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[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

happy birthday!! happy fifteenth cas day!! i hope it’s a wonderful time 💙💚🎆

thank you, thank you! :)

[sinnabonka]

„Supernatural” and „The X files” crossover (kinda) nobody asked for

Where do characters go when the end credits roll?

Dean Winchester finds himself in a place where fiction goes to die—a liminal void where stories, once forgotten, fade into nothingness.

He won’t go quietly—not when his family and friends could still be out there. Maybe even Cas, who he never hoped to see again.

Dean is not alone. Fox Mulder, a man who spent his life chasing the truth, refuses to stop—even in a place where truth means nothing. Together, they push back, searching for the answers that might set them free. Because if the only way out is through, they’ll do what they’ve always done—break the story wide open.

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chapters: 2/?

rating: mature

relationships: Dean/Castiel, Mulder/Scully

main tags: post finale, angst with a happy ending, psychological themes, everybody lives

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[trenchcoatimpala]

Ad Hoc Dolor

Hello everyone, I'm back with another Destiel fic! The first chapter is now up on ao3 and I will be posting new chapters weekly every TUESDAY! See below for the summary:

Dean Winchester, Angel Hunter had a nice ring to it. It was the kinda title that had people clapping him on the back in hallways and begging to hear stories from his hunts. Huntin' angels was no easy work but Dean made due, and he was damn good at his job. There was no angel he couldn't put down, no hunt he couldn't handle. That was until he got his latest assignment, the seraph: Castiel. What starts as just another hunt turns into something much more when Dean learns that Angel Intelligence wasn't just keeping an eye on Heaven... Heaven was keeping an eye on Dean.

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Happilyfeatherafter’s ficrec Fridays

It's February!! Welcome back to another week of ficrecs. A mix of post-confession therapy, poetry, and glorious AU this week. (I thought I'd not read much because this week has been, quite frankly, a bastard, but apparently this was a lie!)

If you missed last week’s you can find my previous rec lists here for more!

2 February 2024

maybe i like pleasure pain by tothewillofthepeople (@kvothes). After the perfect darkness of the Empty, Cas finds the world a little…overwhelming. Dean tries to help. Post 15x18, Cas is both touch starved and touch sensitive, and the sensory overload of the world can be a bit too much. He craves Dean's touch, but resists asking for it. A really beautifully written, metaphor laden examination of chronic pain, disability, trauma and the physicality of the body and nebulous presence of mind. All wrapped up in an abundance of love and devotion. Absolutely gorgeous.

Prayer to a False God by K_A_Mindin (@katerinaalianovamindin, art by @gaytedlasso for @spnbangbang) It’s been two years stuck in the Empty, where the Shadow showed him his worst mistakes over and over again. Then he's brought back, to Jack and to Dean, and silence continues to rein, the unspoken acknowledgement of the confession lingering in the air...until Cas decides he needs to stop letting silence rule. Alongside the emotional pull of this thread, the D/S dynamics which grant Dean the permission to speak his truths, through prayer, and through physical release, are a joy to behold.

i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president) by @you-cant-spell-subtext-without is a brilliantly funny take on Misha's "Dean is a custodian in a fast food restaurant. Castiel is the President of the United States" fic prompt from a convention, told through the narrative hook of a Cinderella story. Delightfully tongue in cheek, and laugh out loud, this is currently a wip but a must read to bring joy to your inbox each update.

FROTUS by kathscradle takes the very same prompt but approaches it in a very well executed slowburn that says ok but seriously what if? My favourite thing about this fic is the importance of family, Cas being the widowed single parent of Jack and Claire, and Dean stepping up in his new role as step-Dad. Add in the slowburn relationship unfolding through long distance hyper-monitored correspondence, and all the national security matters at hand, this longfic gave my The West Wing/Scandal/Destiel brain a great big hug.

birthday candles by rhinestoneangels (almondrose/@pinknatural) is a super cute, ever so charming Dean's birthday ficlet in which Castiel's sister Anna drags him to a birthday party for a friend of hers who he has never met. He googles what to bring to a birthday party and settles on baking cookies...one fire later and fortunately, the firefighter who shows up to save Castiel from himself is very dreamy, and what a coincidence! It's his birthday, too….

I've also fallen down a rabbit warren of destiel and spn poetry, and I really really love this one by @whatladybird and this one by @eyelinerdean, @donestiel's incredible poetry gif edit series and I'm very excited to keep reading more on the @spnpoetryrenaissance blog. Has anyone seen a 2024 prompt list? Asking for reasons.

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Live Laugh Leather

happy 3rd wedding anniversary to these idiots :)

(846 words) Also on AO3

Dean knew the rhythm of Cas’ footsteps from the kitchen all the way to their bedroom. Knew it better than the pulse of his own heart; as familiar to him as the scent of the warm coffee that carried with his husband every morning like clockwork. He found himself smiling against his pillow, feeling the early sunshine through the lake house window heat the frosty February air.

So the routine goes; any minute now Cas would pause to bump the door open with his pajama-clad butt, scooting backward into their bedroom, two coffees in hand. Dean would fake the grouchy attitude as if the gentle interruption had pulled him from sleep. As if, minutes earlier, Cas hadn’t waited until his spidey senses told him Dean’s REM sleep was done and he was ready for his daily stubbled kiss at the back of his neck. For the arm that tightened around his waist, sinking suggestively lower until Dean cracked open an eyelid. Falling for the same old trick every day, before Cas would rise his heavenly ass out of bed to start on coffee. Leaving Dean tethered between the land of sleep and this world of dreams.

Same old, same old.

And wasn’t that a hell of a thing.

Dean scooched over to Cas’ side of the bed. The warmth had faded but it was the scent he chased; like rich earth pounded by the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, the charged promise of lightning still to come. Like honey and ether and so like home, Dean could drown himself in it. Smother himself in his husband’s pillow with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.

And so, it began.

The gentle clink of the spoon dropped into the sink. The ceramic scuffling on the kitchen countertop. The first bare footstep on the warm wooden floor.

Three years of this, Dean thought, and he knew he could go a thousand more.

A squeaking sound broke the routine, and Dean perked up his bedhead to listen to the audible eye roll and soft sigh that accompanied it. The footsteps and squeaking drew nearer, and Dean propped himself up on an arm to watch the regularly scheduled show.

The ass that greeted him was familiar, but Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head like Donald Duck at the first sight of Daisy. Cas backed into the room, letting the door swing softly shut behind him.

Dean’s husband paused, breakfast tray in hand and a look of genuine surprise on his face that quickly morphed into a feigned innocence.

“Sweetheart,” Dean managed to say with a tongue that now weighed an ACME ton. “Are you wearing leather pants?” He was dreaming, right? Had to be. If the next words out of Cas' mouth were "tell me about it, stud" in Olivia Newton-John's voice that would surely confirm it. A laugh threatened to burst all the way from his belly, born of shock more than anything, because this was Cas. His Cas. In tight leather pants. Like he was Jon Bon fucking Jovi and Dean was eighteen, alone in his motel room and realising some shit. 

But Cas ignored the question, setting the breakfast tray safely on the bedside table. When he turned to find Dean’s gaze still locked on his broad thighs, mouth hanging open like it didn’t know where to start, he placed his hands on his hips.

“The third wedding anniversary gift is leather, is it not?”

Dean glanced up from his stupor, feeling his heart swell like a damn balloon at his husband’s words.

Leather. Anniversary. Right.

How Cas heard "leather" and thought "pants"... actually, he didn't need to know how or why, because this was happening. Somehow this was real life.

Dean licked his lips. Didn’t mean to, but he did.

He’d tell Cas about the new leather couch he’d secretly set up in the Cas Cave later. Right now…

“The salesperson insisted this was the perfect gift,” Cas frowned down at himself. “Perhaps this was a mistake.”

“Whuaa-“ Dean started, tangling in the sheets as he struggled to sit upright. “No, no, they’re – hell of a – gotta tip the guy… god, Cas.” Only the need to defend these pants with his life gave Dean the strength to tear his gaze from them a second time.

He’d expected to find that frown he loved so much – the one that crinkled Cas’ brow, and tugged his soft lips into a flat line. Instead, his husband grinned at him, eyes blazing with that smugness that was the bane of Dean’s life.

Son of a bitch. He played him.

“Happy anniversary, Dean,” Cas said, stepping forward to crawl on his knees across the mattress, caging Dean in between his thighs.

Dean pulled him closer, sunlight glinting on the band of his wedding ring as he ran a hand through Cas’ hair. Three years of this. Already three. Only three.

And he could never have enough.

“Happy anniversary, Cas.” The words were a whisper against his husband’s lips.

The rest, he already knew. They both did.

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as someone who recently read Slaughterhouse Five and immediately thought oh everyone on spn that I like including the writers I like also read this okay they sure did, I would like to hear more about Vonnegutnatural TIA.

i'm not sure if i've ever talked about dean and cat's cradle or if i've made any cat's cradle stuff but i will say, i think dean always had the whole - well where is god in all this? if there's this much suffering in the world, then god can't exist because if he does he's cruel and i don't want that. and i think especially when sam says stuff like he prays every night or believes in angels etc etc, dean's split between wanting to sink into the anger and despair of there's nobody out there looking out for us or who cares about us and wanting to force that reality on sam vs the idea from cat's cradle of, "live by the foma* that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy" and how he wants that for sam, even if he can't have it. there's a bit in timequake where vonnegut is talking about his ex-wife and how she died believing in the trinity and heaven and hell and all the rest of it. "i'm glad. why? because i loved her." anyway i think that's who he wants to be about it but he so deeply resents the suffering of others that he can't always be that person.

*harmless untruths

[alloutofgoddesses]

shhh this is about your now-deleted personal post that i caught before you deleted it and you dont have to answer or acknowledge this ask but

i am sending you a hug.

you can keep it in your ask box for whenever you need one (it replenishes on its own. a self-regenerating hug).

So. This is from several months ago (like September) and the deleted post was concerning my mother, who had just started chemo procedures due to her being diagnosed with stage four Non-Hodgkins lymphoma; which was terrifying in all sorts of ways.

I don’t know if she’s officially in remission yet, but she’s done with chemo and her scans don’t show cancer where it used to be. She does have to keep the port for transfusions in for the next six months just in case, but her hair is growing back and even though I wasn’t around for a lot of it (four hours is a surprisingly long drive) she is doing a lot better than even just a couple weeks ago. She’s exercising and planning trips and a whole bunch of other things she wasn’t able to do just a couple months ago.

All that to say, this lovely message in my inbox got me through a lot of the mess that the last couple of months had in store. I didn’t look at it everyday, but it was definitely at least once a week. I do not possess the words to describe my gratefulness, but thank you.

[spnblrcrushes2]

@you-cant-spell-subtext-without 💚💜🧡💛

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[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

favourite vonnegut writing?

I have to be basic and go with Slaughterhouse 5. Something about the line of "Billy Pilgrim has become unstuck in time" always gives me chills, and I love the use of repetition through out the story (I mirrored some of that style in one of my longer fics).

I do also enjoy Breakfast of Champions, and I've been meaning to read some more of his work this year (Sirens of Titan is on my tbr for obvious Tralfamadorian reasons).

Also, it's not Vonnegut PER SE but essentially a synopsis of his writing workshop - but I also really enjoyed Pity the Reader.

Do you have a favorite?

[chocolatecakecas]

THE archangel Gabriel!!!!!!!!!!!!

How I feel about this character: love him literally came into the show as a motw and boom became thee archangel gabriel, very compelling all around

All the people I ship romantically with this character: uhh i guess i dont like really actively ship him with people but Kali(idk ive read a lot of fics where they're background ships) and sabriel because i think its funny (again because theyre the background ship in a lot of fics ive read)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Cas and Gabriel brother besties<3 and I think him and Dean had a good dynamic, also him and Sam of course. Oh and Jack because hello fun uncle<3

My unpopular opinion about this character: while i love Gabriel sososo much, I do think Balthazar was funnier.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish he got to know Jack outside of apocalyspe world, i think they would have had a fun dynamic. Like I wish they hadn't killed gabriel because I think he was a nice addition they could have pop in every once in a while and just another friend they could have....but god forbid the Winchesters have more than 3 friends at a time asdflkdjahfjskfs

send me a character<3

[trenchcoatimpala]

Love Me Undone

Hello everyone! The first chapter of my canonverse fic has now been posted to ao3! It is part of a series and the first part acts as a bit of a prolouge. You can read it here. The description for the main fic is below:

It's been quiet since Chuck's defeat; things have gone back to normal in the hunting world. Castiel has been out of The Empty for six months and Dean has taken his angel and found a nice little house to retire in. But where retirement might look good on paper, Dean struggles to adjust to this new life. When strange signs begin to show that something might be brewing on the horizon again, Dean is quick to jump right back into the fray, dragging Cas with him. After all, maybe all he needs is one last hurrah, even if it might kill him. He's not as young as he used to be, you know.

This fic is 100% complete and I will be posting a new chapter every FRIDAY!

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[daughter-heir]

A KNOT??????????? The lore, please.

I direct all questions about knots and jensen ackles to @clairenatural but yes apparently the kid is named after the zeppelin knot not the band led zeppelin and he has a tattoo of said knot on his shoulder

[trenchcoatimpala]

The last chapter of Cobblestone Love is now up ao3!

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Cobblestone Love

Hello, everyone! I have just dropped my new fic Cobblestone Love on ao3! Updates will be every Tuesday!

Castiel Novak was raised with only one purpose: to be King. With an arranged marriage between himself and Princess Megan Masters of a neighboring kingdom approaching, he finds himself wanting to spend a night in town, enjoying his freedom before his royal duties catch up to him. Dean Winchester works his farm by day and Ellen's tavern by night trying to make ends meet so he can put his brother, Sam, through medical school. When a mysterious stranger with dark hair and blue eyes, claiming to be a knight for the King, sits down at the bar, Dean's life is forever altered.

You can read a teaser below:

A man plopped down beside Castiel with a nasty leer on his face. “So you’re rich, pretty boy?”

Castiel met the man's gaze, he saw nothing but dishonesty there. “My wealth is of no concern to you.” 

“It is when you come parading in here with gold coins fit for the King. I reckon you could spare a few more coins for some poor folk like me.” 

Castiel let his expression harden. “And I reckon you think you can take it from me if I don’t give it willingly.” 

The man grinned at him, revealing a few missing teeth. “You reckon right.” 

A moment later a pair of hands was on the lapels of his shirt and he was being pulled to his feet. 

“You stop that this instant!” the barkeep woman shouted. “Put him down!” 

“If he can spare you some change then he’s got to have more where that came from. I’m just going to shake him down, see how much more coin he’s got.” Castiel found that amusing, especially since the man threatening him was a great deal shorter than Castiel himself. 

“That would be a horrible mistake on your part,” Castiel said. 

Castiel had been trained to fight by highly respected knights, he could hold his own in a battle and he was very good with a sword. It was a pity he didn’t bring his sword with him, but he’d opted not to as it would have been a dead give away that he was from royal descent. He would have to win the fight by his own fists instead. 

As he was gearing up to get free of the man's grip and send him to the ground, the man was suddenly being ripped away from him. A whiskey rough voice spoke in anger and mockery as Castiel tried to get his wits about him again. 

“You really don’t want to do that, Marv. How many times do I have to kick you out of this bar!” 

Castiel watched as Marv was shoved roughly through the door by a tall man with light brown hair and an impressive set of bow legs. When he turned around again, Castiel felt his breath steal itself away from him. The man was gorgeous, there was no other word for it. His face was dotted with a fair few freckles and his jawline was sharp and decorated with the thinnest layer of scruff. He was dressed in high riding boots with a tan tunic that was tucked into his brown leather pants. He wore a matching leather vest over his tunic and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. This man clearly worked with his hands a lot and by the muscles in his arms and back he looked like he was good at it. 

“I’m so sorry about him,” the man said, and there was that perfect voice again. 

“It’s no trouble,” Castiel found himself replying, it was a wonder he’d been able to recover his voice. 

The man extended his hand. “I’m Dean.”

Castiel took it. Calluses brushed against his skin as his palm slid into Dean’s. It was a warm handshake, he found himself rather enjoying the touch. “I’m-” he paused, he shouldn’t say his name. The purpose of his trip outside of castle walls was to go unrecognized and mingle with the common folk to experience their way of living, so that once he took the throne he’d know how best to help them. No, it was best he didn’t reveal who he was, besides, he was never fond of how once anybody learned his identity they felt the need to drop to their knees and genuflect in the name of the crown. It was rather unsettling and it made Castiel uncomfortable to be the receiver of such respect. “James,” he decided to say. It was his middle name and a common enough name to get him through this moment. “But everyone calls me Jimmy.” 

“Well, Jimmy,” Dean said with a smile, “I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your evening. If Ellen or I can get you anything just say the word.” 

Ellen, Castiel took it, was the woman behind the bar. “Thank you very much, Dean.” 

Dean’s cheeks pinked slightly in the lantern light. “Don’t mention it.”

Up close, Castiel could see that Dean’s eyes were the most emerald of green, and he could almost picture himself getting lost in those eyes and never having to worry about leading a kingdom or marrying a girl he was not in love with, nor could he ever be. Alas, his daydreams were for naught, and after tonight he was to return to the castle and take his rightful place as King. 

He sipped slowly at his mead and let himself slip away into the hum of people around him. He wasn’t eavesdropping, per se, but he couldn’t help but hear what people were saying. A young family to his left, with a weary looking mother and an exasperated father, tended to two young children, a boy and a girl. The children were pretending to fight with sticks they must have picked up from the ground outside. Their parents were trying to stop them from running about, but the children bore no mind. 

Head on over to ao3 for the rest :)

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Gonna be parasocial for a second and I don’t mean to jerk tears, but I’m warmed that he’s reaching new heights in his career after leaving SPN yet is still so devoted to Dean and playing in the SPNverse that he wants to hold onto it, even when the world is his oyster right now. I mean, he’s in Paris for a premiere of an Emmy nominated show he’s been made the cover of this past year, but he still wants to grant young, diverse actors a chance to carry the SPN legacy partly because he still wants the choice to go back and be Dean. I’m very warmed and very soft. Okay, parasocial panda moment over. 🥲

yes yes yes. all of this yes. also just watching the little videos of him from the upfronts and then the blue carpet for the Boys today; he's getting more well-known, he's doing all these things - and yet you can still see him taking the time to be so warm and friendly with fans. he's still an appreciator of those who support him out there, and seeing that made me really fond <3

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Unless he was scripted to do/say something (more) inappropriate to them, the line drawn may have been more severe than a balking at gay people scene. Jensen said he went in trying to do things that would get SB canceled and being shocked at queer PDA feels like a low risk example. His “as a father, as a son, as a human being I can’t do this” tells me harm to a child or a non-con advance — something in that line of vulgar, horrific, and/or unforgivable. On the flip side, it could just be a dignity thing, in that case something off color in a more lighthearted-yet-still-morally/ethically-screwed-up way, so he and Kripke compromised. Though I’d love to hear your train of thought with the homophobia peek we were given.

oh I definitely dont think the mention of SB balking at gay people was THE line; I was leaning in the other direction you mention - that perhaps he drew the line at more extensive conduct that was adjacent to or resulting from the character's homophobia - so perhaps some action in response to SB's discomfort with the new 'modern' society he's awakened in that could also flare out to some of the conduct you're referencing (internalized and externalized homophobia can lead to severely unacceptable conduct as we know).

I also have some iced coffee related theories on why SB would be PARTICULARLY upset with gay people as projection of his own core sexuality and repressing it throughout his life (similar to what the show has repeatedly reinforced about supes like Ezekiel who preach praying the gay away while hooking up with men in the supe sex club, for example). this also ties into the current climate of Republican senators who may be pushing certain agenda's due to their own self-internalized shame over their identity (and that theory would co align with the commentary in the article ab how Kripke's writing in the show sometimes seems to predict our political climate at the time of its airing in advance.)

I am personally foaming at the mouth at an exploration of a potentially repressed bi SB; w the shock of Herogasm as an added factor and the presence of Maeve whose storyline has already been used as a commentary on erasure of bisexuality in Hollywood (so SB could be an expansion of that overall and also a side commentary on how difficult it is specifically for bisexual men in the realm of celebrity). as an aside, I know people are wary of kripke in SPN fandom overall, but I actually watched The Boys first so that's been. my first impression and I def see this as a storyline he would be interested in doing (and DEF w someone as nuanced and talented of an actor as Jensen who could show both the horrible repercussions of living life in this manner as well as evoke sympathy from the audience at some of the struggles the character goes through that make him this way).

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I feel like everyone making the RIP jass equations jokes are showcasing their ages. (Both chronically and mentally) bc most seem to be in their early 20s from what I’ve seen. And wow have I got news for them about older bodies. Jensen looks great add to it that while he bulked up he didn’t seem to do it in an unhealthy manner

he honestly looks better than plenty of folks half his age; but yeah I think its just...such a disregard for how difficult that is to do and maintain on such a level especially while filming and traveling and shooting.

plus also I just don't get how mocking anyone's bodily appearance is funny. that kind of humor is harmful.