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bijoharvelle · 2 years

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(sorry that i think cas was at his hottest in season 4. as if it's my fault.) inspired by my own tags on this gifset from @gentlemancowboy like a month ago

Dean is faking sleep – Sammy only just knocked off, tossing and turning and muttering on Bobby’s couch that he outgrew more than ten years ago – when Castiel fizzles into existence. Hell is still screaming through his head and for a minute he can’t tell the difference between the soft black of the back of his eyelids and the cold void of hellfire.

The sound of wings, though, is familiar. The sound of Castiel coming is familiar, like some distant memory tucked away in his time below.

His heart is going triple-time in the cage of his chest and the rapid pulse roils through shame and guilt and hurt, like it’s still trying to pound out of Victor’s ice grip. There’s a roaring in his ears that maybe sounds like Viktor’s scream so he can’t be sure of what he says to the angel (if that's what this even is). He just knows that it’s snatchy and prickly because he doesn’t know how to be anything else in this situation. Every time he blinks he sees the bodies of people he let die: hunters, civilians, people just doing their jobs, innocent bystanders. Witnesses.

He comes back to himself when the angel in front of him tosses his hands up in defeat. It’s something, to annoy a celestial being into petulance, but Dean figures that’s Castiel’s fault. He’s the one who groped him out of Hell after all. Dean is his problem, now.

Castiel moves in closer and Dean is reminded of big cats in the wild, stalking in on cornered prey. Fever rises in him, a contrast against the high-whine of desperation that has been flooding his system since Victor reached for his heart, since Meg put the beat-down on him, since he crawled out of his own grave.

“You should show me some respect,” Castiel rasps out and Dean’s breathing catches in his throat. The angel is close enough that Dean can smell the off-center scent coming off him, something like metal melting and the milk of dandelion. He’s close enough that Dean can tell he isn’t breathing, doesn’t need to breathe.

“I dragged you out of Hell,” the angel says, voice whip-tight and Dean hears himself in it, an echo of Dean’s regret and guilt borne in Castiel’s admittance that six of his brothers were killed. “I can throw you back in.”

It’s a threat but Dean’s wiring has always been more than a little crossed, so he’s not surprised that it makes heat surge through his chest and straight down to his dick.

“Should maybe make it worthwhile then, huh?” Dean says, and he means it to be cocky and smug and flirtatious but it comes out reed-thin and needy. Before he can do anything to save face, he’s on his knees, eyes bowed up to look at the angel above him.

Castiel’s face is blank, calculating. Dean can practically see him flipping through a rolodex of human behavior, trying to place just what Dean is doing. His head cocks to the side, just the slightest bit and Dean’s eyes track along the dark shock of hair along his head. He wants to twist his fingers in it.

Instead, he gets one hand around Castiel’s hip and presses his face full into the guy’s crotch. And maybe Castiel doesn’t have to breathe, but there’s a long pull of inhale from the angel and Dean smiles to himself at that.

“What–”

“Shh,” Dean hushes, purposefully letting a hot stream of his breath run along Castiel’s leg. The angel obeys and Dean nuzzles between his legs.

And it’s familiar. It’s easy, Dean knows this. He knows bodies and pleasure, understands the simplicity of the role before him. For a minute, the wild chaos of torture in his head dulls and he can almost hear himself think. It takes him a minute to realize that Castiel has one hand resting atop his head, gentle and tentative.

Dean gets his tongue around the ugly-ass fabric of Castiel’s ugly-ass slacks and clamps his teeth on the zipper of the fly. Sharp metal pricks his tongue and Castiel’s hand goes a little heavier in his hair.

“You’re shaking,” Castiel says. It’s quiet, but in the hush of the night around them, Dean takes it like gunshot. He doesn’t answer, just looks up at Castiel through his lashes and tugs the zipper down. Reaching up one hand to pop the button, he realizes that Castiel is right. He’s shaking. He swallows past it and coasts his hand under the white dress shirt, skin skipping along skin.

“You’re shaking,” Castiel says again, even softer this time. Dean’s arm is stretched, hand splayed over where Castiel’s heart would be if angels had hearts, and his mouth is open against the boxers that the angel is wearing and in any other life he might laugh at that: angels wear boxers. There isn’t any room for revelation in his head, though, he’s still busy trying to rush through the sudden quiet in his mind.

He hasn’t been alone in his thoughts in forty years or two weeks. It’s all been a twisted havoc of Alastair’s hissing voice and the wretched cries he wrenched from souls and taunts from other demons. It’s all been a jumble of all the ways he was never good enough in life and how that was proved true when he finally climbed down off the Rack. It’s all been an endless parade of self-hate, guilt, shame, terror.

And so part of him is chanting in the background that he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve this quiet, this relief, but soon enough that too is soothed back. Until all he can focus in on is the pressure of Castiel’s hand on the crown of his head and the heat of Castiel’s cock under his tongue.

The angel is ramrod still, every muscle tuned taut to almost snapping and Dean wants more than anything to make him break. Dean wants more than anything to feel those fingers clench in his hair, those hips thrust against his chin. He wants to find out whether angels come and if they do, fuck, he wants to taste it.

He realizes that his knees and back aren’t aching the way they should be, the way they usually do, and he lilts his eyes up. That’s when he finds that Castiel is watching him with such rapt attention that it should be blasphemous. He was pretty sure one of the main commandments from the Big Guy upstairs was taking no other God before him and Castiel is looking at him like he might just turn false idols. Castiel is looking at him and looking at him and it’s enough that for a split second and no more Dean thinks maybe there is something in him worth saving.

He didn’t like the idea of God’s eye narrowing in on him but he doesn’t hate the idea of Castiel’s attention on him, unwavering.

Their eyes are latched and Dean can tell that Castiel is keying up higher and higher and he’s about to break

and Dean wakes up on the floor.

He wakes up on the floor, gasping, and desperately hard, and with a sharp pain around his jaw and lurking in his knees and back. There’s weak sunlight pooling in and the couch is empty, Sam walking around somewhere further in the house.

Dean closes his eyes and he doesn’t see Victor, or Meg, or Randy, or any dead bodies. He just sees the iridescent imprint of blue irises, floating like haloes out of the darkness.

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mishacollinsthighsss · 1 year

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Destiel Drabble (~2,1k)

Dean/Castiel, fluff, post 15x18, human Cas, no sex but they definitely make out hard

Beta'd by @pattywinchester thank you so much, you really helped me a lot there! 💙

“Cas, you comin’?” Dean called out on his way to the Dean Cave, as he liked to call it. When he heard a door slam, he couldn't contain his smile. Since they’d kissed two days ago, Cas was spending as much time with Dean as possible. They hadn’t talked about it yet, much less kissed again, hell, they hadn’t even touched since then and Dean was getting impatient. The only reaction Dean had gotten after he’d finally gotten up the nerve to go through with it was a shy - and very cute - smile and a blush. After that, Cas had disappeared into his room and hadn’t come out again for several hours. When he’d joined them later in the kitchen, he’d acted like nothing had happened, and Dean was fed up.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas muttered as he stepped into the room, a tiny smile on his lips and God, Dean wanted to kiss him again, but he held himself back.

“There you are. Hey, thought a horror movie would be cool; you okay with that?”

Dean knew how easy it was to scare Cas these days, probably because he wasn’t able to regulate his emotions as well now that he was human and that’s exactly why Dean chose that movie. Cas looked confused for a moment, but then he gave a quick nod as he got comfortable on the couch, seating himself as far away from Dean as possible. Doubt started to set in once again. He wondered if Cas hadn’t been into the kiss and had just been too polite to reject him outright, but Dean shoved those thoughts away quickly. There’d been way too much tension between them over the years and Dean wasn’t completely crazy. At least he didn't think so.

“I’ve never known you to watch a horror movie before,” Cas said as Dean picked up the remote, looking at him curiously and it took Dean everything to hold back a grin.

“Hey, they’re great, alright? Best part about them? The monster always gets their ass kicked in the end. Now watch.”

Dean pointed to the TV with the remote before he put it down and got up to dim the lights. As he sat down again he made sure to sit a little closer to Cas, hoping that the other man would seek comfort at one point or another.

The first half of the movie was relatively boring and Dean caught himself almost falling asleep a couple of times, but when he heard the first quiet gasp from Cas beside him, he was suddenly wide awake.

“You okay there, buddy?” he asked innocently, turning his head just in time to see Cas nod. His eyes dropped down and his smile turned into a grin when he saw that Cas had been reaching out to him, but he’d missed his arm by an inch or two and had grabbed the upholstery of the couch instead. Moving slowly, Dean shook out his arm, before he put his hand right on top of Cas’, just for a second, but it was long enough for Cas to look at him.

“If you - if you’re too scared, we can just watch somethin’ else, no big deal. Or you could - y’know,” he muttered as he lifted his arms in Cas’ direction, hoping the dimmed lighting was enough to hide his blush. Without a single word, Cas moved closer and wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, hiding his face halfway into his chest. Dean’s heart did a little flip because although he’d been hoping for this, he hadn’t exactly expected it. Still, he carefully wrapped his arms around Cas’ shoulders and pulled him just a little closer.

“You sure you wanna finish this?” Dean asked after a couple more minutes of Cas gasping and twitching. Instead of answering, Cas just lifted one of his hands and gestured for Dean to be silent. As a result, he tried to actually concentrate on the movie - which, in hindsight, was pretty scary, especially if you hadn’t watched horror movies before - but he quickly realized that watching Cas was much more entertaining. Every little twitch made him pull the other man just a little closer and every time Cas turned his face into Dean’s chest because he knew something scary was coming, it made Dean smile like a goddamn teenage girl.

It felt odd, cuddling with a man, but not as scary as Dean had thought it would be. It was actually quite nice. He had to hold back a chuckle as he thought about how he’d freaked out a couple months ago when Charlie had accused him of not being straight because at the time, Dean was locking away his feelings for Cas somewhere deep inside. He’d wanted nothing to do with it. Now though, now he knew what he wanted and why he’d been so messed up over the years whenever something had happened to Cas. Now he knew that he’d never let anything happen to him again.

“Dean?” Dean blinked a couple of times as he heard Cas’ voice, just then noticing that he’d absentmindedly started to brush his fingers through the other man’s hair. His hand froze, but he didn’t pull it away as he lowered his head to look into Cas’ eyes.

“Sorry, I was somewhere else with my thoughts. You want me to stop?”

Cas blinked once, twice, before he shook his head slowly, his gaze fixed on Dean. The other man’s lips parted in surprise because of whatever the hell he was seeing in Dean’s eyes.

“You good, Cas? Feelin’ okay?” the hunter asked then because hell, if he wanted this to work then he had to actually work for it. Cas swallowed and his eyebrows drew together in confusion, but he nodded, yes.

“Are you alright?” Cas asked, the movie apparently completely forgotten. Dean felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’m just peachy, Cas,” he answered honestly, his voice a little rougher than usual. He could feel his heartbeat increasing as his brain reminded him that now was the perfect time but for a moment, he considered pointing to the TV to signal to Cas to keep watching, but he quickly pushed that thought away.

“Cas, we - we gotta talk about somethin’ ” He started and Cas slowly sat up, his eyes not leaving Dean’s once.

“You sound like you did that time you told me I couldn’t stay at the bunker,” Cas responded warily and yeah, okay, Dean should’ve thought about that.

“No, it’s nothing like that, I promise. It’s just… the - the kiss, y’know…” Dean trailed off and suddenly Cas’ expression changed into something harder.

“Dean, if you want to tell me that it didn’t mean anything to you, I totally understand.”

Wait. What? Blinking a couple of times Dean stared at Cas, trying to understand how Cas could even think that. Fortunately (or not), he was reminded of all the times he’d shown any kind of affection, just to act like a dick right after and Cas’ reaction made sense.

“No, Cas! No, I wanted to - y’know, you didn’t say anything after and just disappeared and when you came back you acted like nothing happened so I didn’t wanna push you, but it’s been two days now and - “

“Wait, so you… don’t… regret that you kissed me?” Cas asked, his eyes all squinty. Dean wanted to pull this man into a kiss and never let him go again. Instead, he cupped Cas’ face with both hands, pulling him close enough that they were breathing the same air.

“I’d never regret kissing you, Cas. In fact, I’d love to do it again right now if you’re okay with - “ Dean was unable to finish his sentence before Cas’ lips were pressed against his. The second the shock wore off, his eyes fell shut as a sigh escaped him. All of the tension in his body left him then and Dean kissed back, and the world suddenly stood still.

He was kissing Cas. Again. Cas wanted this just as much as he did.

The realization hit him so hard he couldn’t contain his smile and Cas was smiling right back, their teeth clicking together. Cas was the first to break the kiss as he started to giggle and Dean was so happy he joined right in.

“Jeez Cas, I'm trying to kiss you here,” Dean forced out between fits of giggles, which made Cas laugh even more. It felt like hours until Dean was able to breathe again but when he did, he couldn’t stop staring. Cas had fallen back against the couch, still snickering from time to time - it was the first time Dean saw him like this and he swore to himself to make Cas laugh like this at least once a day from now on. As Cas calmed down as well, he sat up and gently cupped Dean’s face with his hands.

“I was scared you didn’t mean it, that’s why I didn’t say anything. I was scared I would ruin our relationship,” he muttered sincerely, while his thumbs brushed back and forth against Dean’s cheeks. Dean cupped Cas’ hands with his own then, before leaning in for another kiss. Cas was on board right away and this time, they managed to kiss properly. Dean could feel Cas’ hot breath ghosting over his lips and before he knew it, he was teasing the seam of the other man’s lips with his tongue. Cas opened willingly, letting Dean in with a sigh as his grip on his face tightened, pulling Dean with him as he lay down on the couch. A happy little noise escaped Dean’s lips as he made himself comfortable, straddling Cas’ hips.

“Does this mean we - we’re dating?” the former angel asked into the kiss, forcing Dean to bark out a laugh.

“Yeah, Cas, if you wanna,” he murmured, watching with satisfaction as Cas nodded right away. God, Dean didn’t know how he’d managed to stay away from Cas for as long as he had. Leaning down again he captured the other’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulled, eliciting a delicious moan from Cas.

“Dean,” he groaned as his hands moved from Dean's face down his chest, before they settled on his hips. Dean held back a shiver as Cas pulled him close, because holy shit, Cas was just as turned on as he was.

“Cas, not to break the moment, but - “

“Can you please shut up for once,” Cas interrupted, his voice breathy, before he lifted his head to kiss him once again. Dean groaned, unable to do anything other than give Cas what he wanted, and -

“Guys? Oh! Oh, God, sorry, Jesus,” Sam interrupted. Dean heard the door squeaking, but he chose to ignore it. He was feeling way too good to stop now and judging by how Cas’ hands wandered from Dean’s hips to his ass, he didnt wanna stop either.

Sadly, Sam didn’t get the memo and cleared his throat.

“Hey, I’m going for a grocery run, you need anything?” he asked, his voice laced with embarrassment and Dean let out a sigh.

“No. You done? Go away, Sammy,” he muttered, not even lifting his head to look at his brother, but apparently, Sam wasn’t done.

“I - I’m happy for you guys. Just wanted you to know that,” his little brother said hesitantly after a couple of moments of silence. Cas groaned as well and Dean took a pillow and threw it in the general direction of Sam’s voice, just as Cas’ hand started to move from his ass to his crotch. He had to fight hard to hold in a groan as the other man’s hand hesitantly cupped the bulge through his pants, but his hips bucked forward nevertheless.

“Jeez, alright, I’m going,” Sam said and Dean could practically hear his eye roll. The door squeaked once again and just when Dean thought they could continue for real, Cas sat up in one fluid movement, almost throwing Dean off the couch.

“Peanut butter!” he exclaimed with an apologetic look even though he was hard as a rock at this point.

“It’s alright, go,” he said softly, signaling him with his hand to go after Sam and Cas jumped up quickly. After a moment of thought, he turned and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Dean’s lips, his eyes all dark and glassy.

“In my room in five minutes,” he rasped, before he turned around and followed Sam. Dean just stared after him, wondering if he should be frustrated or not, but the situation was so unbelievable that he started to laugh. Slowly, he got up and fixed his hair with his hands as he headed down the hallway, suppressing a shiver when he remembered Cas’ words.

Dean had no idea what to expect, but he sure as hell wouldn’t let this chance slide. With a stupid grin on his face he opened the door to Cas’ room and stepped in, knowing that from now on things would be different, but for once, he was okay with that.

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destiel-wings · 1 year

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“I need to say something.”

You don’t have to say it. Castiel thinks, I heard your prayer.

Two sentences. Short and easy. And they’re out of his mouth—are they?

Are they? Castiel can’t even remember what he’s supposed to say. His mouth moves but no syllable comes out of it. It’s like Leviathan got his tongue. He calls for his voice but it doesn’t make a sound. Maybe it’s gone forever. Maybe he can’t remember how to speak. Maybe he doesn’t want to.

one day I'll post a fic which contains *also* happiness and fluff (like my current long wip), but until then... HERE'S MY PURGATORY PRAYER FIC, aka the one where Dean gets to say what he needs to say

(4,8k words, read on AO3)

I need to say something by Ethereal_moonglow

as always, thank you @huggybearsunshine for beta reading it, your friendship is truly precious to me 💙

dt: @casgod @shallowseeker @sing-little-bird @mewwinx96 @neurodeanvergent @deadcaffeinatedpoets @noahs-dead-wife @jazzpineapplehands @ducklingg @imiebean @musicstillgoeson

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big-wet-cas-eyes · 1 year

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Welcome to my Destiel fic masterlist for 2022! I wrote a lot early on in the year, and sort of fell off toward the end, but I still wrote 85,000 words this year and I'm proud of that. I'm hoping I can get back into things next year so cross your fingers for me that inspiration strikes!

Thank you to all of my followers (and anyone who has read anything I've written) for your kind words when I do write things, and for sharing things that you liked. Having fanfiction as a creative outlet has been one of my favorite things in the last couple of years, and I'm so grateful to this fandom for how supportive and kind everyone is to a new writer.

Onto the fics!

Longer fics:

life was a willow | 34k words | E

Written for Pinefest with amazing art done by the incredible @betanoiz. I think this is my favorite fic I've ever written, and I still can't even describe how happy it made me to see the artwork that brought it to life. It's mindblowing to me that my story is the reason such breathtaking art exists.

When Dean’s favorite author becomes a regular at his bar, Dean knows he’s done for. He never could have anticipated the intense feelings that blossomed for the talented Castiel. There’s just one thing standing in his way of being with Castiel the way he truly wants: Castiel is waiting for his soulmate. Dean has spent his entire life hating the concept of soulmates. He just wants to live his life without the universe intervening. If the only way he can keep Castiel in his life is by swallowing his feelings, then that’s what he’ll do.

angels roll their eyes | 8k words | M

Written for the DeanCas Reverse bang inspired by an awesome piece of art done by the wonderful @birbgalaxy (and some delightful chapter dividers that make me smile every time I think of them). I don't think I've ever had so much fun writing a fic. It's hilarious, if I do say so myself, and I don't think I would have ever come up with this idea without the art prompt.

The plan is simple enough: if there’s already an angel using Dean as a vessel, then Michael can’t trick Dean into saying “yes.” So Castiel will wear Dean’s body for a few weeks and then leave as soon as Michael is out of the picture. That’s how it’s supposed to go at least.

where the spirit meets the bones | 22k words | M

Written for the DeanCas Big Bang featuring absolutely beautiful art done by the THEEE @wigglebox. I wasn't sure if I would ever finish writing this one, so I am really proud that I managed to get this one out of my brain. I was blown away by the artwork, which really sets the tone of the story.

When Dean and Sam start to investigate a haunted inn, Dean expects it to be just like any other case. But there’s a catch: the resident ghost, Cas, turns into a human for two weeks every year. Before they can move forward with the case, they have to find out what happened to give Cas this kind of afterlife. And more importantly, Dean has to figure out how to honor his commitment to hunting monsters while he’s slowly falling for a ghost.

Shorter fics:

hold on to you | 300 words | T

Dean is in desperate need of a New Year's Eve kiss.

in the refrigerator light | 2k words | T

This is one of my favorite short fics I've written.

Taking a step back from hunting means that Dean needed something to do. Getting Cas back from the Empty was a big win for them, the kind of win that can't be followed up. So he started in on his current passion project: his cooking YouTube channel.

boots beneath my bed | 2k words | M

This is another favorite short fic of mine.

Dean finds out his favorite TV character is bisexual and promptly loses his shit.

ice frozen ground | 3k words | M

Dean doesn't know much about his neighbor. He doesn't even know his name. All he knows is that he’s hot. And that this guy runs, no matter what the weather is. Apparently, not even a blizzard can keep Dean's neighbor from his daily run.

come back...be here | 1k words | T

“Dean?” Cas says. He’s still looking down at the tiny stuffed bundle in his hands. “Is this supposed to be me?” So sue him. He made a stuffed version of Cas to hold onto when he misses his friend.

sunshine on the street | 2k words | T

Dean and Cas go on a hunt. Things don't go as planned.

get in the car | 1k words | T

When Castiel thinks the mechanic working on his car might be trying to rip him off, he does what anyone would do: He calls Dean Winchester.

forty-three pies | 5k words | M

Dean celebrates his 43rd birthday.

holy tax accountant | 4k word | T

Sam refuses to do Dean's taxes this year. Enter Castiel Novak, the hottest tax accountant Dean has ever seen.

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eddie-redcliff · 2 years

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500 bookmarks fic rec list: Supernatural

sweet talk 17k

Empty spaces 60k heavy on the angst from what i remember.

weird but confident 5k

The walk 189k

Crazy Diamonds 24k (fun fact: first spn fic i can remember reading)

the most important thing 94k

Good ones gonna be 37k

The marriage misconception 65k

On labor 24k (probably my all time fave.)

the girlfriend experience 15k

Bodies 18k

Life Skills 26k

Plain and Tall 69k (also a favorite) anyways. time to cross my fingers and hope that this format works...

#spn fic #destiel fic #(cause lets be real this is... basically 100% deancas stuff.)#deancas fic #supernatural fic #fic rec #spn fic rec #destiel fanfiction #destiel fic rec #deancas fic rec #deancas fanfiction #looking at these.. there are some trends here...

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allmystars-i · 1 year

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In a Moment of War || Explicit || 31 532 words

Author: allmystars

He’s not sure why it is only occurring to him now, that this man was at war, but something about the way he doesn’t mince words when talking about the casualties is bringing it home in the most brutal way. … When Jack Kline is tasked with clearing out his estranged grandfather’s farm, he doesn’t expect to find much about the quiet, gentle man he hardly knew. Maybe some old clothes, broken furniture. Perhaps a phonebook or two. What he finds is a photograph that leads him through a maze of letters, and he follows them right into the hidden life of a man he discovers he never knew at all. ~*~*~ His letters are short and to the point—we went here, stayed this long, I saw this many people I know die. … For Dean Winchester, the war is a means to an end. A way to make some money and escape Kansas for a little while. His comrades are little more than people to watch his back while bullets fly by their heads. Then, he finds the fighter pilot. Everything changes. In a moment of war, of love, and of borrowed time, nothing will ever be the same.

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Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Myers, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, War, Blood, Death, Trauma

Tags: This is my DCRB 2023 inspired by @squirrelofcelestialintent lovely art. WWII AU, Hate to Love, Infantry Soldier Dean Winchester, Fighter Pilot Castiel, Smut, Closeted Dean, Angst with a Happy Ending.

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rowanspn · 1 month

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Chapter 9 of The Covert Identity, now on AO3.......

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liron-ao3 · 1 year

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TINY SEEDS —

TOWARDS THE LIGHT

Mature

114,719 words

CW // Domestic Violence, Psychological Abuse, Male Pregnancy

Castiel is trapped in an abusive relationship. He doesn't have the strength to leave his girlfriend April, still holds onto the hope that things might turn for the better. But then, an unexpected pregnancy turns his life upside down.

A story of healing, fatherhood, and learning to trust again.

archiveofourown.org/works/45271201/

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heller-castiel · 11 months

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I Would Make a Home of You (Ch.1) (3.3k)

Heaven's angel's would say Castiel fell suddenly corrupted, damned himself to humanity. Cas would say he rose into it. Or - Castiel first learns how to live. Then, years later, he learns how to live with his family.

Part 2 of Are You Brave Enough? Series Read Part One Here

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thebiggerbear · 7 months

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Masks - Dean x Castiel - Prompt Response

A/N: (this was written in late November 2020) So this was something I started after 15x18 aired, in order to challenge myself by using prompts to start writing again. I used the #6 (Mask) prompt for Suptober2020 on Tumblr from @winchester-reload. I didn't submit it since obviously the event was over but I just wanted to try this one & give credit for the prompt. This is my first time ever writing for this fandom & these characters/this pairing. I know it's not very good but after how things ended, I feel a little more okay about sharing it. Any mistakes are mine since it's not beta'd/edited. This was inspired by a moment that happened between my grandparents while we were attempting to dine outdoors a couple of weeks ago. It was too cute not to try to bring in for one of my favorite fictional couples.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

Ship taglist: @nancymcl

Dean, Cas, and Jack sat at the table, waiting for Sam to return with their food.

Jack glanced around as they sat on the sidewalk, mournfully watching as people passed by, walking their dogs and keeping a good distance from the tables area. He was particularly aggrieved when a wheaten terrier puppy approached them excitedly and he grinned, reaching a hand out to pet the cute animal when the owner yanked on the leash, effectively pulling the puppy away while shooting a dark glare in Jack’s direction. He stared after them as they left, turning back to find Cas giving him a sad but understanding smile.

“I don’t understand,” Jack started. “I have my mask on.”

“People are scared, Jack. This...virus is something they don’t understand. They’re just being careful.”

Dean snorted from Cas’ left. “People are dicks.” At Cas’ exasperated look, Dean elaborated, “What, you’re telling me they couldn’t let the kid pet the dog for one damn second? Come on. I get it, they’re being safe, but that’s just overkill.”

Jack glanced back and forth between them, noticing Cas’ annoyed expression barely hidden beneath his mask in response to Dean’s unapologetic one. A small smile formed on his young face as he prepared to ask the question he had been wanting to ask for a while now. “Can we get a dog?”

Dean’s and Cas’ eyes both widened.

Jack hurried to reassure them and explain. “It’s just, I’ve never had a pet. A dog, I mean,” he hurried to clarify, not mentioning the snake he had once taken in. No one spoke about Felix and what had followed after his brief time in the Winchester home. “And I like dogs. They’re furry...and nice.”

Cas exchanged knowing glances with Dean, and he quickly responded before the latter could. “Jack, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jack’s face began to fall as fast as the disappointment settled within his chest. They were still worried about what happened with Felix. “But...I have a soul now…”

Cas’ blue eyes saddened but before he could reassure his son, Dean spoke up. “Kid, that’s not what this is about.” Jack’s eyes snapped to his and though it was nearly difficult to see due to the mask on his face, he could imagine Dean’s restrained smile as he fought to explain. “With what we do, it wouldn’t work too well. We go out on hunts all the time and we can’t take it with us. Who would be there to walk it, to feed it? It would be stuck in the bunker all day long. That’s not a good life for a dog.”

Jack, not expecting Dean’s response and seeing the slightest opening, jumped on the opportunity. He hadn’t realized this would be part of their reservations, their reluctance to let him have a pet. This he had an answer for. “But, I’ll take care of it. I’ll take it out for walks, and I’ll feed it when it’s hungry. I’ll play with it when it gets bored. I’ll stay with it when you guys go out on hunts. I could take it with me when I go out on mine. I’ll take it outside a lot. You won’t have to worry about anything, I promise.”

Dean leaned slightly forward. “I don’t know, Jack. What, are you going to keep it in the motel when you’re out hunting monsters? Come on, kid. That’s not a good plan.”

Jack nodded eagerly. “There’s lots of places that take dogs now.”

“And if gets sick? Or hurt?”

“I’ll take it to the animal hospital.”

“And if there isn’t one?” Dean still wasn’t convinced.

“Every town has a veterinarian.” Jack had already looked up all of this information online a week ago when he had been in his room. He had just waited for the right time to ask.

“It would need to be housetrained if it’s not and that’s a lot of work, kid. You ready for that?”

Jack gave a resolute nod. “Yep.”

Cas glanced towards Dean whose eyes stayed fixated on Jack, assessing him. After a moment, Dean nodded before leaning back in his chair. “Okay.”

Jack was speechless, his grin so wide he was barely able to contain his excitement.

“Okay?” Cas asked, puzzled.

“Yeah.” Dean shrugged. “The kid wants a dog and he’s saying he’ll take care of it, I think we should give him the chance.”

“I will, I promise.” Jack was delighted.

Dean lifted a finger. “But you better keep up your end of the deal, you got me? We’re talking cleaning up the hair, picking up the poop, keeping the dog off my car seats, bath time -- all of it.” At Jack’s happy nod, Dean shifted in his chair. “Alright, we’ll head to the nearest shelter and start looking so you better start thinking of names. And none of that crap like Ruffles or Foofoo, either. I can deal with having a dog around but you give it a name like that…” Unable to finish, he made a sweeping motion with his hand, strongly indicating that Jack should not do that. The kid eagerly nodded in agreement. “Good. So we’ll go, after we eat. Now, where the hell is Sam with my burger?” Dean glanced in the direction of the restaurant.

“Thank you, Dean,” Jack offered softly.

Dean turned back to catch the gratitude and happiness shining brightly in Jack’s light blue gaze. After a moment, he lowered his own and did his best to give an unaffected nod. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Cas studying him, his head tilted and the barest hint of a squint. “What?” He barked out.

Cas narrowed his eyes further.

“Don’t give me that. You are not getting a cat. A dog is one thing but a cat? They throw up everywhere, they lick themselves, they bite and scratch, they look at you like they want to kill you all the time...yeah, that’s not happening.” A moment later, Dean chanced a glance in Cas’ direction.

Cas was still studying him, but eventually his eyes softened. “Okay,” he agreed.

“Okay?” Dean asked in shock, though he tried to recover his surprise and appear more confident in his decision about the cat thing. Like he had so many times before when Cas brought up the possibility. Dogs he could get behind, but cats...no, he just couldn’t.

He had nothing against the species but he had no desire to have a bundle of fur around that had sharp claws and canines at the ready should it feel threatened. And in Dean’s line of work, there was bound to be at least once or twice that might happen should something pop in unexpectedly or storm the bunker. Dean had already experienced feline wrath once when he and Sammy were kids. At one of the motels John Winchester had dropped them off at while he went on one of his hunts, Sam had found a stray cat near a dumpster, and after Dean had discovered its hiding place near Sam’s bed and lots of begging from his younger brother, it had stayed for the night. The cat seemed to love Sam, curling up next to him, eager to be petted, purring its contentment. Dean wasn’t sure what to make of it but Sam seemed happy; he just hoped his father would allow them to take it with them, if for nothing else, to keep that happiness on Sam’s face a bit longer.

Once his brother had fallen asleep, Dean, unable to contain his curiosity, attempted to pet the animal. He had never had a pet before, they had been moving around for years and never really had a home themselves, never mind a place for a pet to live in. But what followed the hesitant pats on the cat’s head and body was a whirlwind of feline fury. Sam had immediately woken up, moved the cat away, and attempted to help tend to Dean’s cuts on his hand and arm, making sure to clean them out effectively. Dean never approached the animal again. He dutifully acquired cans of cat food and handed them to his brother when it came time to feed the little monster, but he kept his distance.

Needless to say, as irritated as John Winchester was a few days later when he returned, they made a pit stop at the local shelter on the way out of town, with Sam sniffling and scrubbing the tears away at the two words John had snapped out in response to his son’s pleas, “No animals.” Dean had quietly attempted to assuage his brother’s pain as they traveled to their next destination, distracting him with questions about the newest book he had managed to sneak out of the library two days earlier when Sam had insisted on finding information he could jot down in a notebook on the care of cats. Some nerd crap having to do with rings and wizards. His ploy had worked and Sam had gotten lost in the explanation of the world of hobbits and elves while Dean forced himself to look mildly interested. Sam had been smiling again at the end of the ride; it had been worth it. Dean swallowed, forcing the memory away as he clenched his left hand into a fist, remembering the sites of the bites and scratches from all of those years ago. So yeah, no cats. Not in this lifetime.

“Okay,” Cas repeated. He leaned in ever so slightly and let his hand cover Dean’s right one, gently squeezing. “I already have what I want.”

Dean gulped at the loving intensity he saw staring back at him. It still took some getting used to, the love that the angel had for him. Cas looked as if Dean was his whole world, his universe, and even though the latter knew the truth of those feelings behind those eyes, it was still something that he was trying to adjust to. Dean wasn’t used to being the focal point of someone’s affection, not quite like this, and he struggled daily to come to terms with it, but he was getting better. With Cas’ unending devotion and careful adoration, he was slowly starting to come around to the idea that he was worthy of someone’s love. It wasn’t easy for him but he was making progress. Cas never pushed him, never pressed for more than Dean was willing to give. He was just there, serving as a silent reminder (and sometimes a vocal one) that Dean Winchester deserved to be loved.

Dean’s eyes snapped to Jack who was watching them closely, his eyes still bright in his happiness from a moment ago, and Dean remembered that they weren’t alone, not surprised that they had managed to get lost in the bubble they repeatedly found themselves in when Cas did and said things like this. He swallowed again for good measure and gave a nod, looking away to focus on the other side of the street to gain his bearings once again. Cas went to knowingly remove his hand but not before Dean discreetly brushed the angel’s palm with his thumb. “Yeah, you do,” Dean let out in the quietest of whispers and he didn’t need to look to know that the angel’s eyes were now crinkled at the corners from the smile that Dean imagined was sitting below the mask. He knew Cas had heard him; as Cas had pointed out to them many times before, being a celestial being had perks such as sharp hearing. And right now, that fact came in handy.

Cas moved his hand to Dean’s shoulder, squeezing affectionately before letting go, and sat back in his chair. One of the things Dean appreciated most about the recent development of their relationship: Cas giving him time to process each and every one of these little moments between them.

Dean swallowed for a third time and then cleared his throat. “Alright seriously, where the hell is Sam? Is he cooking the damn burgers himself? Because let me tell you, if he is, I’m heading to the hot dog cart down the street. There’s no way in hell he’s getting me to eat a veggie burger or tofu or any of that crap.” He grimaced at the thought.

Cas chuckled next to him, a sound that made Dean tip his lips up in a small smile. Cas seemed to relax more once he had returned from The Empty. He was...lighter and a little more loosened up in manner. It took Dean some time to work out that the marked change was that the angel was happy . And a happy Cas took some getting used to. Sure, he had seen Cas laugh before, smile wide, and even crack a joke (it had been the absolute worst knock knock joke Dean had ever heard but Sam had laughed, typical), but this was different. Happiness seemed to radiate from his very being and Dean still struggled to accept that some of that was due to him and his changing role in Cas’ life. But the more time he spent with this new Cas, the more he himself relaxed and felt somewhat lighter, too. And before long, he realized that he really enjoyed being around Happy Cas.

“I’ve eaten one of Sam’s burgers before. I think it was turkey.” Dean stared, horrified at Jack’s revelation. “I liked it.”

Dean shook his head, closing his eyes in disbelief. “Kid, you did not just say that.”

“I do. It was good.” Jack shrugged, not bothered in the slightest at Dean’s exasperation.

“I’m going to have a word with Sammy when he gets back,” Dean threatened before turning to Cas with a finger in the air. “No kid of ours is eating turkey burgers, soy, or any of that garbage. Sam wants to go full on health nut, fine. But burgers are where I draw the line. I mean it, Cas.”

Cas inclined his head in Jack’s direction. “But if he enjoys it…”

Dean rolled his green eyes and leaned forward. “Aw, hell. Alright, kid, listen to me and don’t you ever forget it. There are three things you don’t mess with.” Jack leaned in closer, nodding, intent on finding out what those three things were. “Burgers, bacon, and beer,” Dean counted off on his fingers. “The three B’s. You got me?” At Jack’s resolute nod, Dean laid his hand back down on the table. “Now, say it back to me.”

“Burgers, bacon, and beer,” Jack repeated, a little uncertainty coloring his tone. When Dean gave him an approving nod, Jack smiled proudly.

“And don’t you ever forget it,” Dean finished, sitting back in his chair.

“How could beer be messed with?” Jack seriously mulled it over. He now knew what Dean was referring to for the burgers, and he had already witnessed the debate between the Winchester brothers on the merits (from Dean) of regular bacon vs. the health effects (from Sam) on turkey and veggie bacon.

“Anything with ‘light’ in the label, you avoid. At all costs,” Dean warned him.

“Got it. No light beer.” Jack had no idea what this light beer was or why it messed with beer in general but if Dean said to stay away from it, he would.

“Some people do enjoy light beer,” Cas offered. “From what I’ve read on the articles Sam showed me, it--”

Dean turned a dark glare on the angel. “Don’t.”

Cas was saved from replying by Sam’s sudden appearance.

“Hey guys, sorry, they’re a little backed up in there. Alright, here we are.” Sam placed the tray down on the table and proceeded to hand out everyone’s order. When he placed a basket in front of Dean, the latter regarded it suspiciously. He quickly lifted the bun and inspected the contents, and more importantly, the meat.

Sam, who watched him in confusion which rapidly turned into annoyance, had enough. “It’s beef, Dean.”

Dean shifted his eyes to his brother dubiously. Sam had tried to sneak him a turkey burger under the guise of a regular burger at least twice now. He wasn’t taking any chances. Seeing Sam’s confirming nod, he removed his mask and then prepared to take a bite. “No more turkey burgers for the kid.”

Sam’s jaw dropped and he flickered his gaze to Jack who was thoroughly enjoying his burger. “He likes them.”

Dean chewed his food and managed to get out, “No more. You’ve already got him eating that kale crap. That’s enough. He’s a growing boy who needs his protein. Real protein.”

Sam opened his mouth to retort but Dean held up a hand, shook his head, and pointed to the burger before taking another massive bite.

Sam let out a sigh, trading glances with an indifferent but slightly amused Cas. They were used to this by now. Sam had always fought the battle for Dean’s health but Dean made sure he lost, every single time. He had eventually given up but when Jack came long, he was determined that the kid would not grow up on microwave dinners and convenience store food as he and Dean were forced to live on for years. But once again, he and Dean were on opposite sides of the issue. Cas usually backed him in their joint quest for a healthier lifestyle for Jack, but lately, the angel didn’t seem as inclined to insert himself in these inane squabbles between him and his brother. One glance and a tiny smile from Cas towards Dean who was heartily enjoying his meal indicated the reason why.

Sam was on deck to make dinner tonight, later at the bunker. Eileen had gone for a supply run that morning and he already had everything he needed to make a healthy and nutritious dinner. He already anticipated Dean’s complaints (funnily enough Jack never complained, but Dean always did, you would think he was the kid) but he knew without a doubt, Eileen would fully support him in his mission. Sure, there were times, she and Cas exchanged a look of disbelief and silent pleas for help from each other when the debates lasted a little too long and got a little too loud, but all in all, Sam usually won because they all loved Jack and wanted what was best for him. On those nights, like he already knew would occur again tonight, he made Dean something else on the side to counteract the vegetables and Orzo that his older brother refused to eat.

“It’s the three B’s,” Jack informed Sam helpfully. “Burgers, bacon, and beer.”

“What about them?”

“You don’t mess with them.”

The irritated glare Sam sent Dean would have made any demon cringe.

“I do like the turkey burgers you make, though,” Jack shot Sam a reassuring smile.

Sam smiled back gratefully, and then gave Dean a smug nod. Dean rolled his eyes and continued eating. He could give Sammy hell later. Right now, he was too hungry to bother.

“Sam, I’m getting a dog,” Jack announced proudly, his grin so wide it looked like it might start to hurt.

Sam’s hazel eyes widened in surprise and he looked to Dean and Cas. The former kept eating but the latter nodded and Sam thought it over, his brows furrowing.

“Dean says as long as I take care of it, I can get one.”

Sam glanced at his brother in shock, knowing how he felt about pets mixing in with their lifestyle. Dean lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug and took another bite. “The kid promised he would take care of it. I think it’s worth a shot,” he managed to get out around his food.

Sam’s eyes snapped to Cas’ and after a moment, he nodded in approval. “Okay.”

Jack’s smile grew even wider and he returned to his meal, the excitement radiating off of him in waves.

Sam picked up his burger. “So, when were you planning to go look for one?”

“After we eat,” Dean responded, taking a sip of his beer. “We’ll head to the local shelter and take a look around.”

“And I have to give it a good name. Will you help me think of a good name, Sam?” Jack looked to his dad hopefully.

“Of course. Do you know what kind of dog you want?”

Jack thought it over. “I’m not sure.” He glanced up at Dean worriedly.

“That’s what looking is for,” Dean reassured him, immediately setting the kid at ease. “A shelter has all kinds of dogs looking for a good home. Me? I’m more of a big dog guy but you...this will be your dog, kid, your responsibility. You pick what you want.”

“As long as I don’t name it Foofoo or Ruffles,” Jack stated eagerly.

Sam shot Dean a look of disbelief and the latter smiled smugly before taking another sip. “That’s right.”

Shaking his head and looking to Cas, Sam asked, “And what about cats?”

Cas’ subtle shake of his head didn’t go unnoticed by any of them. Sam ignored the pointed look his friend sent him, and flickered his eyes to Dean.

Dean shook his head. “No cats.”

Sam scoffed. “Just like that?”

Dean put his beer bottle down, picking up his burger again. “Just like that.”

Sam went to respond when Cas cut him off. “It’s fine, Sam. Cats don’t appeal to everyone. Not the way a dog does.”

Sam gazed at the angel in disbelief. Cas had wanted a cat for as long as any of them could remember. While they were all settled now in the bunker, one big happy family, and if Jack could have a pet, then why couldn’t Cas? Neither of them got to experience that. It was true, having a dog and cat together might prove to be difficult at first, but he was sure they could make it work. It was a big bunker. While he understood Dean’s aversion to pet hair and offputting smells, and his deep dislike for cats in general, why couldn’t he just make an exception this one time? It was Cas , after all. “Yeah, but cats are less work than dogs.” At Cas’ uncertain look straying towards Dean, Sam relented. “You know there are other pets out there, other than cats, dogs, and snakes, right?”

All three pairs of eyes landed on him, Dean’s narrowed while Cas’ and Jack’s were wide. “Like what?” The latter two asked in unison.

“Like…” Sam attempted to think of something small like a cat, something that he could see Cas with. “Birds,” Dean’s eyes widened and he gave a subtle shake of his head that Sam purposely ignored. “Fish, turtles, lizards,” Dean closed his eyes in annoyance and wiped a hand down his face in tired defeat. Sam decided to put him out of his misery. “Hamsters, guinea pigs. There’s a lot.”

Cas’ eyes lit up in wonder. “Guinea pigs? You said you didn’t have one when I asked. That you were the guinea pig.”

Sam stared at Cas, trying to determine if the angel was serious, but Cas’ head tilt reminded him that yes, he was indeed serious. This was Cas . “Because I didn’t and I was. But forget that, it doesn’t mean you couldn’t have one if you wanted, Cas.”

Cas’ happy smile dimmed slightly when he turned to look at Dean. Dean was staring right at him, his expression pained. Cas gave Sam a short nod. “That’s okay. I appreciate it, Sam, but I don’t need a pet.”

Sam shot Dean a dark look but the man surprisingly wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead, his brother was laser focused on Cas folding his hands and staring down at his uneaten burger. At the softening of his eyes, Sam knew what Dean was going to say before the words even came out.

“A guinea pig might not be so bad.”

Cas’ eyes grew wide once more and he glanced over at Dean in shock. “It’s not?”

Dean continued to study him for a moment. He then licked his lips and picked up his phone. “It’s not,” he confirmed. “Depending on the dog Jack here picks out, it might be too crammed for the backseat of Baby right now. But you and I can drop them off and run to the pet store in town, take a look around, and see if it’s what you really want.” He offered the phone to Cas. “Google it and find out what kind of food it eats.”

Cas took the phone gratefully, a bright smile appearing on his face. “Are you sure?”

Dean clapped him on the shoulder, a hint of a warm smile starting to form, and nodded. The smile grew at Cas’ gleeful expression as he unlocked Dean’s phone and began frantically searching for any information he could find on the small animals. Dean slowly removed his hand after a moment and glanced back up at the other side of the table, seeing knowing grins reflected back at him.

He rolled his eyes and went back to his burger. “I don’t want it staying in my room, though. I’m not waking up to that thing staring back at me.”

Cas nodded. “I’ll keep it in my room at night,” he agreed as he scrolled. “It says here they make a lot of noise and I wouldn’t want anything interrupting your four hours.”

Dean mouthed ‘great’ and mimed holding a gun up to his head and pulling the trigger where Cas couldn’t see it. Jack pretended he hadn’t seen, either, but Sam’s smug smirk never went away. Not really.

After they continued to eat in silence for the next few minutes, Sam glanced around at all of the passersby and fellow patrons sitting at tables on the sidewalk. “It’s almost like Chuck never really went away.” He shook his head and balled up his napkin.

“Why would you say that?” Dean wondered.

Sam waved his hand around. “All of this. I mean, as soon as we take care of him, a pandemic hits. Kind of weird timing, don’t you think?” At Dean’s worried look in Cas’ direction, Sam immediately began backtracking. “I’m not saying he’s back. I’m just saying it’s weird, that’s all.”

“How about you don’t say it at all?” Dean ground out. “We got rid of that cosmic dick and he’s gone. For good.” He leveled a glare on Sam that clearly indicated the topic of Chuck was closed forevermore.

“A pandemic is strange,” Cas agreed, never looking up from the phone. “But I highly doubt it’s related, Sam. A pandemic isn’t an exciting story, not to Chuck. No, this happened because of humans. And unfortunately, all of the other humans have had to deal with it.”

Dean appeared slightly relieved and reassured, but then his face darkened again. “Yeah…”

Sam was going to explain that he hadn’t meant Chuck was literally back, but decided to let the matter drop entirely. He began to discuss possible dog names with Jack, and pretended not to notice when Dean leaned over to look at the picture Cas wanted to show him, their heads nearly touching, and the laugh that tore out of Dean as he grabbed the phone back to show Cas something else. He was happy for his brother, knowing that Dean never believed he too could have something resembling a good ending. Dean and Cas were still figuring things out but he had seen the former as relaxed as he had ever seen him. Dean was grateful that their family was back together, long drives in Baby, family hunting trips, Sunday fishing forays for Dean and Jack, Tuesday movie nights, and all. And Sam was just as thankful, especially when Eileen had been added to their ranks. This ending was so much better than Butch and Sundance. They might not have gone out in a blaze of glory but Eileen’s bright smile, a warm laugh from Cas as Dean continued telling a funny story with pure adoration filling the latter’s eyes, Jack’s youthful excitement shining from his face as he talked about his plans for his dog, the world being safe from Chuck...this was so much better than their original desired ending that it wasn’t even close.

“What about...Hank?”

Jack pulled Sam out of his reverie with the odd name choice. “Hank?”

The kid smiled and nodded.

Sam returned the smile and sat back in his chair. “How about we wait to see which dog you get? You know, if it’s a boy or a girl?”

Jack brightened. “Okay. I will.”

A sneeze sounded from across the table and everyone looked up in time to see Dean let another one loose. He shook his head and sniffled. “Sorry.”

“Bless you,” Sam offered.

Dean waved it off but Sam watched as Cas grabbed a napkin and handed it to his brother. Before Dean could thank him, Cas pulled him close and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Dean grimaced and waved him off, groaning, intent on not being coddled. “I’m not a baby, Cas.”

“No, you’re not,” Cas confirmed. “You’re a full grown adult that appears to be getting sick.”

“It’s a sneeze.”

Cas narrowed his eyes and held up the napkin that Dean had thrown carelessly on the table. “I counted two.”

Dean stared at the angel for a moment and Sam smiled when he saw his brother give in. He snatched the napkin from Cas’ fingers and blew his nose. He bunched up the napkin and threw it into his empty basket. “There. You happy?” Dean hurried out, sounding a little more nasal.

Cas’ smile was blinding. “Very.” Dean didn’t resist Cas pulling him back in to place another kiss to his temple. He grimaced again but didn’t move away, allowing Cas to do as he wished.

Sam attempted to smother a grin but failed miserably. When Dean sneezed once more, Cas lifted a finger asking if he could take his temperature which the hunter immediately batted away, telling him he was fine and that was never going to happen. Dean then rolled his eyes and took the proffered second napkin from Cas, blowing his nose as he did previously. Jack had managed to pull up pictures of dogs on his phone and was letting them all know which ones he thought would be a good match for him. Cas wondered if the dog would try to eat his guinea pig, if he should be concerned, which earned a horrified look from Jack and another loud groan from Dean. As Sam got up to throw out their garbage, he heard Cas’ promise to make Dean some chicken soup when they got home and assurance that they could go to the pet store when he was feeling better, Dean’s insistence that he wasn’t sick, and Jack’s promise that he wouldn’t let his dog eat Cas’ guinea pig. The younger Winchester smiled. A better ending indeed.

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