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Title: leave me drowning

Author: @from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind

Artist: @twinone1221

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Naomi/Zachariah

Warnings: Post partum Depression, mental health, child endangerment, abandonment, justified anger

Tags: A/B/O AU, Destiel, Reunions, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Cas

Summary: With his mate Cas and pup Jack, Dean Winchester had a perfect life.

Or so he thought until he came home one random Tuesday to find Jack in the care of a sitter and Cas missing. After enduring the pain of Cas’s disappearance, an overzealous detective, CPS and financial struggles, Dean thought things couldn’t get any worse until he receives a phone call that rips that final frayed remnant of rug right out from under his feet.

Now reunited can they work through the fear, anger and betrayal and become the happy family they once were?

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Going to re-blog this again because it’s now live and out there!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66117301

Title: leave me drowning

Author: @from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind

Artist: @twinone1221

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Naomi/Zachariah

Warnings: Post partum Depression, mental health, child endangerment, abandonment, justified anger

Tags: A/B/O AU, Destiel, Reunions, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Cas

Summary: With his mate Cas and pup Jack, Dean Winchester had a perfect life.

Or so he thought until he came home one random Tuesday to find Jack in the care of a sitter and Cas missing. After enduring the pain of Cas’s disappearance, an overzealous detective, CPS and financial struggles, Dean thought things couldn’t get any worse until he receives a phone call that rips that final frayed remnant of rug right out from under his feet.

Now reunited can they work through the fear, anger and betrayal and become the happy family they once were?

Posting June 10

Keep reading for a sneak peek below!

Jack was using Dean's pants leg to haul himself up onto his unsteady legs and Dean was doing his best not to step on or trip over the curious eleven month old.

“Okay buddy, you need to move back before you fall,” Dean said as he carefully transferred Jack from his leg to the cabinet door before moving to carry their breakfast to the table.

He returned to pick the infant up and noticed there was still a smudge of tomato sauce in his hair from their hurried dinner of spaghetti’os and toast the previous night. His clothes were crusty from wearing them all the previous day and then sleeping in them, so that meant Dean was going to have to find something clean for his son to wear to daycare.

He had just clipped Jack into his high chair when his phone started ringing. Dean glanced at the caller ID just as a knock sounded at the door.

“Oh god, please not today! Not today!” He prayed uselessly to a god that clearly wasn’t listening, and hasn’t been for the last four months.

His cell was still ringing in his hand and he answered it just as he opened the door to find the social worker on the other side. Dean had no time to be relieved that it was Jo Harvelle, the more lenient of the few that had been assigned to him. The outside world completely disappeared the moment he heard the voice at the other end of the line day the words, ‘I’m calling to speak to you about your mate, Castiel Novak,’….

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Title: leave me drowning

Author: @from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind

Artist: @twinone1221

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Naomi/Zachariah

Warnings: Post partum Depression, mental health, child endangerment, abandonment, justified anger

Tags: A/B/O AU, Destiel, Reunions, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Cas

Summary: With his mate Cas and pup Jack, Dean Winchester had a perfect life.

Or so he thought until he came home one random Tuesday to find Jack in the care of a sitter and Cas missing. After enduring the pain of Cas’s disappearance, an overzealous detective, CPS and financial struggles, Dean thought things couldn’t get any worse until he receives a phone call that rips that final frayed remnant of rug right out from under his feet.

Now reunited can they work through the fear, anger and betrayal and become the happy family they once were?

Posting June 10

Keep reading for a sneak peek below!

Jack was using Dean's pants leg to haul himself up onto his unsteady legs and Dean was doing his best not to step on or trip over the curious eleven month old.

“Okay buddy, you need to move back before you fall,” Dean said as he carefully transferred Jack from his leg to the cabinet door before moving to carry their breakfast to the table.

He returned to pick the infant up and noticed there was still a smudge of tomato sauce in his hair from their hurried dinner of spaghetti’os and toast the previous night. His clothes were crusty from wearing them all the previous day and then sleeping in them, so that meant Dean was going to have to find something clean for his son to wear to daycare.

He had just clipped Jack into his high chair when his phone started ringing. Dean glanced at the caller ID just as a knock sounded at the door.

“Oh god, please not today! Not today!” He prayed uselessly to a god that clearly wasn’t listening, and hasn’t been for the last four months.

His cell was still ringing in his hand and he answered it just as he opened the door to find the social worker on the other side. Dean had no time to be relieved that it was Jo Harvelle, the more lenient of the few that had been assigned to him. The outside world completely disappeared the moment he heard the voice at the other end of the line day the words, ‘I’m calling to speak to you about your mate, Castiel Novak,’….

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Title: leave me drowning

Author: @from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind

Artist: @twinone1221

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Naomi/Zachariah

Warnings: Post partum Depression, mental health, child endangerment, abandonment, justified anger

Tags: A/B/O AU, Destiel, Reunions, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Cas

Summary: With his mate Cas and pup Jack, Dean Winchester had a perfect life.

Or so he thought until he came home one random Tuesday to find Jack in the care of a sitter and Cas missing. After enduring the pain of Cas’s disappearance, an overzealous detective, CPS and financial struggles, Dean thought things couldn’t get any worse until he receives a phone call that rips that final frayed remnant of rug right out from under his feet.

Now reunited can they work through the fear, anger and betrayal and become the happy family they once were?

Posting June 10

Keep reading for a sneak peek below!

Jack was using Dean's pants leg to haul himself up onto his unsteady legs and Dean was doing his best not to step on or trip over the curious eleven month old.

“Okay buddy, you need to move back before you fall,” Dean said as he carefully transferred Jack from his leg to the cabinet door before moving to carry their breakfast to the table.

He returned to pick the infant up and noticed there was still a smudge of tomato sauce in his hair from their hurried dinner of spaghetti’os and toast the previous night. His clothes were crusty from wearing them all the previous day and then sleeping in them, so that meant Dean was going to have to find something clean for his son to wear to daycare.

He had just clipped Jack into his high chair when his phone started ringing. Dean glanced at the caller ID just as a knock sounded at the door.

“Oh god, please not today! Not today!” He prayed uselessly to a god that clearly wasn’t listening, and hasn’t been for the last four months.

His cell was still ringing in his hand and he answered it just as he opened the door to find the social worker on the other side. Dean had no time to be relieved that it was Jo Harvelle, the more lenient of the few that had been assigned to him. The outside world completely disappeared the moment he heard the voice at the other end of the line day the words, ‘I’m calling to speak to you about your mate, Castiel Novak,’….

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Blind Date

Dean Winchester x Castiel | WC: 3360

Summary: Sam sets Dean up on a blind date, but nothing is quite what it seems. 

Tags/Warnings: Destiel, modern AU(? IDK what to call it), fluff, mechanic!Dean, accountant!Castiel, no beta we die like men

A/N: Alright, writing something a little out of my SPN wheelhouse but back into territory I used to always write! Saw this post by @colorlessjay and inspiration just hit. Whatever’s in your coffee, keep it up (and share with me, please!). Hopefully I did your idea justice! Thanks for sharing it 💜 (Also, please forgive me if Castiel is mischaracterized. I’m still in the early seasons of Cas)

It was a stupid bet. 

Not because he was opposed to a blind date. But because Sam was throwing away money, and Dean was all too happy to abuse the hell out of a free meal. And some post-date sex too, if he was lucky.

The restaurant he pulled up to was far too swanky for Dean’s liking, and the two cars he parked his Impala between were worth more than yearly rent. He tapped his fingers nervously against the steering wheel and tugged at his collar, wishing Sam would’ve given him a bit more of a warning about the restaurant he had picked for Dean. 

This was upscale. Like, way upscale. The kind of fancy where they probably had fifteen different forks and expected you to know which one to use first. The valet had given him a once-over when Dean had insisted on parking Baby himself, their eyes raised in silent judgement at Dean’s apparel. His second-best flannel and jeans with only a single tear at the knee were hardly the appropriate attire for this place. But it was too late to back out now.

“Fuck it,” Dean muttered, checking his watch – 6:55. Five minutes to spare. He was early, which never happened. Sam would’ve had a field day with that information. But knowing Dean’s luck, the person Sam had set him up with was probably already there, wondering if they had been stood up. Dean cracked his knuckles and gave his reflection a quick once-over in the rearview mirror before climbing out of the car, his usual bravado and swagger in place. It was a good thing Dean was used to faking like he belonged.

The interior of the restaurant was all polished wood and low lighting with a live jazz band playing in the corner.

“Reservation?” the hostess asked, her smile professional and polite even as she looked him over.

“Yeah, should be under Cas.” Dean shifted his weight from foot to foot uncomfortable. Sam hadn’t even told him his date’s full name, just that they had “similar tastes” and “would get along.” Knowing Sam, she was going to be some bookworm who’d spend the whole night talking about nerd stuff.

The hostess lead him into the restaurant, weaving between tables of laughing couples and groups of friends. Dean tugged at his flannel again and silently cursed Sam.

“Your party is already seated,” she said, stopping at a corner table.

Dean paused mid-step.

A man was seated there.

Not a woman.

A man.

This had to be a mistake. Or more likely, this was Sam’s idea of a joke. Set Dean up with a dude, take photos from the outside, and laugh about it for months. Classic Sam. The hostess cleared her throat. “Sir?”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks,” Dean mumbled, approaching the table. He was going to kill his brother. Slowly and painfully. Possibly with one of those fancy forks. Okay, kill was a little extreme. Maybe some Nair in Sam’s shampoo again would be enough. Or supergluing his laptop shut.

The man looked up, startled by Dean’s arrival, and holy shit – those were some blue eyes. Like, unnaturally blue. The kind of blue that put the sky to shame. They were striking, even in the dim restaurant lighting. The man tilted his head slightly, brow furrowing in confusion. His dark hair was tousled, like he’d run his hands through it a few too many times and somehow managed to make it look intentionally messy. He wore a crisp, button-down with a tie that matched his eyes, a stark contrast to the rumpled trench coat that pooled in his seat. Despite that, he was still better dressed than Dean.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly deep and gravelly. Dean sank into his chair across from the stranger and swallowed hard.

“Look, man, I know what’s going on. Sammy put you up to this? I gotta say, it’s a good one. He really went all out.”

The man’s confused expression only deepened.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know any ‘Sammy.’” He glanced around as though he were looking for the parent of a lost child. “I believe you may have the wrong table.” Dean’s eyes narrowed at him. The man was certainly committed to the bit, he’d give him that.

“Right. So you just happen to have a reservation under the same name as my blind date? Come on, man. You’ve gotta do better than that.” 

The stranger’s shoulders tensed.

“I wasn’t aware I was occupying someone else’s reservation. The hostess seated me here ten minutes ago.”

“Look, you can drop the act. I know Sam set this whole thing up to mess with me.” Dean scowled and leaned forward, lowering his voice. “What’d he promise you? Free drinks? Dinner?” The other man’s expression shifted from confusion to annoyance, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Listen,” the man began, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “I don’t know who you are or who this ‘Sammy’ is, but I have had too long of a week to be dealing with this. I simply want a quiet dinner. I’m not part of whatever game you think you’re playing.”

Dean’s certainly wavered. The guy seemed genuinely irritated, and as Dean studied his face, there was no hint of recognition there. No smug little smile that would give away the joke. Either this guy was an Oscar-worthy actor, or Dean had just made a complete ass of himself.

“Wait, so you’re not… Cas?”

“I am Castiel. Or Cas, as some call me,” he confirmed. “But I am certainly not your blind date.”

Dean ran a hand down his face, suddenly feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.

“So you’re not here because my brother set us up?”

“No,” Castiel replied firmly, his annoyance clear in the way his mouth formed a tight line. “I’m here because I wanted to treat myself to a nice dinner after a particularly rough week.” Then, as if the universe were laughing at him, the waitress appeared at their table, her friendly smile faltering slightly as she immediately picked up on the tension.

“Are you gentlemen ready to order, or should I give you a few more minutes?”

“Actually,” Dean began, already pushing his chair back, “there’s been a misunderstanding–”

“Wait,” Castiel said, and he seemed as though he were a little surprised at himself. Something about the embarrassed flush creeping up the stranger’s neck made Dean pause. The waitress slipped away. “I... believe we both may be the victims of circumstance. You were expecting someone named Cas for a blind date, and I happened to be a Cas who was seated at your table. Since you’re already here, you might as well sit back down. No sense in both of us eating alone.”

Dean hesitated, hand still gripping the back of the chair. This wasn’t how this blind date was supposed to go. Then again... Sam would laugh his ass off if Dean came crawling back home with his tail between his legs. The thought of his brother’s smug expression was enough to make Dean sink back into his seat.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” He cleared his throat. “I’m Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.”

“Castiel Novak,” the man replied, holding his hand out over the table. Dean took it, surprised at the firm grip and rough feeling of calluses on Castiel’s palm. He had expected soft hands from someone who dined alone at a place like this.

The waitress returned with a smile that seemed to touch her eyes this time when she noticed that the awkwardness had dissipated.

“Have you decided what you’d like to order?” she asked, pen and paper at the ready.

“I’ll have the bourbon-glazed steak, medium rare,” Castiel said, closing his menu. Dean cracked open his own menu, eyes going wide at the prices. Oh, he was definitely making Sam pay for this.

“Uh, I’ll have the same.” He doubted this place had any burgers. “And a whiskey would be great.”

When she walked off, Dean drummed his fingers on the table, suddenly struck by a distinct lack of words. Blind dates were usually never awkward for Dean. All he had to do was lay the charm on the gal across from him, and things just went from there. But this? This was uncharted territory. 

“So...” Dean started, “bad week, huh?”

Castiel sighed, and Dean could see the way the weight of the week pushed on Castiel’s shoulders.

“You could say that. I’m a tax accountant, and April 15th is three days away.” Dean grimaced, suddenly remembering that he needed to bother Sam about his taxes for the year.

“Tax day. That’s rough.”

“Especially when people who have known about the filing deadline for years still act surprised when it arrives,” Castiel said dryly. Dean tried not to look guilty at that. “How about you? What do you do when you’re not crashing a stranger’s dinner?”

Dean chuckled, feeling himself relax slightly. Maybe this wouldn’t be as awful as he thought.

“I’m a mechanic. I co-own a garage with my uncle. Not as fancy as number-crunching, but I’m good with my hands.” Dean immediately regretted his choice of words, feeling heat creep up his neck. “With cars, I mean. I’m good with cars.” Castiel’s lips quirked up slightly, the first hint of a smile Dean had seen from him.

“I imagine both skills come in handy.”

Their drinks arrived. A whiskey – neat – for Dean and a red wine for Castiel. He must’ve ordered it before Dean sat down. Dean took a healthy swig of his drink, the familiar burn putting him back into safer territory.

“So this... Sammy,” Castiel said, taking a careful sip of his wine. “Your brother, I assume?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Little brother that’s not so little. Guy’s a sasquatch. Stanford law and everything.”

“And he often sets you up on blind dates?”

“No,” Dean snorted. “This was a first. I usually do just fine on my own.” He paused, realizing how that sounded, then added, “I mean... not that I’m... well, you know.”

“I don’t actually,” Castiel said, his head tilting slightly. “But I’ll take your word for it.”

There was something disarming about Castiel’s direct gaze. It wasn’t judgemental or mocking, just... interested. Dean wasn’t used to being studied so intently. To someone who seemed to actually hear every word he said. If he was being honest, he wasn’t used to people not swooning. Not that he wanted Cas to swoon. Not that he would mind. That thought dredged up a weird feeling that Dean didn’t feel like grappling in the moment. In fact, he’d be happy if he never had to confront that at all.

Their steaks arrived, perfectly seared and glistening with the bourbon glaze. Dean cut into his, letting out an appreciative sigh at the first bite.

“Damn, that’s good,” he said, momentarily forgetting his manners. “Sam may be a pain in my ass, but at least he picked a decent restaurant.” Castiel nodded in agreement, savoring his own bite with closed eyes.

“I’ve been coming here on particularly difficult days for years. They have a honey cake that I find... comforting.”

“You come to a place like this for comfort food?” Dean asked, making a vague motion to the crystal glasses and linen tablecloths.

“Everyone’s definition of comfort is different,” Castiel replied. “What’s yours?”

Dean’s knife paused mid-cut, and he actually had to stop and think about it for longer than a moment.

“I guess my mom’s apple pie. Nothing fancy, just... home.” Dean hadn’t meant to reveal something so personal to a stranger, but something about Castiel made him easy to talk to. The two of them fell into a surprisingly comfortable silence as they ate. Dean found himself stealing glances at Castiel between bites. The guy was good-looking in an unconventional way. Perpetually rumbled but somehow still put together with that intense stare that seemed to see right through Dean’s usual bravado. It was unnerving. But not in a bad way?

“So, no date tonight for you either?” Dean asked, pushing his empty plate away. Castiel dabbed at his mouth with the cloth napkin.

“No. My social calendar is rather sparse these days. Work takes up most of my time.”

“All work and no play makes Cas a dull boy,” Dean quipped. He mentally facepalmed. “Sorry, that was–”

“Accurate,” Castiel cut in, a self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips. “My brother Gabriel tells me the same thing. Though he uses considerably more colorful language.”

“Younger?”

“Older, actually. Though you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise considering his behavior.” Castiel shook his head. “He once filled my office with live ducks because he thought I was ‘quacking’ under pressure.”

Dean just about choked on his drink. Maybe it was Castiel’s dry delivery of the line. Or maybe it was the mental image of Castiel sitting at his desk with ducks waddling around the office. Either way, Dean laughed, deep and genuine.

“No way. Like actual ducks?”

“Twelve of them,” Castiel confirmed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “It took maintenance three days to repair the damage, and I’m still finding feathers in my filing cabinets.”

“Sounds like our brothers would get along. Sam once filled my car with packing peanuts while I was sleeping. Took me a week to get them all out.”

“And yet you still love him.”

“Well, yeah,” Dean shrugged, trying to come off as unbothered as possible. “Family, right?”

The waitress came by again.

“Can I interest either of you in dessert?” Dean glanced at Castiel expectantly.

“You said something about a honey cake?”

“Yes.” Castiel nodded, his expression brightening.

“Two honey cakes, please,” Dean said, the words surprising himself. He typically didn’t care for cake, but the way that Castiel’s face lit up had Dean curious. Must’ve been pretty good to get a tax guy excited.

When she left, a blanket of awkwardness settled over the table again. The impromptu blind-date-turned-friendly-dinner was coming to a close, and Dean found himself oddly reluctant to let it end. Dean cleared his throat.

“So, your original date. What happened there?” Castiel blinked and tilted his head again.

“I didn’t have one. As I said before, I merely wanted to treat myself to dinner.”

“Right,” Dean nodded, mentally kicking himself. “Sorry, I just assumed. Because it’s Friday night, and this place is...”

“Romantic?” Castiel offered, glancing around at the couples holding hands and the soft lighting designed to flatter features. 

“Yeah.”

“I suppose it is. I never really noticed. What about your date? The real Cas?”

“I dunno,” Dean said with a shrug. “Sam’s the one who was in contact with her.” Dean grimaced, realizing that he hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings during his meal. Poor gal probably showed up, couldn’t find him, assumed he stood her up, then blown up Sam’s phone. Oops. He actually felt a little bad about that.

The honey cake arrived, and as Castiel’s eyes lit up as he took his first bite, Dean found himself more interested in Castiel’s reaction than trying his own dessert.

“You weren’t kidding about this cake,” Dean said when he finally dug into his own. It was surprisingly good. Not too sweet, and the sliced almonds on top added just the right texture. “This might be the best dessert I’ve ever had. And I’m more of a pie guy, usually.”

“Don’t let Gabriel hear you say that,” Castiel replied with a small smile. “He owns a bakery that specializes in pies. He insists they’re superior to all other desserts.”

“Smart man.” Dean took another bite. “Though I guess I’ll have to make an exception for this cake.”

And just like that, the two of them fell back into a comfortable conversation as they finished their desserts, sharing stories about their brothers and work. Dean found himself laughing more than he had in months, surprised by Castiel’s dry humor that showed up once he relaxed. When the check arrived, Dean instinctively reached for it.

“I’ve got it,” Castiel said, his hand brushing against Dean’s as he also reached for the leather folder.

“No way, man,” Dean insisted, tugging the check closer to him. “This was supposed to be my treat. Well, technically Sam’s treat since he got me into this mess.” Castiel hesitated.

“You’re going to pay for dinner with a stranger who wasn’t even your intended date?”

“Hey, this turned out better than whatever Sam probably had planned.” Dean shot Castiel a grin. “Consider it my apology for crashing your solo dinner.” A beat passed between them before Castiel’s grip on the check loosened, and he relented.

“Very well. But next time, it’s my treat.”

Next time.

The two of them paused as the implication of next time hung between them, heavy but not entirely unwelcomed. Dean tucked Sam’s card into the folder and passed it off to the waitress, doing his best to ignore the strange flutter of something in his chest.

“So,” Dean leaned back in his chair, leg bouncing anxiously. “I’m supposed to report back to Sam about how this all went.” Castiel raised an eyebrow at him.

“Are you planning on telling him about our... misunderstanding?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Dean laughed. “This is too good not to. But I can’t help but wonder what the person I was supposed to meet would’ve been like.”

Castiel’s expression shifted slightly, something unnamable passing across his features before he neatly tucked it away.

“Well, I hope she would’ve been worth your time.”

“Honestly?” Dean shrugged. “I doubt she could’ve made tonight any better.” A hint of color touched Castiel’s cheeks as he glanced down at his empty dessert plate. The waitress returned with the receipt, and Dean signed it with a flourish, making sure to leave a generous tip.

“Thank you for dinner, Dean,” Castiel said, rising from his chair. “It was unexpected. But pleasant.”

“Yeah, same here,” Dean replied, standing as well. The two of them walked toward the exit together, shoulders occasionally brushing in the narrow path between tables. Outside, the night air was cool and crisp, a welcome change from the warmth of the restaurant. The sky was clear, but with all the light pollution from the city, the stars were barely visible. Dean hesitated at the bottom of the restaurant steps.

“Hey, you, uh... got a card?” he asked. “In case I need a tax guy?” he added quickly. Castiel’s expression softened, and he reached into the pocket of his trenchcoat before producing a business card.

“My work number is on here. But you can find my personal cell on the back.” He handed it to Dean, their fingers briefly brushing past each other. Dean took the card and flipped it over to see the neat handwriting. Castiel Novak, CPA. He smiled and tucked it into his own pocket.

“CPA,” Dean repeated. “Sounds official.”

“It is,” Castiel replied, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. “I even have a special calculator and everything.” Dean laughed. Another awkward silence.

“So,” Dean finally began, rocking back on his heels. “Guess I should let you get home. Long day and all that.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Castiel looked up at the night sky then back at Dean, a soft, genuine smile gracing his features. He took a half-step back. “Give me a call if you need help with taxes.” A pause. “Or a next time.” And with that, the two parted ways.

Dean slid into Baby’s front seat, still reeling over the evening. What the hell was that? He typed a message to Sam, his leg bouncing as his fingers tapped against the screen.

Sam’s phone pinged. Two notifications.

The first was from his bank, notifying him that his card had been used.

The second, a message from Dean.

Jokes on you. I ain’t paying you shit.

Sam typed a response back, frowning. He had been so confident about this gal.

Damn, and here I thought Cassie’s love for Led Zeppelin would’ve gotten you.

Three dots appeared, signifying that Dean was typing. Then they disappeared. Then they popped up again. Then, a text.

WHO?!

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Jump rope for hearts

Dean's locked down and lonely and his spank bank has run dry. Thanks to a certain time in history we won't talk about, he's unable to go out and hook up. Bored one night after an unsuccessful self-love session, he doom scrolls Instagram and comes across a skip rope god going by the name of "Cas skips nothing", Dean finds some sexy inspiration and by the end of the night, Dean's calling this unknown influencer 'daddy'.

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Dean wakes up and it's the 24th of January. His 46 yo body aches in new parts that he knows were fine last year but it's nothing he really minds nowadays. Sometimes he can't even believe he made it that far, so if the punishment these days for defying Chuck and Death several times in the past is backpain and some aching joints, that's more than welcome. 24th of January it's like any other day for him. He hasn't celebrated his birthday in years, maybe since he was eight and just because he stole a biscuit and some candles that clearly didn't add up to the right number. A birthday celebration is something Sam always had because he damn well made sure of it. So this year, the 24th of January lands on a Friday that looks like every other Friday when you are (finally) retired from hunting and you live in a big house with your now husband that came back from the Empty and decided to stay for good after a very heart-touching reunion where everyone cried like a baby (including Sam). Said husband is now missing from the shared bed and his side is slightly cold but since he put all the cards (and his heart) on the table, a missing Cas isn't something that scares him anymore.

Sam's in the kitchen, drinking something that's doesn't look like coffee but fortunately isn't a smoothie either. The rays of morning sun that enter from the kitchen windows reflects on his face, his skin looks healthier as it does his own since all of them left the bunker, and Dean is so glad he got to live enough to see his little brother grow and become the man he is today.

"Hey! Where's everyone?" He asks, ruffling Sam's hair quickly enough to avoid retaliation.

Sam huffs and closes the book he's currently reading. Something on civil rights that probably has to do with the online degree he started to pursue a year ago but maybe it's Sam's morning lecture because that's what lawyers-to-be like to read. Dean prefers novels and fiction in general and his growing library is a testament to that.

"Cas and Eileen went grocery shopping" he says. "They took Miracle for a walk and Jack tagged along".

Jack has been spending some time in Heaven these days. There are a lot of things to be fixed and rebuilt under God's supervision but most days, when he isn't needed, he loves to stay in his room reading some comics, gardening with his Dad or going fishing with Dean (the first time he said "Dad! Look what I caught!" Dean cried so hard he couldn't stop for what felt like hours, scaring all the inhabitants of the lake and the poor boy in the process). So, yes, Jack has things to do Upstairs but he wanted to be at home when Uncle Sam and Uncle Eileen came visiting and decided to stay for the night.

He hears Baby's rumble accompanied by a happy bark soon followed by a soft crack of the main door. Both Cas and Eileen carry an excesive number of grocery bags for a single meal for today and Dean doesn't understand why since he know the pantry is more or less full but that feeling is quickly forgotten when Cas makes a beeline (bags and all) to put a kiss directly on his lips. It's quick and chaste, just a brush of lips on lips, but Earth-shattering anyways. Some form of a ritual between them, kissing the other one every time one of them come back from an errand or from just staying outside gardening or giving Baby some maintenance. The kiss means I love you, I'll always come back to you, and it hasn't lost his meaning after all these years.

Dean's voice comes as a squeak after that and he tries to mask it with a manly cough that fools exactly no one. Less alone Cas, whose big smile holds the brightness of a thousand lights.

"Do you need some help with that?"

"We are fine", Eileen says at the same time that Sam says "We should continue fixing the basement, don't you think?"

And that's a weird thing to say because the basement has been Dean's work in progress since he and Cas bought the house four years ago and the second thing Dean's hands love doing the most after touching Cas (out of the bedroom that means everywhere whenever he wants but inside most of the time there are rules) is fixing things. And Dean loves his brother's company, he really does, but he can't do jack shit in that regard so Dean works on it in his time alone. But he follows Sam anyways and lets Cas, Eileen and Jack do their thing since, after coming from the Empty, Cas discovered an interest in cooking (with varying degrees of success) and probably he wants to handle that today.

And ok, maybe being retired from active hunting (not from training new recruits, mind you) has softened Dean's instincts because he should have suspected that there was a plan behind everything because, when they go back to the house, the dining room has been decorated with birthday paraphernalia and the table is full of food and the people he loves the most are wearing a small party hat (even Miracle!) and matching smiles. He doesn't cry when a big pie is placed in front of him with two candles shaped in the form of a four and six and Jack proudly announces that all of it was made from scratch by he and Dad. He doesn't cry when Miracle comes with a box in her mouth that contains a ticket "to anywhere in the country, just you and me, Dean". He doesn't cry either when Sam and Eileen give him a gift of their own in the shape of an envelope that contains an ultrasound of who's going to be a future Bobby or Mary Ellen. And he definitely doesn't cry when he is suffocated in a big hug by his whole family and Cas whispers "I love you so much, Dean" and Jack says out loud "I love you, Dad!".

The question that has been trapped inside his chest the whole day escapes from his mouth only when he and Cas are alone in their room at night.

"Why all of this?"

Cas kisses him. Soft, languid and slowly, like the passage of time.

"I can remember you been proud of us everytime we achieve something" he says. "When Jack built a chair for his room without using his powers, the first time I changed Baby's oíl without your help, when Sam announced he wanted to study Law again, when Eileen got the job she wanted. You were so happy for all of us, Dean, but you should be celebrated too".

There are a lot of things Dean wants to say but none of them come to mind. He's also at lost for words when Cas produces a small box with a ribbon from a lingerie shop he recognises.

Cas's smirk and raised eyebrow are full of dirty promises and sexy rules he's more than happy to follow. But that's, well, that's a story for another time.

"

[from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind]

Supernatural episode but its just Dean trying to get with Cas and fumbling in increasingly ridiculous ways, and after each one it cuts to Dean on the phone with Charlie in a panic and we get to see her slowly lose her mind

[from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Evenfall” 

Author: @Macy2me Artist: polyhymnia @thence-we-came-forth

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length: 70,000 words Tags:  Inspired by Twilight, Alternate Universe - Twilight Fusion, Non-Canon Angels, Creature Castiel, Hunter Dean Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, Charlie Bradbury/Angela Weber, Jacob Black/Leah Clearwater, Michael/Anna, Lucifer/Kelly, Chuck/Hannah

Summary:  

In the State of Washington, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, there’s a small town named Forks. Apparently, this is Dean’s home for the next six months. Great. Just when they are close to finding Mary’s killer, John benches Dean to bumfuck nowhere, giving him one rule - look after Sammy. 

When Dean enrolls Sam in the local high school, he has a strange encounter with one of Sam’s teachers, Mr Castiel Novak. His erratic behavior causes Dean to wonder if maybe this is a hunt and there are, in fact, supernatural monsters in Forks. As Dean gets closer to the man, he finds himself unnaturally drawn to him. When Cas saves his life from a runaway van, leaving a large imprint behind that looks oddly like wings, Dean’s defenses start to crumble, and before he knows it, he’s falling hard and fast for the creature he should be hunting.

Excerpt: 

Cas walks away, his back straight, and his shoulders rigid. The air shimmers around him, charged with electricity like lightning about to strike. 

He steps into the light. 

“This is what I am.” 

Two massive wings unfurl behind him, black as the night sky and speckled with shimmering starlight. The feathers move and shift together like a slow dance or the ripples on a pond in the dead of night. And yet, they aren’t corporeal, not completely. Sunlight passes through them, fracturing and splintering at the edges.  

His eyes glow, the outline of Cas’ face pulses and morphs, like he’s being pulled from earth, stuck between here and somewhere better. 

“You’re beautiful,” Dean whispers, afraid that if he says it too loudly he might disappear. 

“Beautiful?” Cas closes his eyes and turns his head away. “These are the wings of a killer, Dean.” 

A branch snaps underfoot as Dean steps forward. He moves up the rock until he’s face to face with the angel. “I don’t care.” 

“It’s your job...” Cas opens his eyes, incandescent and blue, staring back at him. “As a hunter.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Dean says, his voice unwavering. Slowly, he reaches out to touch his wings, but in the blink of an eye, he’s gone. 

Dean spins, his heart hammering in his chest. Perched up the hill, Cas stands, his wings tucked into the shadows. “I have never wanted a human soul as much as I want yours,” he says, pain clear in his voice. 

“I trust you.” 

“Don’t.” 

Posting date:  March 19, 2025

[from-my-dark-and-twisted-mind]

Hey! Welcome to my first ever tumblr post, also my first time doing one of the blog things, so be gentle 😆

A Pro-Ship bang fic.

Title: Dog Walker Dean

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 28,025

Warnings: Homophobia

Tags: College Student Dean, Older Castiel, Teen Dean, Adult Castiel, Age Difference, Architect Castiel, Bi Dean, Gay Castiel, Masturbation, First Time, Kissing,

Authors note: written for the @spnproshipbang. Amazing art by @rkdoesartthings, please go check them out!

Summary: When Dean Winchester took a job walking his neighbor's dog twice a day, he didn’t realize the effect it was going to have on his life. Already questioning his sexuality, things take a dramatic turn when he accidentally sees his employer, and incredibly hot, older neighbor, Castiel Novak masturbating. This sends Dean down a path to finding love, who he really is, and some startling revelations about his parents.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62333974