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fic recs 2.0!

hello kings (gn) ive got significantly more fic than last time which means this is gonna be a little more organized than the last post bc it is much longer <3 categories in order are non casefic canonverse, casefic/roadtrip fic, finale fixits, endverse, non supernatural aus, and then non destiel ones. titles will be in bold for my favs! also within each category they’re in order from shortest to longest

Canonverse

I’m a tulip in a cup by godtiering (1.2k)

I worry that I never really came back from hell. I wonder why, if I got remade by heaven, I’m still the same screwed up kid that I always was.

Sometimes I worry I’m not into women at all.

"Guess not,” he looks at his shoes.

a REALLY good fic that’s basically just a look inside dean’s head during my bloody valentine do not read this looking for a fun time but please do read it

on vessels by flightsofangels (1.9k)

“You know,” Cas mutters into Dean’s bare skin. “When I was still… an angel, I used to dream that I would take you as my vessel.”

hello consumehimnatural fans!!!!! read newt’s fic right now its incredible

dean winchester is not a nicholas sparks protagonist by microcomets (1.9k)

Dean fell in love with Cas the way you fall asleep--slowly, and then all at once. Or some other hackneyed and trite bullshit. God, this is embarrassing.

dean is in LOVE. he’s also a disaster who keeps staring at cas’ hands. sigh

Stay by aeli_kindara (2.5k)

Coda to 13.06 (Tombstone). In which Castiel reckons with the aftermath of Dean's grief.

hello fellow widow arc fans <3 click here to see cas find out abt the events of advanced thanatology !

walking on a string by swordfishtrombones (2.7k)

Between the doomed offensive at the Firmament and the impending retreat from the ravaged northeast border, Castiel left camp long enough to answer one of Dean Winchester's prayers.

S6 DEAN IS A WAR WIFE. been really into early seasons deancas lately and this one is very good. god

the flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k)

Ezekiel 39:17 "you shall eat the flesh of the mighty and drink the blood of the princes of the earth."

MY GOD. anyone who saw the @autisticandroids purgatory cannibalism talk and was interested read this right now. also anyone who enjoyed nbc hannibal OR raw (2016). if romantic cannibalism is remotely aligned with your interests read this right now. god

Sam Winchester, Ally At Law by alittleduck (3.3k)

Sam was pretty sure he could read every single gay friendly guide to coming out or supporting queer family members ever written and literally none of them would even imply that arguing with gay people that they were actually just homophobic constituted as "ally behavior". However, Sam was equally sure that none of those book authors had found themselves accidentally watching their brother get pounded by an Angel of the Lord at 9 am on Tuesday, so Sam was pretty sure he might actually still have the higher ground. Now, if only Jack would stop trying to bond with Dean using gay slurs long enough for Sam to convince everyone of that, he might just be able to cobble together some remnant of sanity or, failing that, dignity.

Or, the one where Sam desperately wants to invent PFLAG but Dean won't stop teaching Jack gay slurs

JACK VOICE HEY COCKSUCKERS.

hummed low by microcomets (3.3k)

Dean pulls the Impala over at a cider barn about thirty miles out; doesn't really think about it, just sees the hokey orange lettering off the roadside and lets his hands guide the Impala off the interstate with gravel spitting under the wheels.

they get a nice day out together and dean has a gay crisis and it’s written beautifully mwah

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi (3.9k)

In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.

sometimes i think about this fic and it hits that at this point dean and cas would have been married for more than a year. cas my beloved...

an exploration of gender; angelic by sometimeswelose (4k)

Castiel's true form is made of electromagnetic radiation. He has spent the majority of his life, if you really want to add it all up and average the whole thing out, as a wavelength of celestial intent.

The thing about being made of light: it's light in the physics sense of the word. Castiel's waves are gamma, x-ray, micro, and radio. He's visible light too, of course, a visible light so intense that it is blinding to most humans.

hello trans cas community <3 he’s literally trans he was assigned genderless and then went hm actually i will be a man! love of my life

Some Boys are Sleeping Alone by prosopopeya (4.2k)

This isn't something that's okay, not for him, but it chases him through the years until it turns into something he can't -- doesn't want to deny.

ohhh deans tenuous relationship with his sexuality my beloved...

love. worship. consummation. consumption. by redeyedwrath (4.3k)

ConsumehimNatural (copyright marcusantonius) the Series!

These are all snapshots centered around the idea of you know. Hunger in Supernatural. Both carnal hunger and other kinds. Fics are shown in semi-chronological order but this series is generally nebulously early seasons.

for ANYONE who is a consumehimnaturual this is required reading it is INCREDIBLE and gorgeous and very visceral and i am so very obsessed with it. thank you redeyedwrath for enabling my brainrot

the reach of human sense by perilously (4.5k)

“You know what Jimmy Novak looked like. You think he was beautiful—gorgeous, hot, all of it. It’s him. Not me. This isn’t my face.”

“But,” Dean says. He doesn’t know where he’s going with it. Just that Cas’ face is right there, brows drawn together and cheekbones gleaming in the lamplight. It’s a face that’s made his heart skip probably a couple hundred beats collectively since they met.

And it used to belong to someone else.

this one is just very nice <3 cas gets uncomfortable w dean calling him attractive since dean has never seen his trueform and they work it out

Down in the River by Ias (4.7k)

Alone in Purgatory and hunted by Leviathans, Castiel finds himself praying to the one person who can't hear him.

cas i love you <3 cas alone in purgatory praying to dean bc dean is the only thing he still worships i love you so much

Creature of Habit by trinityofone (5.1k)

The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well.

written in s5 when cas was depowered and completely nails the later seasons bitchy husbands dynamic it’s very good and fun <3

sink by crackers4jenn (5.4k)

"Where to?" A 9.06 coda.

very bittersweet very well written and also canon compliant so do not go into this one looking for a happy ending but i DO recommend it it’s very good

Sensational by castiowl (6.1k)

“When I first came to earth, it was advised that we temper the senses bound to our vessels. They were a distraction, we were told. An antiquated form of experiencing existence that would hinder our ability to complete our missions, whatever that may be. My true form can better facilitate these experiences. What you would recognize as heightened senses of sight and sound, among other things.”

Or, how Dean helps Cas experience all five human senses for the first time in one night.

early seasons deancas man. i love the sound part i love dean being so worried about doing a good job with this. god. read this please

Something to Protect by Sass_Master (6.2k)

Dean’s violent reaction to being unexpectedly woken has become something of a running joke among them, but Castiel can’t help but look past it to the underlying cause. It makes him ache to think that Dean feels so unsafe, so persecuted, before he’s even fully conscious.

Secretly, Castiel has been determined to work on that, to ease Dean into awareness in a less jarring way, smooth away one of the many stresses that follow him even in sleep. Now’s as good a time as any to try.

oh to sleep more soundly in the presence of someone you love...this fic is very nice i enjoyed it a lot

all this and heaven too by ftmsteverogers (7k)

“Hey,” Dean said. “I’m not ashamed of you, okay?”

Cas raised skeptical eyes to meet his.

“I mean it,” Dean insisted.

“I understand you mean it,” Cas said. “But I don’t think it’s any better if you’re only ashamed of yourself.”

hello trans dean community here is 7k of trans dean having to deal with his internalized homophobia now that he’s sleeping with cas <3 it is SO good

The wilderness. by orange_crushed (8k)

He takes a shower and the pressure is not especially good, but it doesn’t matter. It’s warm and he stands under the spray a long time. Human skin, he knows, constantly renews itself, shedding the dead cells of the epidermis. He wonders how long it will take until he is an entirely new person, until every cell on his surface is a new one. He looks at his hands under the water. It might take less than a month.

this might be the only post 9x03 fic on here with a happy ending actually? plenty of good melancholy leading up to it though <3 canon divergent after 9x03 though which means no 9x06 fanfiction gap but it is absolutely worth reading

till the juice runs by deathbanjo (8.4k)

Apparently whoever drew up the venn diagram of Dean’s sex life decided the circle labelled ‘good sex’ and the one labelled ‘sex with men’ should be kept far apart.

hello this one is SO funny dean finally gets comfortable enough with his bisexuality to start having sex with men and it goes so very bad every time so sorry about your shitty choices beloved </3

First Date by aeli_kindara (8.9k)

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

this one is very sweet i liked it a lot <3 good refreshing little fic where they just get to have a nice evening together

Entertaining Strangers by cadignan (9k)

Dean settles on to his side, lying in the bed facing Castiel. “So you had sex without me and you bit all my moves. I think I deserve to hear about it, at least. What was her name?”

op im in love with you. premise is established relationship deancas and cas mentions he did have sex before dean and not only that it was a threesome. good for him <3 this fic is cas describing the story of what led up to the threesome and what happened during it while dean interrupts regularly. incredible

the shape you take by noviembre (10k)

“What?” Dean says, fake-offended. “I’d be hot as a girl, you know I would.”

And this is when he really, really should have stopped talking. When he shouldn't have whipped back around and asked, “Cas, if I was a woman, you’d fuck me, right?”

Because if he hadn’t said that, then he wouldn’t have had to deal with this:

Cas, meeting his eyes, forehead wrinkles all smoothed out like there’s nothing to be confused about anymore. Cas with something at the corner of his mouth that might barely be called a smile.

Cas saying, calmly and without hesitation, “Yes, Dean.”

Dean Winchester fucks around and, with the inadvertent help of some witches, Finds Out.

dean winchester your gender is diabolical. this fic is insane and its the only thing that matters actually. dean fully convinced its normal and straight to think about being a woman so you can fuck your male friend. incredible. op im proposing to you

Sinnerman by a_good_soldier (10k)

Dean listens to Nina Simone, reads Anne Carson, and makes out with a dude (sort of).

yall want to read about dean realizing he’s in love with a man as a direct result of learning to better respect women right?

you’re fooling yourself by cowboydeanwinchester (13k)

Dean Winchester and Castiel retire from hunting to raise baby Jack. Dean struggles to allow himself the things he truly wants.

Jack is two, Castiel and Dean are idiots, and Sam's gotta solve everyone's problems.

love a married couple who doesn’t know they’re married <3 everyone say thank you sam for bullying dean

The Girlfriend Experience by rageprufrock (15k)

While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

a classic for good fucking reason. we’ve all talked about dean thinking holding hands is too gay after having just had gay sex but my personal favorite was sam accusing dean of cheating on cas because dean bought condoms. incredible

No Kingdom To Come by domesticadventures (16k)

“We should fuck,” Dean says.

Cas looks up from where he sits on his bed, hair still damp from the shower, frowning as he places a finger on the page of his book to mark where he left off.

There are a million things Cas could say here; Dean has rehearsed them. After lunch, his restlessness had given way to a vague panic, a dread that matched his every step and crept along with him from room to room. Eventually, he had returned to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth, playing out all the possible scenarios. When Cas asks him Why? or Are you being serious? or when he sighs and says, in that way he has, Dean, he knows exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to shrug casually, like he isn’t invested in the answer, like he isn’t desperate for an outlet, and say, Why not? He’s going to raise an eyebrow and say, What, are you not interested? He’s going to crowd into Cas’ personal space, he’s going to shove himself right up in there and whisper Cas against his ear.

Instead, Cas says, carefully, “Okay.”

literally the only quarantine fic i’ve ever bothered to read in any fandom and completely worth it it’s SO good. they become fwb and dean has an existential crisis and he keeps bringing up meaninglessness and death during sex

Bodies by Speary (18k)

It was a secret they never acknowledged even with each other. It would change everything, end everything if either of them ever dropped the act. So they became very good at acting, at keeping up the lie that gave them what they wanted. Even if that lie involved constantly seeking out temporary, consenting female vessels, Cas would do it. He told himself it was worth it for Dean. He just hoped that he could stop wanting more, or maybe one day Dean might stop pretending that he wasn't really sleeping with Cas every time.

i don’t even have anything to add tbh if that summary did not immediately make you click we are very different this fic is incredible. god. fellas do you ever make yourself a woman so you can fuck the man you love without him having to talk about it or confront his sexuality

it’s such a mystery (the way you know me) by fleeceframe (20k)

So the man crouching in front of Castiel is named Dean. He wonders if that’s supposed to mean something to him.

“Cas must’ve got hit with something earlier. He just dropped like a sack of fucking potatoes a minute ago. By the time I was checking on him, he had already woken up again, but now he doesn’t fucking know who we are.”

“I’m right here you know,” Castiel says testily.

Sam’s eyes are wide even as his eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks between Dean and Castiel again.

“What do you remember, Cas?”

“Firstly, that I’m not Cas. I don’t know who Cas is, but it’s not me. I don’t know who either of you are, either."

or the one where castiel is hit with a memory curse that makes him forget the winchester brothers and is stunned to find out he has a family... also why can't he stop thinking about dean?

BEST amnesia fic oh my god. cas my beloved you deserve the world. everyone read this that is not a request.

More Than Ever by Sass_Master (20k)

Dean’s getting some pancakes together for breakfast when Cas saunters in after a run.

He’s trying to focus on whisking batter, unfairly distracted by Cas a few feet away, breathing heavily and shining with perspiration. Dean’s been painfully aware for a long time that Cas is pretty easy on the eyes, but he’s used to seeing Cas buttoned-up and unflappable, looking straight-laced in a stiff oxford and an unflattering trenchcoat.

Now Cas is sweating, Dean’s borrowed t-shirt clinging to his skin, flushed from exertion and Dean really can’t deal with that in his kitchen right now.

this entire series is really good i enjoyed it a lot, i’m just putting this one specifically on the list bc the rest of the series is very explicit and this is really good as a standalone for anyone who wouldn’t be into the rest of the series!!

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous (20k)

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."

Who the fuck was this bitchy "warrior of God" doing talking to him like that? Fuck Cas-tee-el and his dumbass trench coat and abrasive motherfucking attitude.

Dean was done with this shit.

***

Wherein a monster of the week steals the essence of Castiel's vessel, so he must use Dean, recently raised from hell, as a vessel instead.

it is at this point i realize that there are more fics than i expected there to be on this list that involves a threesome with only two people/using the presence of a female body to act like what’s happening is heterosexual. deangirlism is a disease

I Shall Not Want by domesticadventures (20k)

His grace is burning out, and the wasteland it leaves inside him becomes an echo chamber for all the memories, all the fear and doubt and self-loathing he's collected over the years. Things said and done hound him on endless repeat until he's convinced they’ll break through his skin and fill the silence of the bunker.

His head is killing him, and he sits hunched over an open book, not really reading, just digging his fingers into his skull and praying nothing slips through the cracks.

this one is GORGEOUS i love it so so much. dean and cas are both struggling so much to get by and they’re trying to support each other but fucking it up and they have to grow together and learn to cope with the fact that this is where their lives are and they fall in love i need everyone to read this

To Boldly Go by 8daysuntiltheapocalypseiguess (24k)

Title: Just One of Those Things Author: Impala67 Series: TOS Rating: M Summary: Four years into their five-year mission, and all the planets start to look the same.

In which Dean is not Gene Roddenberry, but he does write Star Trek fanfiction.

mx winchester writing star trek fanfiction to process his own trauma <3 this is a wip but it’s SO good and i also have not consumed a single piece of star trek media so it IS definitely readable to anyone who isn’t a star trek fan. please read this

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo (30k)

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

this is on here just for the 1.5 people who were putting off this one like i did for no reason. it’s extremely good and it is just gentle. i enjoyed it a lot

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

yall ever wonder what it would’ve been like if the sam and dean arrest storyline in s12 was interesting? yeah <3

Teaching Poetry to Fish by aeli_kindara (52k)

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean.

(A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

cas learning about humanity through poetry before dean and thats what led to him developing enough emotion to be lobotomized....cas i love you so much

Emergence by ellispark (58k)

Something’s been missing from Dean’s life for the past three years, a void left after a hunt gone terribly wrong. He often feels a sense of longing with no discernible cause, a need to talk to someone who isn’t there.

A call from an acquaintance leads Dean to James Novak, a man who disappeared more than a decade ago, and suddenly Dean gets the feeling he’s found what he’s been missing. But James isn’t really James — he’s the angel Castiel, who’s wanted by angels, demons and hunters alike. And he may be at the center of the storm that wrecked Dean’s life all those years ago.

another cool amnesia fic!! for unknown reasons everyone forgot cas three years ago but cas didn’t forget anything. cas deserves so much love and support. god

a turn of the earth by microcomets (95k)

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

cas getting to meet and fall in love with pre hell dean just as much as he loves the dean he already knows oh my GOD. i love this fic so much. turn of the earth my beloved

Crossing Lines by sometimeswelose (122k)

Two Deans, one Cas - it's not as sexy as it sounds

An ethics lesson from Hell

The one where Dean from the past meets Dean in the present. They're not sure they like each other very much.

deans intense self hatred vs cas’ unwavering love for every version of dean oh my GOD also this is a wip fair warning but it’s so worth waiting for updates i’m having such a great time with this one i cannot wait to see how it gets ended

Plot Holes by saltyfeathers (160k)

Of course it wasn’t over after the apocalypse.

There was season six. Then there was season seven. Against all expectations, there was season eight. There were the alphas and purgatory, and then the Leviathans, and then the angels fell. Enter season nine. Loose threads Metatron, Abaddon, and Crowley have to be tied up. Sam, Dean, and Cas have to try to tie them while at the same time dealing with their evolving relationships and newfound graceless states.

Amidst all the chaos, someone has started publishing the Supernatural novels again. Convinced there’s something amiss in the pages, Charlie starts her own quest to suss out the truth behind the Winchester Gospels.

With the help of various faces, old and new, they must now not only deal with the typical runs of demons and recently fallen angels, but also reconcile the battles raging inside themselves, as the fate of the world, once again, quite literally lays in the palm of their hands.

saltyfeathers said i WILL make the plot holes in this show mean something because the showrunners are sure as shit never gonna adress them ! and i thank them for it bc this was a really cool read

Casefic/Roadtrip Fic

Deprived Of Every Planet by KelpietheThundergod (9k)

Dean's breathing is audible in the scant space between them, irregular. The motel room is dark, pale blue shadows falling in through the gaps in the blinds. Throwing a pattern of uneven white stripes over the bunched up covers. Over Dean's fingers twisted in the sheets. One half of him in shadow, softened by the dark. The heat of his skin. The tremble of him under Castiel's touch.

He caresses a hand over Dean's chest, slowly. Dean's mouth falls open, his body arching into Castiel's touch. Castiel stops over Dean's heart. Through the fever of his desire, he rejoices about the wonder of experiencing another's heartbeat through one's own senses.

Dean gasps, but then he turns his face away and towards the dark. Eyes closed tight and brows furrowed like something is hurting him.

Castiel stills.

“Dean?”

the case is background on this one but it Does take place over the course of a case so im putting it here. god touchstarved dean trying so hard to work through his shit for cas head in my hands i love this fic so much

before and after breakfast by spocklee (10k)

The monster of the week is a ghost who hates meat, alcohol, and feeling yourself. Guess who it is during the commercials.

chapter 2 of this one.....god. dean and cas you are both so unwell <3 i love everything abt this fic everyone read it now

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon (15k)

Dean’s always known things were headed this way. He just figured getting dragged under would be cleaner and easier than jumping in feet-first.

fics that make you go Oh they love each other...also there’s lesbians in it literally what else could you want.

thunder road by dothraki_shieldmaiden (20k)

After Chuck is defeated and the Winchesters settle into life without God, Dean Winchester is bored.

OR: Dean and Cas take a road trip and figure out some stuff along the way.

this fic is just like. it’s kind! this fic is kind it’s just a pleasant experience and i enjoyed it thoroughly. they’re in love and it’s good

Suck It, Judy Garland by GlitterDwarf, midrashic (20k)

It had to be St. Louis. Or, the one where Sam and Cas get fake married for a case, and Dean loses his mind.

actually im gonna defend dean here imagine youre dean and cas gives what definitely sounded like a deathbed love confession while making eye contact with you and then immediately afterwards fake dates your brother. who among us would not have been a bitch about this

best friends without benefits by lizbobjones (20k)

It’s nearing three a.m. and they’ve been on the road a long time. Sam’s been asleep in the back seat since eleven. Giving up and handing the wheel over to Cas and letting the guy who doesn’t sleep drive had seemed like a good idea.

the premise of this fic is so funny. cas voice dean you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid. everyone read this

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo (22k)

This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.

alt version of getting rid of the mark of cain, the darkness never happens. this one is VERY heavy but it’s so good and it has a hopeful ending. ive read this one twice and loved it both times

Someone Who’s Feeling For Me by ellispark (45k)

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

hello op please contact me. please contact me and let me see the inside of your brain. this fic was an unparalleled experience and everyone should also go through it. i love it so very much

Bumper Cars by mansikka (111k)

Two teenagers are missing from an abandoned carnival, and there’s enough to raise suspicion that their disappearance involves a ghost. Dean, Sam, and Cas arrive in town to investigate, though what they find leads them away from those teenagers, and on the trail of a ghost story that churns up things from their past.

Can newly-human Cas, and Dean, with the help of shipper!Sam, work out the mystery behind the abandoned carnival and its ghost, and along the way, figure out the riddle that is them?

one of my absolute fav case fics it forces dean to confront some aspects of johns parenting and work through some shit and also him and cas fall in love and it’s really well done. love this one a lot <3

Finale Fix-its/Finale Denial

Sorry Jimmy by K_K_TiBal (2.1k)

Based on the tumblr textpost:

jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

this one is just extremely funny. local midwestern heterosexual man is forced to play relationship counselor to the dumbest gay people in existence because one of them wore his face

Dean Winchester Really Needs To Make Some Gay Friends by AreYouReady (2.2k)

“Like, I’m trying to think if I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. If I ever had a gay thing before you came along and just didn’t notice,” Dean said.

Cas suddenly looked down, and away from Dean. If Dean didn’t know better, he would swear Cas looked guilty.

“What is it, Cas?”

“You have had several… gay things before.” Cas still wouldn’t look at him.

“What? When? How come you know this better than I do?”

There was no way the answer to this question wasn’t funny as hell.

dean learning about gay ppl via the memories of dean smith...incredible.

tiny difference (between ending and starting to begin) by sunforgrace (2.4k)

Sometimes Dean catches Cas staring at the sky.

It doesn’t happen often. Not when Dean’s around to tell, anyway. But often enough that he starts to notice.

Eventually Dean starts to recognize the pattern.

Cas just doesn’t watch the sky. He watches the birds.

Chuck is gone, Cas is human, and the world is safe. In the quiet aftermath Dean and Castiel find each other again.

i really don’t have much to say abt this one it is just very good and they love each other so much

Bring Home by cenotaphy (3.8k)

Dean's phone doesn't ring on the drive back to the Bunker, but that's okay. Because—well, maybe Cas lost his cell, what with getting shuffled back and forth between a cosmic void dimension and all. And anyway, Dean doesn't want this conversation to happen over the phone, he wants to—he wants to talk to Cas face-to-face. They should talk face-to-face.

Dean will tell him—

Dean doesn't know what he'll tell Cas. Dean is, in fact, terrified by how utterly and completely he does not know what he'll say to Cas.

cas being forced to face the consequences of sending the risky text that was despair <3

dean’s coworkers vs the heteronormative agenda by cowboydeanwinchester (4.1k)

Dean started working at a local auto repair shop in Lebanon, Kansas about a year ago. His coworkers don't know much about him. Except that he has a wife. Or maybe he doesn't. But he has a kid. Who is either a toddler or a high schooler. Who is either named Jack or Sammy. He also might have a best friend named Cas, but that also might be his wife.

Truth is nobody knows what to make of Dean.

obsessed w people not knowing a single fucking thing about dean because he talks so much and never explains anything. this fic is SO funny

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.8k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

the empty playing mind games on an awake cas bc it can’t put him to sleep is a thing i like a lot and this is very very good

Speak Silence No More by rea_sunshine (8.1k)

When Dean imagined this moment, it went like this:

Dean bursts into the Empty—guns blazing, chin high, righteous anger coursing through him. No matter what form his plans and fantasies and whiskey-drunk-whispered-promises took, he is always, always successful. When he imagined it, he was finally the hero Cas deserved.

The reality of the moment is this:

It’s fucking cold.

dean and cas STILL managing to not communicate with each other properly after the confession is so funny to me and this fic does it really well. also i like that a human being in the empty, where humans do NOT belong, had some like. consequences

my heart is a compass by lagaudiere (10k)

“There you are,” the Empty says, in Dean’s voice. It’s cold, like Dean’s eyes are cold, his expression set in contempt. It’s the expression Cas feared, he realizes, all the times he thought about saying it. Revulsion. It makes him feel sick in the way that goes beyond physical, here where there is nothing physical left.

The moment before it happened had been so sweet it covered up all the hurt. For years, Cas had been holding back those words, biting down on his tongue to keep from saying them. And now he had said it, and he knew that it was good, knew that it was worth it. But on the other side there is only this.

In the Empty, Cas dreams of his regrets, until someone comes looking for him.

one of thee best dean rescues cas from the empty fics out there i love the way his memories are written i love how many of them were ones that this fic came up with to give me new things to have brainworms over instead of just making me more fixated on He Watched Him Rake Leaves than i already am

killing time by orestespdf (11k)

It's been four years since Dean saved Cas from the Empty and confessed his feelings in return, and in their Vermont lakehouse, the retired couple is now learning how to heal. One morning, Dean gives Cas a haircut.

(A character study of Castiel.)

perfect fic perfect fic no notes no complaints they love each other so much and now dean is giving cas a haircut and they’re spending the day together. god.

and every time we kiss, i swear i can fly by knameless (14k)

Every time, Dean tells himself it’s the last.

aka, twelve times dean and cas kiss.

a just boy best friends kiss for every season <3 mwah

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

mediawhore i am in LOVE with you oh my god this fic. this fic. dean taking care of cas after rescuing him dean wrapping cas in a blanket oh my GOD

swimming with the fish pond fish by februyuri (17k)

Some time between Dean bleeding out on a makeshift hook in a barn in Ohio and Sam making marshmallows on his funeral pyre, Dean was brought back to life. By Castiel. Again. Dean agreed to it if only to give Jack time to work out the glitches up top. So, now Dean’s back in the land of the living and things are ... actually good, for once.

Or, as good as they can be when demons are attacking Earth, Dean’s failing to get over why he died in the first place, and Cas is suddenly, inexplicably taking every opportunity to casually tell Dean that he loves him.

this is a wip! but it is so good and so worth the read i love it a lot and am very excited for the last chapter. it IS pretty heavy though dean has a LOT to work through

looking like a true survivor (feeling like a little kid) by courfeyrac (20k)

"Jack’s a clever kid—has been ever since he was born, maybe even before that—but Dean’s pretty sure he hasn’t figured out where they’re going yet. And Dean’s… Dean’s excited about it. He remembers planning surprises for Sammy when they were little—saving up quarters and sneaking off to the arcade the year he turned seven, or slipping a book Dean had seen Sammy admiring into his jacket before sprinting out of the store the year he turned twelve. There was only so much Dean could give him back then, hindered by lack of finances and transportation and a father who paid attention. Now, though, Dean’s got a wallet full of cash, a tank full of gas, and the freedom to give his kid the kind of birthday he deserves."

Or, it's Jack's fourth birthday, and the kid wants to go to Build-A-Bear.

EVERYONE READ THIS RIGHT NOW. that is not a request this fic undid me. oh my god. oh my god. they’re a family and they’re going to build a bear and they love each other. oh my god. also no it isn’t a baby jack fic he is 4 and he is also alcal

what’s missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles (27k)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

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"But have you ever just met someone and maybe it wasn't from the first moment, maybe it was after all these other moments that meant more than you ever expected them to, and it seems like your soul just—just—" Kaia makes a helpless gesture with her hands, pushing out, and she breathes out loudly. "Like it can finally exhale. And that person isn't guaranteed to make you happy, but they're—they're important. You just know it, you can't even escape it, you can't let them go. Ever met someone like that, Dean?"

"I—" Dean halts, his mouth hanging open. He's looking at Kaia, who's looking at him, and his heart is fluttering in his throat like a caged bird aching to soar again. His mind threatens to spiral out of control, but he focuses, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Um. I—yeah, I have."

deancas AND dreamhunter we love to see it also dean DOES smoke weed with kaia and apologizes for pulling a gun on her what more could you want in a fic

Command Me To Be Well by prospopeya (28k)

Dean did a lot of thinking about when and how he would get Cas back. Months of it, actually, stretching into a year, because while Sam and Eileen were settling into their new lives, Dean was stuck. He was stuck in a faraway corner of the bunker, dark and empty and hollow, ringing with the sound of a vibrating phone.

So when he falls to his knees in that same room, exhausted, hurting, breathless, and he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Cas, he realizes that he doesn't have a single clue about what to do now. Getting Cas out had been easy--actually, it'd been the opposite of that--but the planning of it, the methodical desperation of one attempt after the other had been a familiar rhythm. It'd been soothing almost, solid, something to focus on that wasn't Cas's eyes, watery and jubilant in a way Dean hadn't ever seen that up close on anyone, let alone Cas.

And now Cas is pulling him to his feet, and Dean's stumbling, and he instinctually grabs Cas's arm, and his hand lights up with a fire that he isn't prepared for.

"Hello, Dean."

oh post despair lack of communication....oh dean refusing to work through his feelings...this fic is incredible i love it everyone who enjoys dean doing everything in his power to avoid talking about feelings up to and including having sex with the guy who’s in love with him multiple times should read this

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.

SOBSICLES TATTOO FIC MY BELOVED. dean grieving and getting tattoos and it turns into tattoo therapy. im SO in love with mitzi it’s insane. requires some suspension of disbelief for how long a tattoo takes but it’s an incredible fic and an unparalleled experience. sobsicles does not miss

ascend by quiettewandering (53k)

Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?

SUPER cool concept i liked this a lot i’m pretty sure everyone’s read it already but just in case someone hasn’t you absolutely should

oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by sobsicles (62k)

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.

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"You don't understand," Dean whispers, exhaling shakily. "I know you don't, because even I don't. The instant you were gone, I wanted you back. Cas, I wanted you back. I wanted—I wanted—"

Cas stares at him, searching his face. After a moment, his own face falls slack, eyes widening just so. "Oh," he breathes out.

Dean wants to be furious that Cas has figured it out before he has—whatever it is—but he's not even that surprised. Cas knows him too well, always has, even more than Dean knows himself. He's been kicking Dean in the goddamn teeth with how deeply he understands him, even about the things Dean doesn't, ever since they first met. You don't think you deserve to be saved, that's what Cas had said. All bundled up in impossibilities and power, this being that looked at Dean Winchester and knew every single inch of him, as if he had a right to each part.

"What?" Dean grits out.

"I love you, too."

the ONLY heaven fic. i do not read heaven fics bc i refuse to budge in my finale denialism i refuse to read fic where it is accepted that dean dies. i was hesitant to read this but god im glad i did it was so good. literally the best possible outcome of dean dying

Endverse

final fantasy. by orange_crushed (1.9k)

“If I’d actually been born human, would I have gotten sick like everyone else? Would I be running around gnawing on the neighbors?” Castiel tilts his head up and even from here Dean can see the black ring of his pupils, wide and dark as dead stars. He’s high as fuck and he’s been loading the guns for forty-five minutes. He stares into the space where Dean is. He smiles and shows his teeth. “Maybe you’d have already put a bullet in my head.”

"This is why you don’t lead storytime anymore," Dean says. "This kind of shit."

endverse last night on earth fics are something that can be so personal actually. god

The Last Song by Moorishflower (3.5k)

The very last song is the Song of Solomon, and Castiel sings it only for Dean. Set in "The End."

this is like. pre endverse and the tone is so like. wistful? is the best word ive got? it’s gorgeous i love it but fair warning there is graphic description of like. viscera and infected wounds

to think that we could stay the same by cipherwriter (6.5k)

cas has all he needs; himself, his creation, and enough power to continue this cycle for a long time. he's fine. dean wants to take care of him anyway.

oh my GOD this one is good it’s based off the thing of how originally endverse cas was supposed to be just sitting in a room killing and resurrecting the same cockroach over and over. very bittersweet at some points i love it a lot, do not read it if youre looking for something happy though lmao

the first church at the end of the world by withbloodstainedclothingon (11k)

The angels don’t eat the brain. Only Croats do that.

this one is fucked but it’s incredible it contains very heavy and violent subject matter and cas is an Actual cult leader he doesn’t just have orgies it is SO well done and i had a great time reading it i recommend it very highly if the warnings sound like something you can stomach

Down to Agincourt by seperis (1.1 million. i know. yes it’s a wip)

There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.

The outcome's known. Why try? Return your rusty sword to battered sheath, bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why take the field when you cannot win the war? But Harry -- he went down to Agincourt.

PLEASE. i know the length is intimidating i KNOW it’s a very long fic but please. please read down to agincourt i am begging you. head in my HANDS this series is incredible.

Non Supernatural AUS

Long-Term Relationship by bendingsignpost (2.7k)

Castiel says, budging over to make room for Dean on the couch, “I thought we should have a serious talk about our relationship.”

Reflexively, Dean laughs.

Castiel does not.

“Uh, Cas... you know we’re not dating, right?”

look man it’s bendingsignpost okay. it’s bendingsignpost it’s good and it’s sweet and you should read it

One White Lie by komodobits (11k)

Castiel takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. He doesn’t need to run through what he’s going to say – he’s already planned and edited and rehearsed it a thousand times. He is going to ask Dean Winchester out to dinner. If it’s not too forward, he’ll say, perfectly charming. You see, I’ve seen you around the neighbourhood and you always seem so earnest and I’d really like to get to know you bette— The door swings open, and Castiel panics.

He intends to excuse himself. He means to apologise and come back some other time. However, in a moment of blind fear, what comes out of his mouth instead are the words, “Could you spare a moment for Jesus Christ?”

do you ever pretend to be a jehovahs witness for months to hang out with the guy you like because you fucked up asking him out? yeah.

separate ways and sleeping dogs by sobsicles (53k)

Dean is three years sober when Cas comes back into town.

~~~

For a moment, they just stare at each other. Dean, once again, has to swallow the urge to offer to swallow something else. It's very hard to resist the gut-wrenching pull of want that hooks in his chest whenever he looks at Cas. And to think, he used to have him, used to be able to act on that want.

God, he's so fucking stupid.

Well, there's no point in kicking himself three years later for shit he can't change. He'll just sit right here and pretend that his fingers aren't twitching with the urge to reach out and touch. He can't do that anymore, and it's his own damn fault.

"Three years ago," Cas prompts.

Dean huffs a weak laugh. "Yeah. Eventful."

this fic hit me SO hard emotionally oh my god. don’t have much to say bc most of my thoughts on this fic are very personal but my god read this please

Everyone’s a Critic by Englandwouldfall (109k)

The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

this one is SO fun. dating the food critic who called your garlic bread closeted and lying about your career because you’re embarrassed and you want to redeem your food in his eyes but then you fall in love with him

Non Destiel Centric

gender? you mean that thing i have that pisses people off? by bigender dean winchester (homosexualitie) (946 words)

sam and dean paint each other's nails and dean abuses the technicalities of her gender. what more could you want?

HELLO HE/SHE DEAN COMMUNITY oh my god the pure rush of euphoria reading this. oh my god. oh my god.

the quiet road to a distant city by rottingbrains (1.2k)

Sam stares out the windshield again. They’re approaching a city, and she can see the lights in the distance. She’s past the danger zone, and she feels like the world around her reflects that in some way she can’t put into words- as if God is telling her that it’s okay. She did the right thing, and soon she will be past the lonely unknown and into the warm, forgiving light of acceptance. Or something. Come to think of it, the lights only look warm from far away, and she knows that the actual city will seem far less welcoming. Still. Best not to imagine the worst when it’s already going well.

required reading for transfem lesbian sam fans. fics that live in your ribcage to make your heart feel good

Four People Ruby Seduced & One She Actually Fell For (Or: Ruby's Epic Love Affair with Humanity in General and Sam in Specific) by tuesday (3.7k)

In which Ruby has a lot of sex, is not any kind of therapist that would be legal, and helps a few people out for her own reasons. (S4/S5 AU)

for everyone out there who enjoys ruby being a girlboss <3

Fractured Link by Trell (orphan_account) (5.5k)

Meg goes on, resolute despite the way Dean flinches, "He likes me. He likes me a lot, and I like him back, and that's probably good enough for both of us. But fuck me for saying so, Dean-o, he loves you, probably more than anything else on his daddy's green Earth, and you need to man up and give back what Clarence over there has been devoting to you for years."

this is meg/dean/cas which is not smth i really seek out but this was extremely good. set in s7 so it’s meg and dean and honey cas and it’s a lot of dean figuring his shit out and trying to forgive cas and i love meg a lot in this

#spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #mine

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I might start updating twice a week because I am writing this story at BREAKNECK speed. this is my favorite chapter so far. enjoy! (special thanks to @friedchickenangelwings once again for sticking with me and my incessant rambling about this story at all hours during holidays)

Fic Summary: Everything is the same up to the end of 15x20. Chuck has been “defeated,” but it was all a farce. When Jack absorbed Chuck, Chuck easily took over the 3 year old’s body and acted as if he were defeated. Chuck!Jack then had the Rusty Nail placed in the barn where Dean died, and with Cas gone, Dean didn’t fight it. Chuck did reimagine Heaven, but he’s fed the same lie to them all: that everything is perfect, they are free, they are in real paradise. Except it’s all an illusion insulated by blue skies and endless horizons. Because, just like the Good Place, people make Heaven into Hell for each other. And there’s nothing Chuck loves more than the natural order of tragedy. He “let it slip” to Bobby that he brought Cas back, when he really left him to rot in the Empty. Dean has to find his best friend before it’s too late, and he has to keep a happy face for everyone else, because Chuck is watching. Always watching.

“You know?” Dean shakes his head. “What’s going on?”

Charlie leans back against the bar. “Well, after Ash and I found each other-” they give a cute little nod of the head in sync, dorks, “through the frankly shitty wifi they’ve got up here, we got to talking.”

“Yeah, we realized some shit just didn’t add up. Like angel radio.” Ash spins around and ducks into his backroom, coming back with a laptop that’s way more advanced than it was last time. Dean raises his eyebrows at it. “Yeah, man, it’s sick, right? Charlie upgraded my systems, it’s bitchin’.” he reaches past Dean’s shoulder to give Charlie a fist bump (enthusiastically returned) and Dean backs off.

“Yeah, bitchin’,” Dean repeats with a grin. He’s too dumb for these people. But he sure is glad they’re on his side. “Well, hey, show me whatcha got.”

Ash nods and taps his temple. He mutters to himself and pulls the system toward him while Dean watches anxiously. Ash pauses and looks at him. “Dude. Gimme a second? This setup is a lil’ more complicated than your blackberry.”

Dean snorts and gives him space, followed by Charlie. “Dude. you’ve been dead too long. Blackberrys haven’t existed for like… ten years.”

Ash gives him a genial middle finger and Dean grins. Charlie sits up on the pool table and Dean leans against it next to her. “Listen, Charlie, I gotta. I gotta say sorry, again, for…” He clears his throat.

“Dying?” Charlie asks lightly.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Not your fault, Dean.” She shrugs, and she actually manages to look cheerful. Damn, Dean loves this chick. She puts her hand on his shoulder and shakes her head. “Seriously, Dean. Let it go! I have! Seriously, I got to spend a few years with my high school girlfriend watching Lord of the Rings - she was a cheerleader - and sneaking out to design some fucking world-altering programs with Ash! Being dead, for me, it’s kinda amazing.” She smiles at him. “Guessing you don’t feel the same though, huh?”

Dean swallows. He doesn’t know how much he wants to say about that, but being dead… it definitely sucks. And not in the good way. “Guess it just feels like I got more to do. Now, at least.” Now that Cas is… and heaven is…

Charlie looks like she doesn’t know what to say. Luckily, they’re interrupted before she has to think of something.

“Eyo! Sorry, amigos,” he leans over backwards to look at them. “Found it.”

Charlie jumps off the table and grabs Dean’s hand. After a few steps she shoves him with her shoulder until he bumps into Ash’s back. Dean bounces off his soft form and clears his throat. “Sorry,” he mutters, throwing a death glare back at his surrogate sister. She flashes him a smug grin before focusing back on the computer screen.

Ash recovers from getting jostled in time to point. “Yeah, so, we got word on Angel FM that this Jack kid is goin’ real Jim Jones over here.” He holds a finger up at several paragraphs as he’s flipping through them. “Preachin’ all kinda love and peace and hippy commune shit, but if somebody even questions it, he snaps. Naomi no-likey,” He smirks up at Dean and points to a group of cuss-words even Dean barely uses. “Rough translation.”

Dean shakes his head. “That doesn’t sound like Jack.” Jack, especially Jack-with-a-soul, almost never got mad. I mean, he’d spent quality time with Lucifer without blowing up. The kid is level-headed to a fault. “Anything else?”

Ash frowns at him. “Y’know, going through angels’ personal phone calls is a lotta work.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a genius. Got anything else?”

“Ash, what about the human rumors?”

Ash looks at Charlie and they have a silent battle of wills, but Dean’s too impatient to see who wins. “What human rumors?”

They pause and come to an agreement. “Fighting. People fighting. Couples. Families. Friends. All over, since the reboot. People are happy, but… it’s like earth. People can talk - people can fight.”

“And?” Dean raises his eyebrows. There’s something they’re not telling him, and he thinks he knows what.

Ash raises them right back. He’s not about to divulge. “Hombre, this ain’t earth. People are supposed to be happy. If they ain’t… like a glitch in the matrix, y’know?

Dean grunts. “Anything else weird on the radio? Anything at all.”

Ash’s sigh sounds labored. He leans back in his chair and wobbles, obviously sorting through all the enochian bullshit he’s read over the past… whenever. “Meh… I got… I don’t know, God was singing?”

“Singing? Singing what?” Dean leans in, intent. If it was Taylor Swift, Beyonce, maybe Lizzo…

Ash cocks an eyebrow. “Folk shit. Indie music.”

That’s what Dean was afraid of. “Shit.”

“Why? What does that mean?” Charlie grabs onto his arm.

Dean’s worst fears, that’s what. “It means that ain’t my kid. It’s Chuck.”

“Who the hell is that?” Ash stands up as Dean walks away, cursing every stupid atom that had decided to make this dumb universe. Although, he guesses, that was Chuck’s purview too.

“He’s god! God before the reboot I mean, the dick who up and left and only came back to screw me and Sam over. Fuck, I thought we’d finally gotten out from under his thumb! Now, apparently, he’s just using my kid for his meat-suit.” Dean takes a deep breath. This is bad. Worse than bad-bad.

“So… what do we do? How do we nuke God?” Charlie asks the question like it’s normal, just another Saturday afternoon.

Dean thumps his forehead onto the nearest table. Sure, sure, good, great. They were back to square fucking one. “I don’t fucking know,”

“Alright, break it down. We need more mojo, right? How do we get more mojo?”

“Well, angels are the next best thing, right? Maybe if we get them all together, they’re obviously not psyched about folk-God, or whatever,”

Ash points at her like she’s a genius. “Alright, yeah!”

“Guys, there aren’t enough angels left to even try.” Dean feels hopeless. There’s nothing to do. They are literally out of options. There’s no hope.

“Well, where can we get some more angels, then?”

Dean stands up. “I know a place.” His heart feels like it’s being squeezed like a lemon. It’s a crazy idea. It’s practically impossible. And probably suicide. And he’s gotta find a way. “We gotta break open the Empty.”

“The Empty?” Ash looks skeptical. Dean smirks.

“Yeah, angel/demon afterlife. We punch our way in there and we’ve got juice for days, man.” He spreads his arms out, asks the question.

Ash glances at Charlie then back at Dean. He sniffs and nods. “I’m in.”

Dean looks to Charlie, who scoffs. “Duh. Of course. So what, we get in and say pretty please help us kill your dad?”

A warm feeling spreads through Dean’s chest. “Well, we’ll have a little help on the inside. Cas.”

“Castiel? The angel dude?”

“He’s dead?” Charlie’s voice has much more concern than Ash’s. Dean nods in response to both questions. It still makes him feel like he’s swallowing glass to think about it. “What happened?”

Dean looks down at his boots. It’s only the scene that keeps playing on repeat behind his eyelids. Cas crying, holding onto his shoulder, telling him… telling him goodbye. Telling him that. “He saved me.” he starts, expression guarded. “He made a deal.”

Ash grunts and nods, ready to drop it. Charlie stays quiet too, but she clearly wants to say something. Dean’s thankful for the drop. He doesn’t know what he’d say if they asked more. All he knows is that he needs Cas back. And he needs to talk to him. He needs to tell him that - that he wants him to just stay fucking put, damn it. That he needs to stop dying on him. And that he can’t just go and say something like that and then leave. It’s a bitch-ass move.

“Yo, Deano?”

Dean jerks his head back up. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“How do we jail-break ‘em?”

“Guessing we’re gonna need some serious magic shit. And since we can’t get to Rowena…”

Ash breaks into a wide grin. “Pamela? I’ll give her a call.”

Pamela is “busy,” so they have to wait for her to finish up with Jesse before she can come by. Dean has to hand it to her, it’s just about the most Pamela thing in the world to put off their realms-saving work for a heavenly hookup. Dean hangs around talking for a bit, filling his friends in on the latest on Earth, but he can’t concentrate. Ever since they’d decided the next thing is to get into the Empty, he can’t relax. He takes his beer and goes outside to wait, settling down on the Roadhouse’s front step to watch for Pamela.

After a bit, Charlie plops down next to him, a soft grin on her lips. He returns it half-heartedly before looking out across the clearing. She leans her head against his shoulder. A few minutes pass in comfortable silence before she turns into him. “So we gotta get into the Empty.” she sighs. Dean nods glumly. Just his fucking luck. Even heaven is ruined. But at least… at least they’ve got a shot. “And get Castiel.”

Dean frowns and pulls away to look at her. Maybe it’s just his paranoia, but he hears some deeper meaning in her voice. “The guy died for me. I gotta,” he presses his lips together, hating himself for the half-lie he’s telling. Cas deserves better. Charlie just nods and watches, like she’s waiting for him to keep going. When he manages to talk again, his voice cracks. “We gotta get him, Charlie.”

Charlie pulls him into a side hug. “I always said he was dreamy, that angel.” She points out. Dean snorts. He remembers. He’d blushed like an idiot after she said that the first time.

“Yeah.” He mutters. Okay, so she knows. That he and Cas are… that Dean’s… good. Cas deserves recognition. He deserves someone to talk about him. For Dean to talk about him. But then Charlie just hasn’t spoken, and he feels like he needs some explanation. “I… there were other guys, before him.” He continues, clearing his throat. His mind wanders to Benny and Lee, Crowley. “But he’s… he’s it.”

He risks a look at Charlie and she is just staring at him with a fond smile. She surges forward and kisses his cheek, squealing. “Yes, I fucking knew it, you bisexual dumbass! Bi, right?”

Dean laughs. “Yeah, I guess- wait, you knew?”

Charlie looks around, like Dean’s a dumbass it was so obvious. “Well, yeah, dude. Game recognize game.” She motions between the two of them and he scoffs. That’s right. Gaydar. That would’ve been nice to have for the last, oh, 12 years? “We’ll get him back.”

Dean pulls Charlie in for another hug and leaves her tucked under his arm until a motorcycle pulls up and Pamela gets off, shaking her hair loose like a blind slow-motion model in a porno. She grins at the pair on the steps like she can see them. “Take a picture, you two. It’ll last longer.”

“How did you-”

She throws a hand out in dismissal. “Please, I can feel ogling from a mile away.” She pauses, laughing at the embarrassed silence Charlie and Dean are sporting. “Nah, I’m just joking. I do the hair-shake for a reason. I deserve a good stare. Hell, it’s half the reason I own this motorcycle.” She throws her helmet in the general direction of the motorcycle and greets her friends. Dean can’t decide whose hug is more flirty, his or Charlie’s.

“Alright, bitches. Let’s séance some shit.”

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Destiel Trope Collection 2018 Day 27 | Soulmates

The Bond-Breaker Murders | @desiraelovesdestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75,698 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers, Detective AU, Angel Cas, Detective Dean, True mates, Soul bond Summary: In a world where the supernatural live amongst the humans, it is not unheard of for angels and humans to mate. But not without consequences. Once bonded, one mate cannot live without the other. If a mate dies, the other will soon pass of a broken heart, leaving children orphaned, and families wrecked. Detective Dean Winchester and his partner, the angel Castiel, had decided long ago, not act on their unspoken love due to those consequences. Though it was always more Castiel’s choice than Dean’s. The angel was not willing to risk taking Dean from his loved ones, should he ever fall in the line of duty. But soon Dean and Castiel find out that they are far more bonded than they knew and when an angel/human mated pair is murdered, the case hits a little too close to home. As the shining stars of the Paranormal Homicide Division, it is up to Dean and Castiel to discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.

Of Nosebleeds and Soulmates | @goldstiens Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 671 Main Tags/Warnings: soulmate identifying timers, first meetings, a little blood Summary: Soulmate AU where your clock starts counting from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate. As Castiel looks down at his favourite sweater, now soaked in his blood, he can’t believe he waited 22 years, 29 days, 18 hours, 56 minutes and 37 seconds for this.

Do It Our Way | @blueascend Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,578 Main Tags/Warnings: Soulmate-Identifying Marks Summary: Dean knew other people who had no marks. Most of them had had marks at some point, but they’d disappeared before they could find their soulmate. A few had met and fallen in love with their soulmate, only to lose them. But Dean was the only person he knew of who’d never had a mark at all.

Dean Winchester has no Control over his Mouth | @suckerfordeansfreckles Rating: Teen & up Word Count: 1,653 Main Tags/Warnings: college AU, football, soulmate AU, soulmate tattoos, horrible soulmate sentences, some swear words, Dean is a little vulgar Summary: Dean has had a huge crush on one of the members of the opposing football team. When he finally gets a chance to talk to the guy alone, he finds Castiel is in a very embarrassing situation and can’t help but blurt out the first thing he’s thinking. And it pretty much goes downhill from there, up until he finds out that the blue-eyed guy is more than just a stranger to him.

Written in the Stars | @lunastories Rating: Mature Word Count: 36,900 Main Tags/Warnings: angst, domestic fluff, happy ending, science fiction, alien!cas, hurt/comfort, wing kink, marriage, protective!cas, major character death (by natural means) Summary: In the beginning of time itself, there were many Celestials, stardust beings that populated the galaxies. Then, the Fallen came into existence, devouring them. Castiel, one of the last of the Celestials, descended onto Earth by orders of his garrison leader. What he finds there is the soul he lost long ago, the other part of him that he’d been searching for. Dean was a normal guy, living his life and trying to take care of his errant researcher brother. When his brother asks him for a favor, claiming that an alien wants to speak to him, he’s of course skeptical. He didn’t expect that meeting to change the course of his entire life, throwing him into a war that he wasn’t prepared for.

Lost and Found | @zaphodsgirl Rating: Explicit Word Count: 71,412 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Reincarnation, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: In medieval Ireland, an angel falls in love with a human soul – but when the angel asks to be sent to Earth as a human he is imprisoned by Heaven instead. Centuries later, banished from the Host and stripped of much of his grace, he walks the world with a single hope: to once again find the soul that he loves. In present day, Castiel meets Dean Winchester and immediately knows that this is the soul he’s spent centuries searching for – except Dean isn’t free to be his, and doesn’t seem to recognize him at all. Dean feels a distinct pull towards Castiel when they first meet, but doesn’t understand it. Unable to resist his curiosity, he and Cas get closer and closer – but when tragedy strikes, Castiel makes a choice that will likely divide him from his soulmate forever.

The Soul Bird | @whichstiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,997 Main Tags/Warnings: Castaways, Deserted island Summary: Dean Winchester has looked forward to his twenty-fifth birthday for as long as he can remember. On that day, a sacred soul bird will visit and announce the name of his soul mate. Soul birds make love simple. But when a stormy sea swallows Dean’s cruise ship, he finds himself stranded on a deserted island with Castiel Novak. On the island, he learns that nothing is simple. Not survival. Not soul birds. And not love.

Cas and the Real Boy | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,014 Main Tags/Warnings: High School, Major Character Death, Dark fic Summary: Cas remembers the soulmate stories his father told him, but he doesn’t believe them. Until it’s too late.

(All I’m Getting From You Is) Colors | @profound-boning Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3515 Main Tags/Warnings: nerd Dean, punk Cas Summary: Christmas morning brings joy and laughter to the Winchester household. First and foremost because Dean now has ink black tips in his wheat-colored hair.

Ocean Sized Love | @profound-boning Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 5,000 Main Tags/Warnings: teacher Cas, military officer Dean, penpals, light angst with a very happy ending Summary: Cas glances at the clock and acknowledges that he simply doesn’t have time to read and fully appreciate Dean’s letter right now, so he tucks it carefully into his bag in order to bring it home safely. Then, he carefully sorts the rest of the letters and bundles them up for his students to open when they return. His mind wanders, however, to open seas and a hot sun, to the large ship and fast planes he’s read about so many times. To a crowd of sailors all described lovingly, and to one particular officer who has summarily captured the affections of one elementary school teacher in the Boston suburbs.

Black Eyes and Bruised Hearts | @envydean Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,820 Main Tags/Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Bar fights, injuries, Happy Ending Summary: Before Dean knew it, the man was in his face, pressing Dean into a table. “Just so you know,” The guy said, voice gravelly, “I wasn’t even the one who hit you.” His eyes narrowed and he let go before limping over to the nearest free table.

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nicolabarth · 6 years

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Birthday Fic: Photo Shoot

Pairing: Lucifer/Sam Winchester, side Michael/Dean Winchester

Summary: When Sam agreed to step in for Castiel in Dean's band The Righteous Sons he had known about the band battle they were going to participate in. He hadn't expected there to be so much PR, though. Let alone a photo shoot where they're all dressed up as angels. And he definitely hadn't expected the devil himself to show up and tempt him.

Warnings: Rock Band AU, Band Battle, Photo Shoots, Making out on a throne

A/N: I wrote this for @brieflymaximumprincess‘ birthday. Happy Birthday!

Also, I want to thank my beta readers @coplins and @humongouscandycoffee

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Sam looks at himself in the big mirror in the photographer’s studio they’re at and frowns a little. The big white wings are heavy on his back and he’s amazed that they hold without any straps showing. He isn’t sure if having them pose shirtless is such a good idea, though. The white jeans are pretty tight, too, and hanging low on his hips.

“You know,” he says to Dean, who’s still fighting with his wings. “For a band called The Righteous Sons and posing as angels, we’re going to look pretty inappropriate.”

Michael strides by, his wings in such a high display that he’ll probably have trouble getting through doorways. Dean stops a moment, just staring at his boyfriend. Well, he definitely does rock the outfit. “Come one, Sam”, Michael says. “It’s PR. The more the people talk about it the better.”

“I really hate that you’re probably right.” Adam is frowning at his reflection the same way as Sam.

“But why do I have to be part of this?” Sam tries again. “I’m just filling in for Cas.”

“We’ve been over this, Sammy.” Dean gets help from Michael with securing his wings on his back and straightens up. “Cas won’t be able to play for a while. Until then you’re an official member of the band. And we’re up against The Devils in the voting next week, so we need all the PR we can get.”

Sam sighs. He knows that and he agreed to do this photo shoot. But looking at his reflection now and knowing that pictures of him dressed like this will be in a big music magazine by tomorrow, it would have been a lie saying he doesn’t have any second thoughts. But of course there’s no backing out now.

On the far corner of the room a curtain gets pulled back and Raphaelle steps out. At least she gets to wear a top, a corset made from the same white denim as her pants. And the white wings make a nice contrast to her skin. But she looks as thrilled as the rest of them. “Let’s just get this over with,” she says.

Balthazar, the photographer, definitely does bring the enthusiasm they’re all lacking. He talks almost none stop while snapping pictures, and surprisingly, it helps. After a few minutes, Sam’s nervousness has faded and he laughs, when Dean starts goofing around. By the time each of them has to do shoots separately, the atmosphere is relaxed and it doesn’t seem too bad anymore.

The whole thing takes about an hour, then the Devils walk in.

Sam knows them, of course. Who doesn’t? There’s Meg, Ruby, Abbadon, and Lilith. They all wear red and black, pretty much as revealing as the Righteous Son’s outfits are. And there are little red horns on their heads. Sam’s eyes linger on Ruby for a moment, and she winks at him, but then the lead singer of the band steps in.

Lucifer’s wings look like they have been white once, but now they’re torn and bloody. He moves with them as if they’re a natural part of his body, strides in as if he owns the place. Sam only realizes that he’s staring, when he gets Dean’s elbow in the side. “Dude, at least close your mouth.”

At the same time, Lucifer grins at Sam. Great. Wonderful first impression. Sam clears his throat and looks away.

“Listen, everyone!” Balthazar calls. “I need shots of you facing each other, to symbolize the rivalry, if you get what I’m saying. The lead singers in the front, the rest grouped behind them. Try to look like you’re ready for battle. We want this as dramatic as possible.”

To his left, Sam can see Adam roll his eyes. “No one will ever take this seriously,” he says.

Balthazar grins at him. “You’d be surprised. People want that kind of stuff. Trust me. I know the business! We’ll get everyone so hyped for your round of the band battle, they won’t know what to do with themselves until next week. Come on now!”

Dean and Lucifer step in front of each other like the generals of two armies that meet at the battlefield before the fighting starts. Balthazar flits around them to adjust their wings to give them a more aggressive look. Sam has to admit, it’s pretty impressive.

The rest of the Righteous Sons is paired off with one Devil each. “Girls,” Balthazar says, “you’re taunting our angels. Or try and seduce them to your side, if you want to.”

“Oh, that’ll be fun.” Meg grins. She takes position opposite to Adam, hands at her hips.

Abbadon faces off Michael and looks him up and down. “Hi there,” she says. “Wouldn’t mind actually seducing you.”

Michael gives her a dry look, while Dean breaks eye contact with Lucifer to glare at her. “Hands off! He’s mine!”

Abbadon laughs, and at the same time Sam can hear the shutter of Balthazar’s camera, apparently he’s decided this is too good not to start taking photos already.

On the far end of the group, Raphaelle and Lilith are eyeing each other skeptically. “We’ll destroy you next week,” Lilith says with a pleasant smile.

Raphaelle huffs. “We’ll see.”

Sam gets Ruby, who scrutinizes him for a moment. “Think you can keep your eyes on me instead of Lucifer?”

Sam can feel heat rise in his face. “I just think his wings are impressive, okay?”

“That’s a pity,” Lucifer says. Of course Sam’s eyes flick to him at once. He’s standing with his arms crossed, looking at Sam in amusement. “I was hoping it was not just my wings and I could ask for your number later.”

“Hey!” Dean takes another half step forward. “No hitting on my little brother!”

That only serves as encouragement for Lucifer. He extends his hand in a beckoning gestures and sends Sam a look that makes his heart beat faster. “Come to the dark side, little angel, we have more fun.”

Sam is only distantly aware that Balthazar keeps taking pictures. For a moment he couldn’t care less. He has only eyes for Lucifer, who has a half-smile on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes that suits him very well. And why pretend he’s not interested? They may be rivals right now, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to get along in private.

So he returns the smile. “If you’re still interested after we kicked your ass, I may give you my number next week.”

Lucifer laughs. “Confident. I like that.”

“As much as I regret having to be a spoilsport,” Balthazar says, “but if you could do me a favor and concentrate for ten more minutes, we could actually get the shoot done.”

It takes more than ten minutes, but eventually Balthazar declares that he has enough material and everybody files out of the room. Adam’s wings are dangerously drooping by now, so it’s about time. Still, Balthazar holds Sam and Lucifer back.

“I’d like to do another shoot with you two, if that’s alright with you.”

Dean stops at the door and shoots Sam a questioning look. Sam just shrugs. He doesn’t know what this is about either.

“I couldn’t help noticing the chemistry you have,” Balthazar goes on.

From behind Dean, Meg peeks in again. “We all couldn’t help noticing that.”

“No matter if we wanted to or not!” Adam supplies from somewhere in the corridor.

“Oh, shut up!” Sam calls to his younger half-brother. “At least I didn’t stare down Meg’s décolleté.”

Meg laughs. “Well, at least someone in your family has taste.”

“Anyway,” Balthazar raises his voice. “I’d like to do another shoot that we’re going to use after we know which of you won.”

“Well, that’s easy,” Dean starts, but is interrupted by Meg.

“Of course it is,” she says. “We are.”

Lucifer smiles fondly, before he looks at Balthazar again. “What kind of shoot?”

“Well, it’s actually two,” the photographer explains. “If the Devils win, I’d do a photo series where you seduce Sam to the dark side so to speak.”

There’s that mischievous glint in Lucifer’s eyes again. “I like that.”

“And if the Righteous Sons win, I’d use a photo series where Sam makes you an actual angel again.”

“And there I thought it couldn’t get any more cheesy,” Adam says from the door. By now basically everyone is standing there watching them.

“I’m in if Sam is,” Lucifer says.

Sam isn’t sure. It’ll probably be more good PR, and it’s not like he’d mind doing a photo shoot with Lucifer alone. Still, he throws Dean a questioning looks.

His brother shrugs. “I would prefer, if this wasn’t about you chemistry with him.” He points at Lucifer. “But why not? It’s about time you got laid again.

Oh, why did he even bother? Sam rolls his eyes. But when he meets Lucifer’s again, the lead singer of the Devils is watching him intently, tip of his tongue visible in the corner of his mouth. Looks like this might actually happen, if they spend a bit more time together. “I’m in,” he says.

Balthazar shoos all the others out and then they start with Sam’s part. The photographer directs Lucifer to get on his knees in front of Sam, which he does with the most suggestive look possible.

“You know,” Balthazar says, “that’d be nice, if I was working for a porn magazine. Try looking a bit more defeated, though.”

That sends them both into a giggle fit and it takes them a while until they can continue.

Sam has to grab one of Lucifer’s horns and act like he’s breaking it off and throw it away. Then he has to put a hand on Lucifer’s forehead and look like he’s using his angelic powers or whatever. Balthazar explains that he’ll do some magic with photoshop that makes it look like Lucifer’s wings gradually become white again. “And maybe I’ll give you glowy eyes, too, Sam. Those are always nice.”

“I’m not too sure about that,” Sam says. Adam is right, it’s all pretty clicheed.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll look hot.” Lucifer grins up at him and makes actual butterflies flutter in Sam’s stomach. He really has it bad.

Then Sam has to pick Lucifer up, and for a while they stand very close, looking at each other, while Balthazar snaps picture after picture. Lucifer’s eyes are blue like the sea far up in the north, riddled with splinters of ice, and Sam feels like he could drown in them. Distantly, he can hear Balthazar talk. “Yes! Just like that! Now you can give me all the eye sex! Perfect!” It doesn’t really register. Instead, after a while his gaze drops to Lucifer’s lips and he sees them twitch upwards. He’d only have to lean forward a little bit …

“And, we’re done!” Balthazar’s voice snaps him out of the moment, and Sam takes a step back, clears his throat. Lucifer still looks at him with slight amusement. Does he realize what Sam had been about to do? Well, and what if? It’s not like he’d indicated so far that he would mind.

For the moment, there’s no time to think about it further, though. Balthazar ushers Sam towards one of the walls of the studio. He’s placed with his back against it, and Lucifer has to pin him by his wings. Again, they’re only inches apart, and this time it’s Lucifer who’s very slowly leaning in. His knee nudges against Sam’s and Sam adjusts his stance automatically, making room for him.

“Hey!” Balthazar calls. “If you have to make out, save it for the last picture, will you?”

“Spoilsport,” Lucifer mumbles, which makes Sam laugh.

They change pose again. Now it’s Lucifer leading Sam away, and Balthazar adjusts Sam’s wings to make them trail behind him. He even rips out a few feathers and strews them on the floor behind Sam.

“Disheveled suits you,” Lucifer whispers to Sam.

While Sam answers with a slight smile, he can hear Balthazar’s shutter click. “That’s it!” the photographer calls. “Give me more of that! You’re tempting him with forbidden promises!”

That makes Sam roll his eyes again.

Promptly, he gets scolded. “You have to look like you’re getting seduced!”

“You keep interrupting!” Sam complains, which makes Lucifer give a slightly startled, but delighted laugh.

Balthazar grumbles something. “Fine,” he says finally. “For the last picture, just do whatever you want to. I have a prop for you, though.”

He leads them into another room that looks kinda dungeon like with a big, black throne in the middle of it. “We built this for something different,” Balthazar explained. “But it’ll do pretty well, I’d say. Lucifer, why don’t you try your throne?”

“You don’t have to ask that twice.” Lucifer looks delighted while he strides towards the throne. Sam helps him sort his wings out, while he sits, so they’re splayed out impressively. It’s made harder by the fact that Lucifer can’t sit still for the life of him. He keeps changing his position until one of his legs hangs over an armrest.

“Not very awe inspiring,” Sam comments. It suits him, though. The way he’s sitting makes it feel like he’s actually at home on his throne.

“I’m always awe inspiring,” Lucifer says. “And I remember something about us being able to do what we want.”

Sam makes a sturgeon face to concede the points.

“You know what I also want to do?” Lucifer asks.

Sam looks down at him, smiling. “What?”

Lucifer grins. “You have to bend down for that.”

And Sam kinda hopes he knows where this is leading. He leans on one of the armrests of the throne, and then Lucifer grabs one of his wings to pull him down the rest of the way by it. Again, the chutter of Balthazar’s camera clicks, but Sam doesn’t mind. All he sees is the question in Lucifer’s eyes when their lips are only inches apart again. As if he’s trying to make sure that this is really alright.

“Yes,” Sam breathes. And then their lips meet. Finally!

The kiss is slow and gentle and makes Sam forget Balthazar even exists. Then Lucifer hooks his fingers behind the belt loops of Sam’s jeans and he drags him in front of the throne. He takes his leg off the armrest and sits properly for a change, so he can pull Sam on his lap. Sam grabs Lucifer’s shoulders for support and deepens the kiss. He can feel his already tight pants get even tighter, and that would be embarrassing, except he doesn’t care. Lucifer’s hands are warm on the naked skin of his back, and they slowly travel lower, until he grabs Sam’s ass to pull him closer. Sam gasps into the kiss, when he discovers that Lucifer has the same problem with his pants he has.

But wait. Balthazar. This is becoming something he doesn’t want documented. So Sam breaks the kiss to look around for the photographer. Just to discover that Balthazar is about to sneak out.

He sees Sam looking into his direction and grins. “I have all the pictures I need. You turn off the light, when you leave. And don’t make a mess of the props.”

Lucifer laughs and Sam can feel a puff of his breath against the side of his neck. “No promises.”

“You’ll pay for everything you damage!” Then Balthazar is gone.

“I can’t stay too long or my brother will start to worry,” Sam says.

Lucifer huffs. “Well, do I get your number then?”

“You’re not easily distracted from getting what you want, are you?”

The lead singer of the Devils wraps his arms around Sam’s waist. “I’d be stupid, if I let someone like you slip away.”

That fills Sam’s heart with joy. “I’ll give you my number,” he says. “And I expect you to call soon.”

The next week goes by in a haze. There are so many interviews Sam starts answering questions on auto pilot.

What’s it like to fill in for Castiel? - Well, it’s an honor of course.

Are the rumors about him and Lucifer true? - No comment.

How’s it like to work with two of his brother? – Annoying from time to time.

“Why is the band called Righteous Sons, if you have a woman at the drums?” That question temporarily manages to snap Sam out of his haze. There are seriously people that don’t know that yet?

Thankfully, Michael takes over. “Because when we named the band, Raphaelle hadn’t come out as trans yet. And she said she didn’t mind.”

Raphaelle shrugs. “Righteous Siblings sounds pretty stupid anyway.”

Then Sam spots Lucifer in the crowd and Dean has to drag him away. “Try to be a bit less obvious, will you? At least until the band battle is over!”

Finally, the day of the band battle arrives. Both bands deliver their best performance. Sam watches the Devils from behind the stage, and he can’t take his eyes off Lucifer. The way he sways his hips should definitely not by allowed.

Then they have to wait for the voting to happen, and finally they all have to step on the stage so the winner can be announced.

Gabriel, their host, makes a show out of pulling a card from a white envelope. “And the winner is …”

Sam holds his breath.

“The Righteous Sons!”

Next to Sam Dean lets out a big “YES!”. Sam pats his brother’s shoulder in congratulation and gets a hug in return. He gets a hug from Adam and Raphaelle, too. Michael is too busy, because his hug with Dean has morphed into them making out on stage.

Adam rolls his eyes. “Gross.”

Sam laughs, but stops when there’s suddenly a hand on his shoulder. He turns to look into Lucifer’s eyes. The crowd falls silent, maybe expecting a hostile move.

“You know what’s a real pity?” Lucifer says.

“You mean apart from you losing?” Sam teases him.

For a moment, Lucifer scowls, but then he starts to grin. “No, that there won’t be any pictures of us making out on that throne printed by tomorrow.”

Oh, that’s where this is going. “You think we should make up for that?” Sam asks innocently.

“Oh yes I do.” With that Lucifer pulls him in for a kiss.

The crowd goes wild.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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Caught Red Handed- Part 2

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel (mentioned)

Word Count: 3,058

Warnings: A shit ton of angst.

Request: You reflect on your life with Dean from the moment you met him to the last thing that happened. Can you every forgive him for what may not be his fault?

Author’s Note: I worked really hard on this so I hoped you guys like it! If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

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“That looks interesting.” You looked up and met deep green eyes. You smiled at him and shifted your eyes to the taller man next to him with the hazel eyes. You looked back down at the lore book you were reading.

“Yeah, I major in lore. Do you like reading this stuff?” You asked, smiling up at the men.

“As a matter of fact, we do and we were wondering if we could interview you for a quick second?” Green eyes said, taking out his badge and showed it to you. You looked at it and bit back a smile, knowing who they were already.

“Are you two really FBI?” You asked, crossing your arms with a smile.

“Yeah, you just saw my badge.”

“Sweetheart, I also major in making fake badges. I know when I see one. Please, sit, because I know the only reason you would have a fake badge is if you’re hunting the same witch I am hunting.” Both men stared at you I shock, the shorter one slowly smiling.

“Alright, my name is Dean and this is my brother Sam.” He said with a smile, sliding into the booth you were sitting at.

“Hi, Dean, my name is Y/N.”

“Dean, did you seriously sell your soul for your brother?” You asked, staring at him with wide eyes. You two were having drinks at the bar. You ran into them on yet, another hunt. You’ve been meeting up with the Winchester brothers a lot lately and every time you did, it got better. You and Dean seemed to really click. Maybe this was meant to be.

“I’d rather not relive that part of my life, but yes, I did.” Dean said, taking a large sip of his beer. You looked around the bar and your eyes landed on Sam who was playing pool with a group of guys.

“Wow, you must really love your brother. On good days, I’m lucky if my brother tells me he loves me.” You joked, laughing a bit.

“Hey, after tonight, where are you heading?” Dean asked, looking at you.

“Around, I guess. I don’t really have a set place where I go after every hunt. I’m all over the place, really.” You answered truthfully.

“Why don’t you stay with us? I mean, we work so well together and it does get kind of lonely just me and my brother.” Dean offered.

“Dean Winchester, are you asking me to move in?” You asked with a smile.

“What if I am?”

“Then I say yes. It’s not all the time a really handsome man asks me to move in with him.” You flirted.

“So why don’t you let me take you out?” Dean said, going for it.

“What?” You smiled, looking at you.

“Let me take you on a date. I promise, I will make it worth your while. I am really good company.” He gave you a panty dropping smile. How could you say no to that?

“I don’t hook up on the first date.” You said, laying down the rules.

“Not a problem. I want this to be special. I don’t want to ruin what we have so far.” Dean said truthfully.

“And what do we have?”

“The start of something new, I hope.” Dean said, hope littering his eyes.

“Who knew the great Dean Winchester would be so romantic.” You smiled at Dean, sitting on top of his trunk. This was your third date with him and you couldn’t have been happier. At first, you were skeptical about all this but once you got to know Dean more, you fell for him more.

“Hey, I can be romantic. I’ve proven that to you on our dates, right?” Dean grinned, putting an arm around you. You were outside, staring at the stars above you, enjoying each other’s company.

“Yes, you have. You’re amazing, you know that?” You smiled, looking up at him.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t really know me if you say that.” Dean said, half joking.

“I want to get to know you more. Besides being romantic, what other things are you good at?” You asked with a smile.

“Why don’t I show you?” He stared into your eyes and leaned forward, giving you time to stop this but that is the last thing you want to do. You met him half way, pressing your lips to his. This was your first kiss with him and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

His lips molded with yours as he cupped your cheek with his hand, kissing you deeper. Your tongue tangled together and you didn’t want this to end. He was really good at this and you wondered just what else he was good at.

You pulled away with a smile, breathless at what just happened.

“Yeah, you’re good at that too.” You said, smiling. He winked at you and pulled you into his side. You placed your head on his shoulder, staring at the stars above you. This was just meant to be, you felt.

“Dean, are you listening to me?” You looked up at your wonderful boyfriend of almost a year. You didn’t know that you could love someone as much as you loved this man. You never said ‘I love you’ to him or him to you but it was true. In a way, you knew he loved you.

“What did you say?” Dean said, coming back to Earth.

“I asked what you wanted to do for Sam’s birthday. I know he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday but I want to do something special for him this year. He deserves it and don’t you think I forgot about your birthday. I will throw you the best birthday party you’ve ever seen.” You grinned, looking back at the pad in front of you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He said, making you stop writing.

“I know.” You winked at him, joking around.

“I love you so much.” Dean said, not thinking about it. You froze and stared into his eyes, getting a few tears.

“What?” You asked, wanting him to say it again.

“I love you. So. Much.” He said, not fighting his feelings anymore. He smiled widely and you got up, going around the booth in the diner to sit next to him. You grabbed his hands and laced your fingers with his.

“I love you.” You whispered, staring into his eyes. He smiled and leaned down kissing you passionately. Nothing could get better than this.

“Dean, this is amazing. You surprise me each and every year we spend together. Man, am I glad we were on that same hunt the first time we met. I met the love of my life there.” You said, grinning at Dean. You two were celebrating your 2-year anniversary at a really nice restaurant.

“Speaking of the love of your life, I have something I want to give to you.” Dean said, reaching into his suit pocket.

“Dean, you didn’t have to. I thought we agreed to presents. We have each other and that I enough.” You said, smiling.

“I know but I need to do this.” Dean said, taking out a ring box. You gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Dean…” You whispered.

“Just listen to me, okay?” With your nod of approval, he opened the box and showed you a very beautiful ring. You got tears but didn’t say a word.

“Y/N, I want to give you this promise ring as I make a promise to you. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what you may be facing. I promise you to always love you with 110% of my heart. I promise to never hurt you, to keep you safe from any kind of hunt we face. You are the love of my life and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I love you so much and I hope you accept my promise I’m making to you.”

The tears were falling now as he took the ring out of the box. It was a simple ring with a heart in the middle but on the bands, were yours and Dean’s name. Always and forever.

“I accept it. I love you so much.” You said with a smile, giving him your left hand. It felt right to be on your ring finger. He smiled and slid the ring on your finger. Everything finally felt right in the world. You didn’t want anything to change.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the blinding white light prominent in the room. When your eyes adjusted to the lighting, you saw that you were in a hospital room. What the hell happened to you? The last thing you remember is seeing Dean with another woman and yelling at Sam. You remember getting into your car but then that’s it.

You tried sitting up but a blinding pain erupted in your head. You groaned loudly, laying back down. You saw that you were hooked up to wires. You faintly remember the crash. You were so angry and so hurt that Dean did this to you.

You loved him with all your heart and all it took was one hunt to mess it all up. What did this mean for you and Dean? You had no idea but you couldn’t ignore what happened. You didn’t know if you were ever going to be okay with Dean.

The door opened to your room and you saw a freakishly tall hunter enter the room. You liked Sam. You weren’t mad at him.

“Hey, you’re up. You’ve been out for a while. How are you doing?” He asked, walking next to you with a water cup in his hand.

“Sore. Broken.” You whispered, feeling that sense of betrayal again.

“Here, drink this.” Sam handed you the cup and you grabbed with your left hand since that was the better one. Your eyes landed on the promise ring and you immediately got tears.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Sam said, sitting next to your bed. You refused the cup of water and felt the tears slide down your cheeks.

“How could he do this to me? I’ve been nothing but faithful to him and…” You sobbed, not being able to finish.

“Y/N, please don’t do that. He was under some kind of curse. He pissed off a witch and this was his punishment. She knew he had a girlfriend so I’m sure this is why she did it. You have to believe me.” Sam said, pleading with you.

“I can’t ignore what happened, Sam. I’ve given him 110% throughout this whole relationship so when I found him, I was so hurt. My whole world shattered.” You cried, using your left hand to wipe your tears.

“He’s outside if you want to see him. He feels awful, Y/N. He hasn’t stopped crying since you left. When he found about the crash, I didn’t know if he would make it here alive. He is so broken. Please, talk to him.” Sam pleaded.

“How bad is it?” You asked, not about Dean but about your condition.

“The doctor said that you lost a lot of blood and you have broken parts of your collarbone and parts of your arms. A few ribs are broken and a lot of bruising. You even hit your head pretty bad. I mean, the car wasn’t a pleasant sight. You were there for a while so the doctor thinks that you have a guardian angel watching over you. I’ve tried calling Cas but he isn’t answering. But when he shows up, you’ll be as good as new.”

“That's good, I guess. I don’t know what to do, Sam. I can’t go back to the Bunker with him there. I won’t be able to survive but I can’t just leave. I love you and I love hunting with you. Please, tell me what to do.” You sobbed quietly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t. If you decide to stay, I will be there to support you no matter what. I love hunting with you, you know that. But if you decide to leave, I’ll support you then. But don’t think that if you leave, I won’t stop talking to you. I love you like family. I don’t want that going away.” He said, standing up.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“Back to Dean. You are on so many drugs, I can already see you starting to fall back asleep. Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” Sam smiled at you before leaving. The sight of Sam was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep again.

“Dean, this hurts so much.” You cried out in pain every time you moved an inch.

“I know, sweetheart, but it will get better. Here, drink this. It will help.” Dean said, handing you a bottle of whiskey. You took and drank 3 very large gulps before handing it back to him. It burned the whole way down but you didn’t care.

“Thanks.” You said, grunting out in pain. You got beaten up bad on the hunt and Dean was taking care of you like the loving boyfriend he was.

“Alright, this will sting but bear with me.” Dean warned. You prepared yourself for the worst but you couldn’t. He poured one of the alcohol on your wound and you cried out in pain, digging your nails into your palm. He started to stitch you up.

He was done soon and you sighed, taking the bottle back.

“Thank you, Dean.” You said, kissing him softly.

“Come on, you can do it. Here let me show you.” Dean stepped behind you and pressed the front of his body to your back. He held your hands from behind you, bending you down.

“Dean, as much as I love your body on mine, this is pointless. Pool is a game I won’t be able to play. I’ve come to accept it.” You said, giggling.

“Come on, just try. All you have to do is line it up and shoot.” He lined up the shot and hit the cue ball, sending two balls into two separate pockets.

“Okay, I made it, but only because you were doing it.” You grinned, turning around in his arms. You leaned up and kissed him, taking the pool cue from his hands and setting it on the table. He grinned in the kiss, kissing you back.

This was much more fun than pool.

“Dean, please be careful. This may be a two-person job but these are witches we are talking about. You don’t know what could happen if you piss one off. You could come back with two heads.” You said, worrying about every little detail like always.

“I know and I always am careful. I promise to come home with one head.” He smiled as he packed up the car.

“Sam, would you tell your brother this is no laughing matter?” You asked, turning to the younger Winchester who was helping his brother pack the car up.

“Y/N, would you relax? If we knew you would worry this much, you may as well come with us. This is supposed to be a mini vacation for you, away from us. So, enjoy it. We can handle anything.”

“Fine, you’re right. I am overreacting. I’ll just miss you guys like crazy.”

“We’ll be back before you know it. I love you.” Dean said, leaning down to kiss you. You kissed him back with passion before pulling away.

“I love you more.” You smiled at him. “Goodbye, Sam. Please, be safe and don’t forget to call me.” You said with a smile. Both boys smiled at you before getting into the Impala and leaving. You watched them leave with a sigh.

This was going to be a long few weeks by yourself.

Your eyes fluttered open for the second time. You felt a little better from the first time but you were still sore as hell. You didn’t see Sam at first but you did see a figure by the window, looking out. As your eyes came into focus you could see just who it was. You got tears, feeling your heart break.

“Get out.” You said, your voice cracking. Dean turned around with red, poofy eyes as he looked at you.

“Just let me explain, please.” Dean pleaded, walking over to you.

“No, I can’t, Dean. It hurts so much. Just get out, please,” You said, the tears falling as you looked at him.

“I love you, Y/N, you have to believe me.” Dean said, sitting down where Sam was before and grabbed your hand.

“I don’t believe that, Dean. I’ve been nothing but faithful to you and this is what I get? We’ve been together for 3 years. I never loved a man like you in my life. But I can’t do this anymore. You hurt me too much.” You said, staring at you.

“No, please don’t do this. You can’t leave. The Bunker is your home.” Dean said, getting tears and letting a few fall.

“You’re right; it is. I’m not leaving. I love hunting with Sam and I love the Bunker. But I can’t be with you anymore.” You looked at your left hand and moved it to your right, taking off the ring, holding it in your left hand.

“Don’t do this.” Dean said crying now.

“You broke your promise, Dean. You said you would never hurt me but you did. I can’t go back to what we had because I don’t trust you anymore. I loved you, Dean, but you’re a completely different person to me now. I used to think of you as someone who would never hurt me but you did. I can’t just let that go. You want me to trust you again? You have to prove that to me. I don’t want this anymore.” You placed the ring in his palm and he sobbed, staring at it.

“I love you so much.” Dean said, gripping the ring.

“Please leave, Dean.” You whispered. He looked at you with tears before getting up. He left the room and stared at you as he walked away from the room. You broke down crying, feeling like you were in pieces.

How were you ever going to be okay?

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