five years after the notorious Winchester Gang went their separate ways, Dean Winchester returns home to Seneca with the hopes of seeking revenge for his father’s death. Setting off to bring his family back together, Dean is joined by a handsome saloon owner with a revenge mission of his own. On the trail, Dean is forced to confront his inner demons and thirst for vengeance and his own happiness when he finds himself falling in love.
Rated E | 32,400 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence
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Twilight Embers
By Celestial_Starlight | @celestialstarlight27
Art by MBQ | @mbqnoyolo
It’s 1852, Gold Rush California. Two years ago, Sam, Dean, and Cas derailed the apocalypse. Sam left for college, Cas ditched to fight in the angel civil war, and Dean has been hunting solo. Dean picks up a case hunting a mine-dwelling monster that strips its victims down to their bones. If he doesn’t stop it, the mines will shut down and Murphys will die like so many boomtowns before it. Cas shows up to help, but they can’t go back to the way things were before, not after Cas cut him off. Cas works for Dean’s forgiveness and Dean works to forgive him. Despite Cas’s betrayal, Dean loves him more than ever. He just can’t help but wonder: is that enough to save them?
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Rated T | 15,500 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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It's that time, folks! 🤠 Fic posting has officially begun!!
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Over the Wide Plains
By allthismusic
Art by Hectatess | @hectatess
Plenty of folks out here are running from something. Dean knows that as well as anyone. But most folks aren’t doing it literally. When he sees a stranger jog past his farm, he can’t help but be intrigued. What is Castiel trying to outrun? And what will it take for them both to realize that they can finally stop running?
Rated T | 12,500 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
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Happy Birthday @notastupidbird
I painted a cowboy Dean for you, hoping it will bring you brightness on this day and inspiration for your https://dcwildwestfest.tumblr.com!!
Have an amazing day!
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A. Fragilis
By spirithorse | @eachainn
Art by hexentaenzerin | @hexentaenzerin
Coming to Ao3 on April 29th, 2024
Rated Explicit | 68,000 words | Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death
150 million years ago, an Allosaurus finds a stranger had wandered into his territory and he wants the intruder out.
1877, the middle of what will become known as the Bone Wars between O.C. Marsh and Edward Drinker Cope. Castiel Novak is transporting fossils from the latest dig in South Dakota back to Yale. He has to be careful, because there are people who work for Professor Cope who would gladly take the fossils off of his hands.
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The car was organized chaos. Castiel guessed that the porters had their own system of sorting things. He could almost see the edges of it with some of the larger items pushed to the back and sides. It must have fallen apart as the later arrivals came. Castiel's group had been one of the last, and that had been because they had been pushing the horses up until the station. Their crates were more towards the middle and closer to the doors. Castiel would have preferred them further back against the wall and protected, but that had been on them for arriving late and making the last minute decision to get on the first train there anyway. It was more important to get the bones moving.
He picked his way over to them, running his hands over the three crates in his care. One was full of tools, the other two bones. Castiel rested his hand on the one that contained the injured shoulder before hauling himself up to sit on the box of tools.
It was only when he settled that he noticed the man standing in the far corner by the window.
Castiel tensed, grabbing onto the edge of the crate. He didn't have a weapon, but he could easily wiggle a tool out if he needed it, or fling around a suitcase if worse came to worse.
The man hadn't looked his way, still bent over the table and muttering to himself as he shuffled through envelopes. He would drop them into bags, Castiel catching the words painted onto them. It took him a moment longer to realize that they were cities and the man working was a mail sorter. When he shifted Castiel could see the large mailbag held upright between his leg and the wall of the car.
Castiel slumped, rubbing a hand over his eyes and sighing.
"You know you're not really supposed to be in here." Castiel sat bolt upright as the man talked, surprised when the man turned to give him a grin before he turned back to his envelopes. "Should send you back, but I saw the state of our passenger cars. I wouldn't want to be in there either. "
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A Love Beyond Boundaries
By Mydestielbabies_67 | @spnisthewayoflife
Art by Rezal | @rezal-art
Coming to Ao3 on April 27th, 2024
Rated E | 29,000 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
Castiel Novak finds himself at a loss when his daughter Claire, a world champion jumper, becomes fearful of horses after a riding accident. Unsure of how to assist her, he turns to his brother for help. His solution comes in the form of Dean Winchester, a seasoned cowboy renowned for his ability to tame the wildest of horses, who begrudgingly steps in to offer assistance. Dean's rugged charm and undeniable charisma not only leave a lasting impression on Castiel but also offer a unique solution to Claire's situation, teaching both the Novaks the real meaning of trust, healing, and the transformative power of connection.
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"Are you Dean Winchester?" The stranger asks, and Dean nods slowly, still stuck in his trance and he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.
"Yeah, uh, that's me. Who are you?"
Holding his hand out, the man continues. "My name is Castiel Novak. I believe I’m in need of your assistance." Dean takes a moment to recover from the shock of the stranger's presence before extending his hand to shake Castiel's. The touch of their palms sends a surge of electricity through Dean's veins, and he can't help but notice how warm Castiel's hand feels against his own.
"Nice to meet you, Castiel," Dean says, his voice coming out a little raspier than usual. "What kind of assistance are we talking about here?"
"About six months ago, my daughter Claire was involved in a terrible accident. She was thrown from her horse during a tournament–"
Dean's eyes widen as Castiel speaks. He holds up a hand to stop Castiel. "Wait, your daughter… Claire Novak? The Claire Novak?"
Castiel nods, a mix of pride and concern evident in his eyes. "Yes, that's her. Claire is a talented equestrian, but since the accident, she refuses to go anywhere near Lucky. It's like… her entire world has been shattered. She used to spend hours with Lucky, training and bonding with her, but now she can't even bear to look at her without breaking down."
His voice cracks slightly, betraying the pain he feels for his daughter. Dean can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man. He can tell that Castiel really loves his daughter, "So you're asking if we can help Claire overcome her fear and to get Lucky to trust Claire again?" Castiel nods again, his expression filled with what Dean can only describe as hope.
Dean crosses his arms across his chest as he contemplates the situation. He has always been good with animals, understanding their fears and insecurities. But helping a young girl overcome her fear of horses? That's a whole different challenge.
Dean takes a deep breath, his mind already racing with ideas on how to approach this task, and he meets Castiel's gaze with a determined look in his eyes. "Buddy, I normally work with horses with people problems, not people with horse problems, so I can't promise anything… but I’ll give it a go," he says and Castiel's face lights up with gratitude.
As they exchange contact information and make arrangements, Dean can't help but wonder how he got involved in something so unexpected. But as he watches Castiel's face light up with gratitude, he knows that sometimes the most important assistance you can offer is helping someone find their way back to what they love.
And if it means spending time with someone as intriguing as Castiel, Dean figures it might not be such a bad thing after all.
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Dead West
By IncandescentUmbrage
Art by BasketcaseBetty
Coming to Ao3 on April 25th, 2024
Rated M | 20,000 words | Graphic Depictions of Violence
Inspired by the Dread Nation duology by Justina Ireland, it's the tail end of the 1800s and the dead have just risen. Farmer Dean must make his way from Kansas to California to find law school student Sam and look after him in this terrifying new world. On the way, he meets a preacher--one Castiel Novak--stranded in the desert, and the two team up to watch each other's backs on the journey. It seems the preacher has many secrets, though, and each one shared draws Dean in more. It soon becomes clear that it's not just the undead he'll have to contend with, but his own heart as well.
[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]
The dead rose on a Thursday.
Dean will always remember the day, because he’d just returned to the Winchester family farm, now his after his father… well, the farm had come into his care, anyway. The fields were his to tend, and he’d finished plowing a day earlier than planned, which Cain had remarked upon when Dean had returned to him his kindly lended plow and oxen. Thursday, instead of Friday.
Dean had just gotten Baby settled back in her pasture when he noticed the desiccated corpse of an old farmhand, in defiance of all rationality, shambling across the field toward him. His rotted clothing hung in tatters from limbs long since shriveled to bone and brittle sinew, and his uneven, dragging footsteps left a jagged wake in the neat, even rows Dean had plowed into the soil just that morning. A bloodcurdling cry rattled up from his throat, raising the fine hairs on Dean’s arms and nape.
“Roy, whoa, slow down there,” Dean called, attempting to reason with the man.
It was about as effective as whistling into the wind.
Dean tried a rock next. His aim flew true even without the slingshot he’d carried around as a youth--and, later, bequeathed to his baby brother Sammy--but it did little more than split the paperlike skin still clinging to the rounded front of Roy’s skull before bouncing off uselessly to the ground.
Fresh out of other ideas, Dean ran for the house, and his rifle. He grabbed it from its spot by the door, and ran back out to the porch he’d helped Pa build. Snugged the butt of it against his shoulder, squinted down the sight. Roy was making his way, slow and unsteady, out of the near edge of the field to the track leading up to the house.
Dean aimed for a knee, first. Down Roy smacked into the dirt, sending dust pluming up around his prone body. His responding cry sounded almost indignant, if such a thing were possible, and his clawed fingers reached out, digging into the ground to drag himself forward. From this angle, the gaping wound blasted through the back of his ribcage was just barely visible, peeking out through grisly, mud-stained ribbons of shirt fabric. His empty eye sockets never left Dean, standing there at the top of the porch steps.
Dean clenched his jaw against the wrenching hurt of the decision he was left with, not for the first time in his life. He raised the rifle back to his shoulder, nestled his cheek against the smooth polished wood of the butt. Rested a reluctant finger on the trigger, pulled on an exhale already heavy with sorrow.
Crack.
And Roy rested again, with a new hole between his absent eyes.
What in the hell.
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Posse: One Seraph, One Hunter, One Archangel
By Hectatess | @hectatess
Art by Hexentaenzerinn | @hexentaenzerin
Coming to Ao3 on April 23rd, 2024
Rated M | 12,800 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
Castiel was fed up with his siblings treating any other being as sub-par. Humans and the spawn of Eve were all still sentient beings with feelings, and in some ways even better than angels. So he skipped heaven and decided to create a safe haven for ‘monsters’ in Kansas. Then one day Garth comes in to tell him about a human with silver rounds…
And all of a sudden he is caught up again in heaven’s shenanigans, because the beautiful soul that is looking for his kidnapped brother? That is the Righteous Man and Cas finds himself on a posse with him to try and get the Boy King back from Lucifer.
[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]
"Sheriff!"
Castiel sighed and straightened his back which was cramped from sitting slumped in his desk chair. He liked the people in this town. They were good folks. Even if some of them were… less than common. He pushed his hat back to free his eyes and looked up at the guy that waltzed in. “Calm down, Garth. What is the matter now?”
The lanky man nervously wrung his hands. “I know you told me I shouldn’t worry about all the um… special metal, but this guy… it ain’t just the usual bits and bobs.”
Dropping his feet from the desk with a loud ‘bang’ of his heels on the wooden floor, Castiel stood. “Meaning?” he demanded to know. Garth looked around and dug his gloved hand into his jeans pocket. He withdrew it and dropped two items on Castiel’s desk. They shone expensively in the dim light, obviously silver. Garth shoved the coin to the side with a shake of his head. The copper-cased silver bullet got pushed towards Castiel with a nod.
“Fuck,” Castiel muttered under his breath. He returned the bullet and coin to Garth, closing the guy’s fist around them. “Loaded?” Garth nodded, his usually happy face grim. “Doesn’t mean he is here for that specific reason, Garth. Just go home and watch Bess. Those two tykes in her belly need to be kept safe. I’ll look into it. Where can I find the man?”
Garth sighed and gave Castiel the best puppy eyes he had seen in his long life. “Alright. Just be careful yourself. You’re just human. You ain’t immortal.” Garth tugged his hat down. “He’s stayin’ at Ellen’s.” And with that, he saluted Castiel and left.
Ellen’s. That was a way out of the tiny town, but for Castiel that wasn’t a problem. He just had to make sure no one saw him leave, or arrive. Because Garth couldn’t be more wrong. Sure, Castiel wasn’t exactly immortal, but he sure wasn’t human either. Then again, neither was Garth, or Bess, or even Benny, the Cajun blacksmith. A lot of folks in this town weren’t actually human. And it was Castiel’s honor and his sworn duty to protect the folks in Kismet, Kansas. They just didn’t know how far that duty went, and how special Castiel really was.
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when I saw you all alone against the sky
By an_ardent_rain | @alulangel
Art by nickelkeep | @nickelkeep
Coming to Ao3 on April 21st, 2024
Rated M | 20,000 words | No Archive Warnings Apply
Haunted by grief and a love unrealized, Dean Winchester leaves the bunker and his brother and sets off onto the open road. Moving aimlessly along the highways of the American west, he does his best to ignore the emptiness inside him, searching fruitlessly for something he’ll never find. But something is reaching out into his dreams, and the bleak, beautiful landscape he’s been photographing his whole trip has one more thing to show him.
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When Dean finally forced himself out of the car, the sun had long set. The night was dark, no light anywhere. He was completely alone.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh, lonely air, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. All that crying had gummed up his lashes, and his eyes felt raw and sandy. He sniffed and rubbed at his right eye with the heel of his hand. It had to have been hours since he’d eaten anything, the last thing he could remember having was that sandwich at the drive-thru for breakfast. It hadn’t been quite that long since he’d had something to drink, but his mouth was dry and gritty and his head was sore. A feeling that he was pretty sure was something close to dehydration left his body tired and heavy. He opened the rear driver’s side door to grab a beer from the cooler in the back seat before he stopped, rethought it. Instead, he crawled in and reached up to grab one of the loose bottles of water from the passenger seat. Should probably put a few of those in the cooler, too, he thought. Maybe he would tomorrow.
He’d been sitting there long enough that the engine had cooled, and he slid up onto Baby’s hood. Slowly he drank his water and stared up at the vast expanse of sky.
It was almost lonelier than the empty land below it, thinking of all those stars up there, with so much space between them. Dean wanted a beer. The biggest problem with a road trip this long, with driving so much, was how much time it meant he had to spend sober.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, leaning back and resting his head on his hand. That aching feeling was uncoiling again, unwrapping the barbed wire from around his heart. It always hurt, but at least when he didn’t think about it, when he didn’t let those feelings free, he could mostly ignore it. Times like these, there was no staunching the flow; all he could do was let it bleed.
“Cas,” he said, letting the name loose in the cool night air. No one could hear him. Not the grass beneath Baby’s wheels, not the wind, not even the stars. “Cas,” he said again, a little louder. He let out a long, slow breath and then a low whine, his jaw clenching and his eyes squeezing shut. “Cas… Sweetheart…” He blinked up at the sky. “I miss you so goddamn much. I miss you. Why’d you leave me, you son of a bitch. Why’d you have to leave.”
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