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my favorite destiel fics under 10k

hello enjoy!! there’s a bunch so they’re under the cut. :) a couple are dcj which is noted after the title!

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A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

Words: 7,606

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

Aloft by VioletHaze

Words: 5,271

Despite his bravado walking in, he can’t quite bring himself to sit on Cas’s actual bed, but he stands near the foot of it and takes a long pull of his beer. In silent satisfaction, he watches Cas watch him lick the beer off his upper lip.

From past experience, this should be when Cas strides forward and Dean pretends to let him take charge. For whatever reason, though, that’s not happening. If anything, Cas seems to have put a little extra space between them.

“Dean, about today,” Cas begins and Jesus Christ when he said he wanted to talk he actually wanted to talk.

Dean feels the embarrassment at being so far off base twist at his gut. The bottle he was holding loosely in his hand is now clenched in his fist as he makes for the door. “We are not doing this.”

He’s stopped in his tracks when his vision goes black, disorienting him. It takes a second or two to realize it isn’t the black of darkness or unconsciousness, but a deep iridescent black of feathers and wings.

A moving sea. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,356

It’s a pretty song but just too fucking sad, even if he doesn’t catch all the words, so Dean reaches out to change it. But Castiel’s hand meets his halfway, startles him into pulling back. He glances over and sees Castiel’s eyes watching him, glittering a little in the light from the dash. He wasn’t sleeping at all. “I like this one,” Castiel says. “Do you mind?”

"No," says Dean, and leaves it. Castiel twines their fingers together and they stay like that for the next dozen miles.

Angel-Mine by relucant @relucant

Words: 4,274

Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."

Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"

"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.

"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 3,036

Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Words: 2,334

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

As Long as you Like by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,626

A few months after Cas finally comes home to Dean, the two have settled in comfortably together. It's only after a botched date that Dean starts to worry he might not understand what Cas needs.

Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities

Words: 8,540

But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.

“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”

Dean chokes on his burger.

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 5,073

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.

“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons

Words: 6,118

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards."

Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

Curriculum vitae by cadignan

Words: 2,875

Curriculum vitae, n. A short account of one's career and qualifications. From Latin "course of (one's) life."

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 1,402

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

"In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas' left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU'RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Days With You by omgbubblesomg @omgbubblesomg

Words: 3,212

Dean’s almost tragically offended when he moves into a new apartment and despite his absolute best efforts he can’t win more than a smile from his devastatingly handsome neighbour.

Every Last First by Areiton @areiton

Words: 1,514

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.

Now, he was simply everything.

For Science by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,105

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

Freeze Frame by surlybobbies

Words: 4,998

Dean's got about two minutes before Cas comes back, which is more than mildly inconvenient because Dean's just found out Cas is in love with him.

Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) byAnnie D (scaramouche)

Words: 6,201

Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

He Came in Through the Bedroom Window by betts

Words: 4,725

Close to every day of every summer, Cas climbs into Dean’s room immediately after he wakes up.

He Woke Me Up Again by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 7,642

Castiel is injured at the studio, giving him and Dean time to work through their newly forming relationship.

If I Run by Anonymous

Words: 4,365

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."

***

Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

Inhuman by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 2,098

Dean has learned that sex is different when there's an angel involved.

Just After, But Before by cymbalism

Words: 8,712

Just after Purgatory, but before whatever's next, Dean has a broken angel to put back together.

Just like honey. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,505

"Dean," Cas says. His hand is still flat against Dean's heart. "I've been- will you do something for me?"

"Sure," Dean says. He doesn't even have to think about it. Cas's eyes are starring over, gleaming at the edges with the faintest track of unshed tears, even though he's smiling again. Dean's never actually seen him cry: happy, stubborn, tireless Castiel and his bees and guacamole and perfect coffee and perpetually bare feet, Cas, Dean's hardy dandelion blooming in the middle of the sidewalk. Dean would do literally anything he asked right now, jump off a cliff or ford a river, hand to hand combat with a mountain lion, an eight-course dinner with all Cas's jerkoff fundamentalist relatives. Dean would learn Esperanto or become a bonds trader, whatever the fuck that is. Dean would die for him. Dean would do it smiling.

"Marry me," Cas says.

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic @fanforfanatic

Words: 3,299

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he's already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

La cucina. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,962

Dean turns around and Castiel is picking through the jars, turning them over carefully to read the labels, totally engrossed. Dean watches him.

"Is there," Dean says, "uh, anything in there you like?" Castiel looks up at him and then back at the apples, sitting in a basket on the counter in their golden skins, ripe and pretty. Castiel smiles up at Dean.

Like a Parched Land by Las

Words: 8,676

Written for the following prompt: "Reverse!verse: Castiel is the Righteous Man and Dean is the angel who drags his ass out of Hell." This is an AU version of episodes 5x01 through 5x03.

Long Nights in Cold Months by pyrebi

Words: 2,344

When you're an insomniac, you get used to the "what the hell are you doing up, man?" look. Dean just hopes the guy who's stocking the shelves will stop giving it to him long enough to help him find some damn pineapple.

Love, Take Your Toll by aileenrose

Words: 8,724

Cas sees hundreds of faces every day, but there's only one that he really cares about.

Movie Night by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,683

Dean invites his friends over so that they can gangbang Cas, and fun times were had by all.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

Words: 2,542

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,521

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why."

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,591

"The dating thing?" Dean frowns. "Online dating is for weirdos. Robots. Dudes hanging out in their basements."

"You hang out in your basement."

"I have an air hockey table down there,” Dean says, icily.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Words: 4,899

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel's awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby's personal space, or Sam's. Why is Dean different? Maybe there's something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,062

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean's definitely rethinking that opinion.

Perfect Symmetry by FPwoper (dcj) @fpwoper

Words: 1,447

In which Dean gets drunk and gets lucky. With twins.

Petals by Morethancupcake

Words: 1,745

"He tells him about the bet, about how Ash had pointed Castiel out and had said "Fifty bucks none of you can't have him." Dean doesn't tell him the insults, but Castiel can guess them, all of them. They all probably laughed at how awkward he was, how out of place. How wrong."

Dean tells him about the bet. In the morning, Castiel is gone.

Physics can wait by museaway @museaway

Words: 1,654

Dean doesn’t want a tutor, especially not some kid his age in a tan sweater with a tie and a freaking button-down, but his mom insisted.

Pink by museaway @museaway

Words: 7,651

After a chance encounter at Lawrence Laundromat (at 3am, no less), Castiel is enthralled with his memory of a man in dusty jeans and a plain t-shirt with a pair of panties in his laundry basket. So Charlie Bradbury (aka Castiel's Former Best Friend) places a "missed connections" ad on his behalf, because that's what friends are for.

Queer by SeashellDestihell

Words: 1,948

A collection of times Dean encounters the word queer.

Release by lovegonestale

Words: 2,504

"Dean refuses to acknowledge his affection/lust for Castiel which backfires horridly when an angel/monster/witch strips Dean of his control and leaves only the basic instincts. The animal inside Dean wants Castiel, wants him under him, submitting, his mate/bitch and he'll do whatever he needs to get that."

Sharing Hands by almaasi

Dean feels something strange when he touches himself, and realises Cas has been using him as a vessel ever since he came back from Purgatory.

Shopping with Castiel by Anonymous

Words: 2,126

Dean takes Castiel shopping, and the tension is just too much to handle.

Show Me by relucant @relucant

Words: 3,069

“Huh,” Dean said again. He paused for a moment, then blurted, “Do you think you could show me?” Cas’ eyes widened, but before he could respond, Dean continued in a rush, “Like, um, a porn or something? I mean, just to, like – oh, God, never mind.” He dropped his head into his hands, the tips of his ears bright red.

It wouldn’t be the first time their decade-long friendship had gone a little beyond PG-ratings, between curious middle-school jerkoffs over the pilfered Playboys from Dean’s hidden stash to some drunken high school party games that maybe got a little more handsy than necessary. But they were seniors in college now, and Cas’ attraction to Dean had acquired a weight it hadn’t had as teenagers, and he was pretty sure watching gay porn together was a bad way to fuel that fire.

“Okay,” he said, before his mouth caught up to his dick.

Dean jerked his head up. “What?” he said stupidly.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

Words: 2,891

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That's it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

Words: 1,991

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant @relucant

Words: 3,544

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme @remmyme

Words: 3,912

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago: “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak

Words: 3,976

It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.

Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow

Words: 8,111

“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?”

“Well, you, ideally.”

Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!”

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Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Words: 2,532

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The First Thing by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 2,609

Dean figures out what he wants.

The Occasional Sentimentality by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,512

Dean has the Winchester business, Castiel is an independent contractor, their penchant for violence is something they have in common. For eight months they've been meeting off and on for brief yet intense encounters, but like all things, it can't stay that way forever.

The One Thing You Can't Lose by MajorEnglishEsquire

Words: 4,955

You know what I like a lot? The thought that Dean can just tug Cas anywhere at any time and Cas, who can lift tons without effort, who can demolish things with the light of his grace, who has battled and gone to war, has defended and broken, will just let Dean do it.

The Samhain Trials by jemariel @jemariel

Words 8,068

On Samhain night, the veil is thin, not only between the spirit world and our own, but between humankind and their inner natures.

Every year, the hunt is run. Alphas and omegas brave the woods in search of glory and passion. Every year, Dean Winchester comes out alone. The soulbrand on his neck means that he has a True Mate, and what should be a blessing has only been a curse.

He hopes, and he waits, and this year his soulbrand has been itching as if it were newly risen.

It's nearly sundown.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester @cineastette

Words: 1,938

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

through hardships to the stars by museaway @museaway

Words: 4,554

Cas showed up at Dean’s apartment six minutes before midnight with a six-pack of Ad Astra under his arm and Interstellar on blu-ray.

Times Two by relucant (dcj) @relucant

Words: 5,416

[10:50] From: Charlie

So did you find Mr. Sex Hair?

[10:51] To: Charlie

actually yeah. and dude -- there's TWO of them

[10:51] From: Charlie

… How drunk are you?

[10:52] To: Charlie

im not!

[10:52] To: Charlie

ok im lying, i am a little

[10:53] To: Charlie

but srsly, they're twins. and ofc i accosted the wrong twin abt the pic

[10:55] From: Charlie

Oh my God. Your life is a fanfic.

[10:56] From: Charlie

So… Dean-sandwich on the menu then?

To be Alone with You by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,248

Castiel needs a model for his new sculpture project, and Dean Winchester sounds perfect for the job.

Tush by Sales Associate Steve (Stiney) @salesassociatesteve

Words: 5,359

Dean's still not exactly clear how he got here, but it's not so bad, actually, it's pretty awesome modeling panties on Tumblr.

Unfocused, Blissed Out by jemariel (dcj) @jemariel

Words: 1,818

“You’re both so beautiful,” Cas finds himself saying.

Jimmy laughs a high snort of a laugh. “Whatever you say, asshole.”

Dean slaps him lightly on the shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, jerk.”

But Cas just settles deeper into the pillows and around his lovers, smiling and content.

We Will Touch Our Feet Together by cadignan

Words: 7,388

Go to one hour’s worth of paid cuddling—touch therapy, whatever—and end up with a pothead moping on your couch, talking about kinky sex.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken

Words: 2,964

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

You Deserve This by beansprean

Words: 2,190

Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.

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