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I’m delighted to post this little fanart for @malmuses‘ wonderful Pride fic, “In Your Own Time.” Not only is it exceptionally well-written as usual, it’s sweet and more complex than your average Pride fic. I’m just grateful Mal lets me intrude on her work all the time :D

There’s a lot of negativity in the world right now, and I hope that you guys have a happy and safe Pride nonetheless. You are loved. 

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A Lonely Vigil

Explicit, WIP

Castiel Novak is twenty-six years old when he’s killed in the Civil War. The first soul to be laid to rest in the grounds of the new Lawrence Memorial Cemetery, his spirit remains in a liminal space—not in the living world, but not passing on, forever tasked with helping other spirits to go where he cannot.

His vigil over the grounds of his cemetery is a long and lonely one, unable to interact with anyone who still remains in the land of the living.

Until he meets Dean Winchester.

Major Character Death, Church Grim Castiel, Hunter Dean, Strangers to Lovers, Happy Ending

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Homemade (5,317 words, Teen)

Dean Winchester, a successful but perpetually overworked and overtired engineer, meets chef and restaurant owner Castiel, his new neighbor. Castiel courts him in the form of homemade meals in Tupperware containers and handwritten notes, and Dean eventually takes it upon himself to return the favour.

Written for @hartlessfiction, as part of the @fandomtrumpshate auction.

Dean likes to think of himself as quite the accomplished man.

He’s one of the lead engineers for the biggest biomedical company in the country, has his own expensive apartment, and even though people give him funny looks about his lack of a mate at the ripe age of thirty, he’s perfectly happy where he is. His work is his life, and he loves knowing that his passion has had such a positive impact on so many people.

For someone so accomplished, though, he’s pretty bad at… well, at just taking care of himself. He sleeps too little, stays up too late tinkering with new ideas, and sometimes just straight up forgets to feed himself until his stomach is growling like it’s gone feral and there’s nothing in the fridge.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Dean’s been tasked with designing a new prosthetic arm for one of their clients, and it’s kept him busy all day, to the point where he’s brought his work laptop home with him (something he swore he wouldn’t do when he first started his engineering work, and a rule that is now broken on an almost nightly basis) and is poring over the blueprints.

“If I wire it this way… and connect the joints through here,” he mutters to himself, chewing on the end of his note-scribbling pen as he thinks. “Then I should be able to… yes!”

Breakthroughs are always satisfying, especially when they come off a full hour of combing through circuits and wracking his brain for how he can make everything more efficient, more realistic. Dean sets his pen down, saves the file on his laptop, then sits up from his hunched position on his couch. His back pops as he stretches—it’s only when he moves out of uncomfortable positions like these that he realizes just how badly he’s been sitting, and how deeply engrossed he’s been in his work. Still, the stretch feels amazing after staying still for so long, and he sighs happily.

His stomach rumbles.

How the fuck is it nine already? Dean thinks as he checks the clock on his laptop for the first time in what feels like one hour but was, in actual fact, three. Fucking hell, he can imagine the bitchface Sam would give him if he found out Dean was forgetting to feed himself before 9pm on a Thursday night. It’s times like this that make him think he really needs to get his shit together.

But he has his shit together… just not when it comes to the household chores side of life. Which isn’t to say that he thinks that that responsibility would fall to an omega, if he was mated. No, Dean’s an adult who’s capable of making his own dinner and washing his own laundry… if he weren’t so crazy busy and easily distracted by shiny new challenges.

He pulls himself up off the couch with a groan and makes his way over to the kitchen, which may as well be covered in dust apart from the microwave and the small patch of countertop where he makes his cereal every morning. There’s a stack of takeaway menus by the stove, and Dean pulls one out at random, already knowing full well that all he’s got in the fridge are a few beers, some leftover slices of cheese, and a yoghurt so old that he’s legitimately worried it might wave at him if he opens it. The menu is the one for the Thai place just down the block, which at least means that he can go pick it up in person and stretch his legs—because he sure as hell didn’t make it to the gym like he planned tonight.

Once the phone call has been made, and his usual combination of food ordered, Dean sinks back down onto the couch to wait out the twenty minutes until he has to leave. Resisting the urge to power his laptop back up, because god knows how much time will magically pass by if he does, he instead settles for turning on the TV and distracting himself with whatever happens to be on. It’s not particularly riveting, but it holds his attention enough for him to resist the call of semi-complete blueprints, and it’s not long before the alarm he set to leave is going off.

Shoes on, coat on, wallet and apartment keys in his pockets (because he’s definitely forgotten both of those before, distracted by work). He’s good to go.

The hallway outside his apartment is quiet, with no signs of his neighbors. Not that he’s met the newest one who’s moved into the apartment right next to his, number 304, but everyone seems to either be out and about tonight, or hiding away in their homes—like Dean is going to be in ten minutes’ time. It’s fine by him, though, since he’s sporting a five o’clock shadow that’s starting to get longer than he’d like, and he very clearly has not been getting the recommended eight hours a night. His neighbors know that he works hard, but he’s kinda like to make a bit of a better impression on the new person.

Which is why (because fate fucking hates him sometimes), Dean fails to check whether the elevator is occupied before he steps into it, and almost shoulder checks the poor guy trying to get out on this floor.

“Shit—fuck, dude, sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he says, putting out his hands to keep one or both of them from falling over. Beneath the baggy trench coat is muscle, and the guy’s eyes are blue, and when he inhales sharply, he can scent spices and woodsmoke and omega.

“I—um.” Dean still has one hand on the man’s bicep, and another on his chest, and they’re so close that he can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Hi.”

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Title: Ready Player Two

Artist: @foxymoley

Author: @malmuses

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel (minor background mentions of Sam/Eileen, not shown)

Wordcount:  31.5k

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

Dean has a good life, really. Sam is doing well at Stanford, and Dean has settled in for his second year as a mature engineering student at Kansas State. His best friends seem to think he must be lonely, being single and living alone, but they don’t know his secret: Dean already has a crush on his online friend and mentor AngelOfBees, but he’s not been brave enough to tell him the truth.

Unfortunately, Dean underestimates his geeky, meddling friends and his crafty brother. Before he knows it he is a stand in contestant for Ready Player Two, a nerdy dating show hosted by his best friend…

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Title: Under the Nothing Sky

Author: @malmuses

Artist: @anyreiart

Rating: Explicit

Length: 78k

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel (Background Sam/Eileen and Gabriel/Kali)

Warnings: Minor Character Deaths (No Winchesters or Castiel), Homophobic Society, Canon typical violence, Torture, Imprisonment, Angst with a Happy Ending, Spaceships, Big Explosions, Drinking and Dancing.

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Welcome to the Glass City.

Its citizens live perfect, orderly lives. Controlled by the barcodes upon their arms, they are quietly assigned jobs, spouses, accommodations… whole lives. Some families rank above others, but that is just the way it is. The way the Council demands it to be. 

Lieutenant Colonel Castiel Novak is the shining star of the Glass City’s Academy, mere weeks away from graduating and being titled Commander of his own ship, his own crew. 

Castiel is very good at obeying.

Until he meets a man with green eyes, a cocky smile, and no barcode.

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“I don’t wanna break the heartbreak to you,” Charlie began in a hushed voice, “but whatever you gotta say, say it fast. He got a new job across town. After tomorrow he’s taking his Panini elsewhere” —her eyebrows waggled dramatically— “if you know what I mean.”

“Order for Castiel, to go for Castiel!” Gilda called out across the room.

“Now or never, Dean,” Charlie said softly.

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The one where Dean can’t speak to Castiel—in more ways than one.

A quick, fluffy fic from a prompt!

3k || Teen || Rom Com

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25081261

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Here it is – my collaboration with @malmuses​ for the 2019 @deancasminibang​! As you can tell, I had an absolute blast illustrating this incredibly sweet creature fic. You give me a story with a cute bat in it, I’m not gonna hold back.

LOVE BITES by @malmuses (AO3: MalMuses) Words: 34185 Rating: Explicit Tags: Creature Fic, Two Person Love Triangle (Except its only half of one…), Vampire Dean Winchester, Barista Castiel, Unrequited Castiel/Hannah, Virgin Castiel, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Men of Letters Drama, Bad Parenting, First Dates,The Cutest Bat, Please Don’t Feed Real Bats Cheeseburgers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Bats to Lovers

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Letters to a Prince (T, 9.8k)

Ever since he was a kid, Dean has been writing letters to a friend from a nearby kingdom who he knows only as C. Over the years, he finds himself falling in love…

But when his father arranges a marriage between Dean and one of the princes of Eden, his fantasy of one day being able to C in person and confess his feelings comes crumbling down.

royalty AU, two person love triangle, mutual pining

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Author: @malmuses​

Artist: @foxymoley​

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester, background Claire/Kaia and other minor mentions

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 58k

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Source Material: Falling Inn Love

Summary:

Romance and remodeling collide when Castiel, suddenly finding himself single and jobless, accepts a business proposition from his untrustworthy colleague, Crowley.

He finds himself the new owner of Bellbird Valley Farm, an entirely decrepit husk of a building that he has big plans for: Castiel is going to open his own self-sustaining eco-inn.

There are only a few problems… like the feral pig living on the property, the nosy locals, his total lack of DIY skills, and Dean Winchester—the prickly, sarcastic local handyman that Castiel accidentally assaulted with a dildo the moment he got off the train.

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Once the guy stepped back again, Castiel kneeled down onto the tarmac and began to claw the last of his belongings toward himself, crawling across to his backpack and starting to shove them haphazardly inside, one by one. His other tie. His aluminum-free deodorant. Balled up socks. A pair of pajama pants with a hole in the crotch.

“Thank you,” Castiel said after a moment, knowing that he was a little red but hardly able to change it. He kept his eyes down, stuffing underwear into his backpack. “Is your car okay? I’ll pay for any damages.”

“Well,” the man said, “this did leave a lasting impression on my windshield.”

There was a strange booooing-yoooinnnnngg noise from above.

Oh. Oh, good God. 

Shoot me, Castiel internally begged. Maybe this guy would turn out to be the kind of country guy who kept a shotgun in his backseat, and he could just put Castiel out of his misery right there and then.

There, on the windshield of the sleek, clearly beloved Chevrolet Impala, was Castiel’s favorite dildo.

Well, “favorite”… He’d only brought one with him. And it had managed to fly through the air and end up stuck proudly above the left windshield wiper by its little suction cup. Rubbery, bouncy, and veined, it waved quietly in the breeze, a pink flag of surrender wielded by Castiel’s last shred of self-respect.

The driver reached forward again, smirking, about to poke it once more with another of Castiel’s old CDs.

Booooing-yoing-yoing-yoooinnnnngg!

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Castiel snapped, mortified. “Give me that!”

“I’m not touching it!”

“It’s CLEAN!” Castiel growled, growing more annoyed by the second.

“Oh, unused, is it?” the snarky, bowlegged man said, stepping back to let Castiel closer to the car.

Castiel reached over, wrapping his hand around the chubby nine-incher and tugging. “I’m single, not dead,” he grumbled. Read the Fic on AO3 Art by Foxymoley

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DARK BLUE, DARK BLUE  | MATURE  | 36,106 WORDS

Author: EllenOfOz (ellen-of-oz on Tumblr) | Artist: oubliette-od

In late 2006, Castiel and Dean are in the same guild and raid team in the online game, Moondoor. They only know each other by their character names: Niteryder and Thorsangel, but they hang out and chat whenever they’re not raiding. Dean is baffled though—no matter how much time they spend talking online, Angel never reveals anything about himself.

That’s because Castiel is in hiding. At school he hides behind his emo image and stays as invisible as he can, but online he’s got to be extra-vigilant. He can’t reveal anything about himself to Ryder, as much as he might like to—doing so would risk bringing trouble down on himself and his mom. There’s something about Ryder that makes him easy to talk to, though.

But outside of the game, ghosts from Castiel’s family’s past are out for revenge, and going back to Lawrence, KS to visit his friend Meg could put him in danger.

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The Meaning On My Skin

Explicit, WIP

Castiel Novak never wanted to be a Dominant. Living with the mark on his skin that designates him as one has haunted him every day of his life, and he goes to great lengths to avoid the part of his biology that he hates. When he makes the decision to get a tattoo with the intent of hiding his mark away, he meets Dean Winchester: tattoo artist and confident submissive.

Dean turns Castiel’s world upside down and subverts every expectation Castiel ever had about himself and his designation. Will Dean be able to teach him how to be comfortable in his own skin?

biological Dom/sub, Dom Castiel, sub Dean, tattoos, friends with benefits

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Sourdough and Shenanigans | Explicit, 5.3k

A prank war in the Bon Appetít test kitchen escalates, worsening the already-tense relations between Dean and newcomer Castiel Novak.

BA test kitchen AU, chef Dean, chef Cas, prank wars, sexual tension

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COOL RIDER | T | 45,000

Author: opal_bullets | Artist: Hazel/deathbycoldopen

Student teacher Castiel has a plan for himself, but no plan can withstand an encounter with the vibrant Dean Winchester, older brother to one of his students. Dean’s creativity, dedication to others, and zest for the little things leave Cas with the uncomfortable realization that having a career isn’t the same thing as having a life. He’s got no clue how to go about getting one, but that rusty motorcycle in the scrapyard might make a good start…

After a bad breakup, dropout Dean has been trying to turn his life around. In a perfect world he’d already have it together enough to be worthy of smart, sweater-wearing Castiel, Sam’s new student teacher. But he almost forgets those blue eyes in favor of a mysterious biker who steps out of his dreams and into the fray, right when Dean’s ex Alastair comes back looking to stir up some trouble.

A wonky two-person love triangle loosely inspired by Grease 2.

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Posts on: February 18th

Summary: Dean can’t figure out why the hot guy on the train is ignoring him…that is until he realizes that the man is profoundly deaf.  After an unpleasant misunderstanding, the two become friends.  It isn’t long before Dean wants more, but Castiel sticks steadfastly to his rule about not dating hearing people.  When Dean starts to date other people to try to get over him, Castiel starts to wonder if maybe Dean is the exception to the rule.

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Socks and Sandals

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Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bela Talbot, Hannah

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 5057 words

Summary:

Dean rubs his right thumb over the words circling his left wrist. Oh God, he’s wearing socks and sandals? That’s disgusting, it reads, reminding him every day that he’ll never meet his soulmate because there’s not a snowflake’s chance in hell that he’ll ever be caught dead in something like socks and sandals.

Everyone has their soulmate's first thought when they meet scrawled on their left wrist. After they've met, it disappears.

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Title: Under The Midnight Sun

Author: Northern Sparrow

Artist: Delicious Irony

Rating: Explicit

Length: 224,527 words

Pairings: Dean/Castiel (minor Sam/Ruby)

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Hypothermia

Summary: Dean Winchester’s been camp manager of a science research station on the Alaskan tundra for thirteen years. Dean likes his job; fixing the camp trucks, troubleshooting the snow machines, keeping clueless undergrads and NSF bigwigs from walking into grizzly bears or getting lost in snowstorms — it’s all in a day’s work. So it’s really not any of Dean’s business when some weirdo antisocial ornithologist sets up a tent a few miles away, a dark-haired blue-eyed guy who’s doing a “very long-term” study on birds or wings or something, and who never, ever takes off his big lumpy backpack. But then the new guy starts dropping by camp for coffee and… well, he’s not officially part of camp; he’s not Dean’s responsibility; he’s really not Dean’s problem at all, but when a blizzard comes rolling in, Dean gets worried and goes to check. Thing is, Dean’s spent years in the sweeping vistas of the Arctic. He knows all about the midnight sun and the northern lights, the ice caves and avalanches, the rough-and-ready Haul Road truckers and the even rougher-and-readier wild animals. But even so, what he finds is much more than he bargained for. 

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Title- emerald green

Author- crowleysrat

Word count- 5,204

Summary- People saw their soulmates and thought of color and beauty and happiness, but they did not see what Castiel saw