#Cas doesn’t age he is an angel

[midnightsilver]

“… and then you had to carry him home?”

“Yeah Cas, whining and grumping the whole way”

“Hey!! I’m allowed! I was heroically injured in the line of Duty. At least Jack has some sympathy! That feels much better Jack, you’re a good kid!”

“Dean, would you please stop calling the lord god almighty a ‘good kid’”

“Awww Sammy, Jack doesn’t mind, and he is a good kid!”

x

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 2: Idiots in Love

like today | @dcforts Rating: General Word Count: 1,798 Main Tags/Warnings: Domesticity, Light Angst Summary: Dean is not too bothered. Outside the weather is bad, but the place it’s nearby, the job seems easy and they can be home in time for dinner. And if they hit the traffic, well, Cas will be there. They will be fine.

Call on your future self for advice and assistance | @deliciousblizzardshark Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,136 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon, Crack Treated Seriously, Magic, Mentions of Bottom Dean Winchester, Mentions of panty kink, mentions of spanking, Mentions of healthy diets, Mention of canon-typical racist porno mag, Mention of Exercise, Drinking, Humor, Getting Together, Time Travel (kind of) Summary: After everything and everyone is magically okay, Dean’s not sure how to deal with Castiel’s surprise love confession. At his wit’s end, he decides to cast a spell to bring his future self (or selves, it turns out) to the Bunker for help. The only problem? Future Dean Winchester(s) are still Dean Winchester... and Dean Winchester is an asshole.

The Dadification of Castiel Novak | @Runraerun Rating: General Word Count: 4,780 Main Tags/Warnings: Idiots in love, Canon compliant, rewriting the Cas love confession scene, first kiss, growing old together, Cas has a hard time reading faces, prosopagnosia, Castiel is Jack Kline’s parent, Castiel and Dean Winchester need to use their words, Castiel and Dean Winchester use their words, We can have nice things, fluff, Sam teasing Dean as is his god given right as his little brother, team free will 2.0. No warnings apply. Summary: When one of Cas’ old I.D.’s gets rejected, Sam and Dean tell him afterwards it’s because his picture is outdated—but this doesn’t make any sense, Castiel explains; Angel vessels don’t age. Dean has to break it to Cas that he doesn’t look like he’s in his 20’s anymore.

You Will Get Wet | @notastupidbird Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,858 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, 5+1 Things, Comedy, Food Service Worker Dean Winchester, Lifeguard Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Idiots in Love, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, First Kiss, First Time, Frottage, Theme Parks, Waterpark, Early Aughts, POV Dean Winchester Summary: The summer of 2003 could more accurately be described as the summer from Hell. It was Dean's second year working in concessions at the local water park which meant it was his second year of sunburn, screaming children, wet dollar bills, and having to stare at Cas, the unbearably hot lifeguard stationed directly across from his stand. Or, five times Dean completely failed at trying to talk to his summer crush plus the one time he didn't have to.

as for prophecies, they will pass away (WIP) | @danishdeity Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,208 Main Tags/Warnings: Slow burn, fix-it, angst and hurt/comfort, mutual pining, explicit sexual content, masturbation, Summary: Dean has worked tirelessly to bring Castiel back from the Empty, but once he finally manages, he just avoids Cas. Dean is determined to give Cas a shot at a happy life, but in order to do that, maybe he has to step back? But having Cas around all the time stirs some thoughts and a lot of panic.

Icarus to Your Certainty (WIP) | @Miaintheimpala Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9,842 Main Tags/Warnings: POV Castiel (Supernatural), Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural), Tooth-rotting Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Are Jack Kline's Parents, Castiel and Dean Winchester Are Claire Novak's Parents, Jack Is Not God, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious Sam Winchester, Angst With A Happy Ending, Canon Compliant, Fix-it Summary: Icarus and Castiel both flew to their suns and fell. They both lost their wings and drowned, but there's one difference between these two stories: after being drowned in the depths of The Shadow, Castiel wakes up on a concrete floor.

Phantom Manor On the Hill of Big Thunder Mountain | @melancholictearz Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 18,274 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Amusement Park, Dean Wears a Cowboy Hat, Cowboy!Dean, Ghost Butler!Castiel, Summer Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Meet-Cute Summary: A PLACE WHERE ERAS AND CENTURIES MERGE INTO A SUMMER STORY. Dean struts around Frontierland in cowboy boots and a hat all day for a living— that’s what his summer job is about, at Big Thunder Mountain attraction in the Far West-themed area of Disneyland Parks. He’s pleased with his current life as it is, until his eyes fall on Castiel, the new haunted butler working at Phantom Manor ride next door. Only a lake separates the two rides but Dean’s inability to stay normal in front of his crush might be the biggest obstacle in the whole painting.

Fanfictionland | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,165 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternative universe jumping, canonverse, idiots in love, mutual pining, cowboys, pirates, regency era, medieval, comedy, fanfic writers, TFW 2.0, season 8. Summary: Imagine a destiel writer with the power of one of the tablets. Imagine that destiel shipper writer trying to make Destiel canon, using different ideas. Now, imagine Dean and Castiel jumping from fic to fic, following the script, tropes and AUs we all know while Sam, Kevin and Becky try to stop that mess. Yep, someone had to do it...

The Architect Of Fate | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23,446 Main Tags/Warnings: Magic, modern setting, fate architect!Castiel, first meetings, character development, winged Castiel, pining, falling in love, top!Castiel/bottom!Dean Winchester, miscommunication Summary: Dean Winchester tries to live his life without any attachments as he looks for the perfect job that brings him money and prestige. But things are not going well for him following the path he decides to make. His luck changes when he meets Naomi, the leader of the Fate Architect Corporation. He only has to fill a form with the life of his dreams, and follow the instructions Castiel will give him, as his assigned Architect. It's time for Dean to get the life he deserves and get the perfect job and the perfect girlfriend. If only Castiel wasn't that beautiful, he could perfectly focus on his targets. Or… How a grumpy and professional Architect of Fate, named Castiel, has to lead with a stubborn and noisy human.

White Lightning (WIP) | @scatterbugged Rating: Explicit Word Count: 24,941 Main Tags/Warnings: top!Dean, Bottom!Cas, Castiel's Grace, Touch-Starved DeanCas, Mutual Pining, Anxiety, Post season 15, AU, Castiel Has Sensitive Wings, Love Confessions, Dean Being Stupid, Dean and his Self-Worth Issues, Anal Sex, Dean and Cas in the Bunker Summary: It started in the kitchen, he thinks, the bursting of this weirdo thing they have between the two of them. Maybe the kitchen's the wrong spot to pinpoint- maybe it was those years ago, stood in an old, dank barn gripping fear and that demon blade. Or, rather, it was before all that, with Dean cutting folks up on the racks and carving out those rictus faces, and Cas still thinking he was worth saving anyway. Wherever it was- Dean thinks now, it really started to break in the kitchen, after everything else is said and done, and when it ends up spilling, he'll be left alone to clean up the mess. - or - Castiel's a little bit human, a little bit angel nowadays ever since he got spit out of the Empty, and both his body and his grace are still adjusting. Dean's more than willing to help his buddy out.

Indeana Jones and the Tear of Pele | @amaranthhiding Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,679 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Beach Vacation, Adventure, Hawaiian Mythology, Fallen Angel Castiel, Humor, Light Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Mystery, Castiel's True Form, Castiel's Wings, Mutual Pining, Dean in Denial, Dean Makes Up Ridiculous Excuses for Touch, Castiel Uses Sarcasm, Castiel Goes Missing, Castiel and Dean Save Each Other, First Kiss, First Time, Grace-Powered Orgasm, Post-Season 11 Canon Divergence, DCRB 2024 Summary: What starts as a relaxing beach vacation in Hawai’i turns into a journey of self-discovery for Castiel and Dean. To save the world from the Darkness, they both faced what they thought to be their imminent demise and came out the other side very much still alive. So now they have to ponder the really big questions, such as what a bucket list is, what place in the world a fallen angel has, and how Indiana Jones ever managed to keep that hat on his head. The island seems to have a way of making the barrier of touch crumble to dust until they're sliding toward the edge of something new and fragile between them that neither of them dares to put a name to, lest it might disappear. When what really disappears is Castiel, there's very little Dean wouldn't do to get the angel back.

Even The Chicken is Gay | @avonlady42 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 53,730 Main Tags/Warnings: Gay Chicken, Dean and Castiel are clueless, top castiel/bottom Dean Winchester, switching, marriage, mile high club, smut, adoption Summary: Their senior year in high school, Charlie dares Dean and Castiel to play a game of gay chicken which they both reluctantly accept. Their friends wait impatiently to see who will chicken out first, but they’ve all given up on that happening when they show up to their 20-year high school reunion having been married for 14 years and both of them still thinking they are straight and in denial that they are in love with each other. This is based on a prompt from a meme on the Destiel forever Facebook group: In high school I was dared to play “gay chicken,” which is where two straight guys pretend to be gay, and the first one to chicken out loses. The other guy and I are really stubborn, and neither one of us wanted to lose. We’ve been married 14 years and run a bed and breakfast in Vermont with our adopted daughter. If that dude doesn’t chicken out soon, I’m going to start to suspect he’s actually gay.

My Cryo Sleeping Beauty | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Explicit Word Count: 55,356 Main Tags/Warnings: Space AU, Action/Adventure, Torture, Gabriel Is The Narrator, Humor, Misunderstandings, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Denial, Hunted, Flirting, Minor Sabriel, Summary: Let me tell you a story about two adorable, yet frustrating, knuckleheads in love. We got Dean Winchester of Venandi, who wakes up on an unknown spaceship with a half-naked man in his arms, and no memory of how this happened. Cuddling him oh-so lovingly, we have, fresh out of cryo sleep, prisoner James Novak, who is equally confused about his whereabouts and to find Dean sharing a bed with him. Now, prisoner Novak is really Castiel, an old acquaintance of Dean’s and his real identity appears to be only known by Dean. That’s when the mercenary Henriksen, doing Empress Amara’s bidding, stumbles upon them and crashes their little (freak out) moment. While dealing with Castiel’s mysterious past and Dean’s personal and urgent quest, they have no choice but to work side by side as they banter away to escape from everyone’s clutches and find out what really happened. I know you might be skeptical. People often ask me, “How in all the stars do you possibly know all of this, Gabe?” The answer is very simple: I’m part of the story! I witnessed first hand their tribulations and lovey-dovey looks. Well, some part of it. As for the rest…Well I’m all about tall tales.

[destieltaggedfic]

Hi! I’ve been searching for fics with the trope of 2005-era Dean meets future Dean or Cas, and was wondering if you knew any like that? Thank you!!

Ohhh fun! A couple of these are maybe a bit before 2005. Sometimes its hard to tell when its set pre-show.

A Different Kind of Monster - roadtonowhere (lastoryx), xfancyfranart   Ao3

Set Pre S1.  On the way to a hunt Dean hits a guy with his car who turns out to be not human.  They don’t know what he is, because the only thing Castiel remembers is that he is here to save Dean from something happening to him.

Word Count: 89k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

oh, sinnerman – thiansai   Ao3

Set S1.  Something has accidentally sent Cas back in time to a Dean that is dying in a hospital.  For the short amount of time that he has here he will give Dean the love and comfort that he can.

Word Count: 3k                                 No Sex

life is a hope - s7jacket (QueenTheatrics)   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  A young pre-series Dean is sent to the future directly into his future self’s presence.  A self that is twice his age, in a supermarket and is getting called ‘momma’ by a toddler.

Word Count: 5k                                 No Sex

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) - caelum_writes   Ao3

Set Pre S1 & 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  Dean wakes in a strange place and is surprised to find an older version of himself.  Older and apparently married to a guy.   Now they just have to send him back to 2005.

Word Count: 11k                              No Sex

The Dead Man Lives, Carry On - Petrichora_Vellichor   Ao3

Set S1 & S15 AU.  Dean decides to travel back to 2005 to take care of a couple of vampire loose ends before anyone (namely him) can get hurt.  He doesn’t really have all that much time to chat to a younger version of himself because he has an angel to get back to.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

[sunshine-zenith]

In honor of Dean Winchester’s birthday (and to have an excuse to bring attention to some of these fics again), here’s a handful of my (destiel heavy) Dean POV fics

“Got That Something” — A lifetime of needing to jump from sleep to total awareness and surviving on an average of four hours a night prevent him from just turning over and dropping off again, but he doesn’t mind. Not when he gets to wake up to Cas sleeping beside him.

Rated G, 798 words, married fluff, post canon/canon divergent from 15x19

“Heavenly” — Cas has been avoiding Dean in heaven, despite Dean's best efforts to find some information on the guy.

Rated T, 2.5K+ words, canon compliant within 15x20, grief, humor, dumbasses to lovers, Dean Winchester uses his words

“Let Me Drive My Car Into Your Heart” — Dean loved his Baby, fact. He also loved his Angel.

Rated T, 3.5k+ words, fluff and humor, unsafe driving, brief butt touching

“Drag Can Bee For Everyone” — As Dean helps set up for the all age drag show his partner will be part of, he reminisces on how lucky he feels to have them in his life

Rated G, 2.5K+ words, Modern/Normal Human AU, Artist Dean, dad Dean, married fluff, nonbinary Cas

“Wings to Dance” — A night of awkward conversations, humiliating moments, and halfhearted attempts at trying to learn to dance for his brother's wedding take a surprising turn for the better for Dean when he realizes he accidentally locked himself out of his car. He and Castiel, the dance instructor he's admired from afar for so long, end up bonding over buried memories of past pain and find themselves dancing towards a brighter future together

Rated T, 12.5k+words, RomCom, Modern/Normal Human AU, humor, fluff, minor angst, Comfortably Bisexual Dean, references to biphobia/homophobia, references to past homelessness, Dancer Cas

“Flight Back to You” — Dean's exhausted, wracked with strange dreams that bring back memories of a teenage fling he had years ago. While on the way to check out a potential case with his brother, his exhaustion catches up with him, nearly sending both him and Sam over a cliff's ledge. Luckily, a familiar face from Dean's past comes at the perfect moment to provide them shelter for the night. The thing is, as it turns out, they actually have a lot more history than Dean initially remembers. And all three of them apparently have a lot more feathers than Dean is comfortable with.

Rated G, 11.5k+ words, Wings AU, Reincarnation, Comfortably bisexual Dean Winchester, minor Jimmy/Dean and Michael/Castiel, references to minor character death and divorce

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

weird age

(for dean’s 44th birthday celebration hosted by @chocolatecakecas !)

Twenty-four is a weird age.

Maybe, if Dean had friends, he would feel some kind of abject jealousy towards his peers, with degrees and families and jobs, but he doesn’t. In the past few months, he’s gotten really into a cheesy soap opera that seems to be on every crappy motel television in the Midwest at every hour of the day. It’s called Dr. Sexy, and Dad would hate it, but he and Dean are on the outs right now and Dean’s been hunting alone (and driving a 1984 slate grey Chevy truck that he didn’t not steal), so he can watch the show as much as he wants. 

On Dr. Sexy, the patients are all ages, but a lot of them are in their early twenties, and a lot of them are like him. Lonely. Estranged. Drinking too much. Arguing with their fathers. Dean doesn’t have any kids like some of the patients (as far as he’s aware), but he is driving to nowhere, like most of them are.

Today is his twenty-fourth birthday, and Dean spent the morning ganking a ghoul before grabbing a greasy diner burger and a gas station six-pack. Now he’s slouched on the latest springy motel mattress, beer in hand, Dr. Sexy on the television. No one has called--not Dad, not Sam, and Mom, well, Mom’s been dead for almost twenty years now.

On the television, the latest patient is a middle-aged woman who got in a serious car wreck, and while Dr. Sexy himself is talking about the prognosis with a nurse that he’s having a thinly veiled affair with, the patient’s son grasps his mother’s limp hand.

Dean drains the beer and switches off the television.

********

Forty-four is a weird age.

If he's being honest with himself, Dean didn’t expect to get here, let alone past his early twenties. If he had had dreams of middle age, he’s not sure he would have dreamed up watching his brother, his brother’s girlfriend, a toddler who looks like a teenager and was briefly God, and an angel attempt to make him a birthday cake in the kitchen of an underground bunker.

(He’s pretty sure the cake is supposed to be a surprise, but the bakers aren’t making any great effort to be secretive. Or quiet.)

The past twenty years have been full of the unexpected. Dean’s dad eventually bit it, and Dean died a time or two himself. He’s helped prevent a handful of apocalypses and been an archangel puppet. And he’s had his own soap opera-worthy love story with the aforementioned angel. It took over a decade of deaths and arguments and resurrections and reconciliation and rescue missions and half-baked confessions, but he and Cas finally figured it out. They’re settled.

They’re all settled.

Dean looks at his family, who have all remembered his birthday and are turning the kitchen into a bomb site as a result, and decides to let the cake stay, in their eyes, a surprise.

In the meantime, he’s going to go watch some Dr. Sexy and have a beer.

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 5

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2345

Chapter warnings: language, a hint of smut

A/N:  I know it has been AGES since I wrote, i'm trying to get back into it. I know nothing really exiting happens in this chapter but it is one of the most complicated stories I have done and it needs some building. I really hope you like it!

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“We need to go to Heaven” Sam says as he takes care of the wounds from her nails on my neck, “They’re clearly doing something not good up there.”

“Yeah, but we can’t just go there, they’ll jump on us.” I sigh and Sam finishes up cleaning my wounds and looks me in the eyes.

“You still dream of her?” he asks me.

“No, actually…” I rub the back of my head before continuing, “I only had really good dreams. Like I’m floating in clouds and there are these phantom hands gently touching me.”

“Touching you…?” Sam says warily.

I push his shoulder “Not like that. Perv.” I chuckle.

“That’s kinda weird no? You think it’s her?”

“Why would she do that? Maybe there’s a second player in all of this and we just haven’t discovered yet.” I say.

“I doubt that.” Sam sighs and nods at the wounds on my neck “Try to keep them clean, they’re pretty deep.”

I nod and get up. Looking toward Cas and Rowena we start discussing of what to do next. We talk and plan for hours but everything seems useless, powerless against her.

Rowena went back to Hell with a promise to alert us as soon as she notices something bad about to happen.

Like a dead army rising.

Cas goes I don’t know where after, I lost my attention in the few hours after midnight we talked. I just want my bed.

At four in the morning I’m finally in it.

I hum as lips kiss my neck, hands roaming my chest. With my eyes closed I welcome the feeling. It’s soft and warm.

Plenty of little kisses litter the skin of my neck and I arch my face down in a chance to kiss those plumb lips. A soft chuckle fills my ears and makes my body tremble in delight.

“Always so eager” an angelic voice, as the angels should be, rings around me making me relax even more.

“What can I say, I’m a man who doesn’t mind more.” I answer.

The hands and kisses stop then, just for a minute to then continue downwards, over my chest to my tummy. Hands slither down my sides until they rest on my thighs.

Lips touch my pelvic bone and I draw in a sharp breath, my cock twitching to attention.

The voice makes a warm hum before wrapping a hand around my cock, grip firm, but buttery soft.

I moan and it echoes around us, “y-yes.”

I feel a pair of lips smiling against the side of my shaft before the little kisses start again.

“So beautiful.” The voice mewls. A tongue darts out next and takes a little lick against my skin.

My stomach contracts, it feels immensely intimate, these soft touches and kisses and yet it feels more intense than anything I have ever felt before.

“F-fuck.” I breathe out as the lips wrap around my tip and a tongue starts licking the slit. A humming sound makes my cock vibrate in the mouth, my hand reaches down, wanting to grab some hair. To tug at it. But my fingers meet only air.

The sucking intensifies and I gasp, holding onto my own thighs instead. My nails digging into my skin.

“O-oh god.” I moan and a hand wraps around the base of my cock while another holds my balls, rolling them into their palm.

The sucking grows faster and the hand pumps in time with the mouth while giving a firm squeeze to my balls.

“I- I’m going to come.” I gasp out, my body is arching into this mouth, this sweet delicious warmth.

“Let go for me, Dean.” The voice sings to me right before I explode.

My eyes fly open just in time to see my cum cover my own stomach and sheets, I moan odiously loud as my hips arch off my bed in time with the ropes of cum flowing over my skin.

I pant loud and look at the white ropes covering my freckles, my hands gripping my thighs. A jasmine scent heavily covering my room.

I don’t remember going to bed naked, and I don’t remember having a wet dream since I was a teen. A blush crawls over my face as I quickly grab a shirt to wipe myself clean.

I hope Sam didn’t hear.

Was it her…?

“You okay?” Sam asks me over his cup of coffee the next morning.

“Yes, why?”

“You look… I don’t know. Different. Like on edge.” He shrugs.

I am on edge… I can’t stop thinking of that dream, of the voice and the lips and the hands. I got up, took a shower and had to take care of myself again because I’m so on edge. Even now it takes all my concentration on disgusting things to not get hard again.

“I’m okay, just annoyed by this case. I want it over with.” I sip from my coffee and take a bite out of my bacon.

“Cas is taking us to Heaven today, he still hasn’t enough power to check the timeline himself but he says he knows how we can check it. And he said he knew a side door.”

“Okay, so we’re finding out what she did today?” I hopefully ask.

“Normally yes, at least we will get a step in the right direction.”

That same afternoon Cas takes us up, his side door has no guards or anyone for that matter. Which is perfect for us.

“There is a time surveillance room. There we can see everything that ever happened to the timeline.” Cas says as he leads us through the white halls of Heaven.

“Everything?” Sam says, “Isn’t that like… a lot, how will we ever find what she did.”

“An anomaly in the timeline is usually very clear. It’s not supposed to be there.” His quick gait slows down and we stay behind him. He stops in front of a blue door.

“It’s here. Let me handle the time observers.”

Cas goes in first, Sam and me following after. There is no one inside.

“This isn’t normal” Cas says with a frown, “Not once in history have they left their place. This is why it went unnoticed, there was no one to sound the alarm. I have no idea how she got her hands on them…”

“Well she clearly did, I mean, Sam and I kill angels all the time. It’s not that hard.” I shrug.

“They’re not angels, they’re beings especially designed to be time line observers. God only made two. Their role is as important as Death.” He says worriedly.

“Will it be a problem that they’re gone?” Sam asks.

“New ones should have already come into existence but… I think she’s stopping it from happening. That’s… impossible.”

“Well, she’s done more impossible things, let’s get to what we are here for before these new dudes show up, okay?” I step forward and look into the blue room, the extremely empty blue room.

“So what are we supposed to look for?” I ask.

“You can’t see it. It’s not meant for human eyes. Here,” Cas comes towards Sam and me, “close your eyes.” After we do that he touches our eye lids, we open them again and both stumble a little.

The room is one big ball of fine wires, they give light and there’s a flow to them. Tiny bursts of green, red, purple and yellow light flowing through them.

“Each color is a code. Green is important moments being born, red is important moments dying. Purple is a fixed point in time and yellow is paradox warning.” Cas explains.

“Wow” Sam is turning around in pure wonder “This is incredible.”

I’m looking too, it makes no sense, I have no idea which line is the future or the past. It’s too messy to figure out. I frown when I see a black line that stops and a new white line sprouting from the side of it before continuing slowly.

“What does black mean?” I ask as I point at it.

“It means it’s dead.” Cas goes near it and gently grabs hold of it. “this is what she did. She stopped the current line, killed it and made a new one.”

“She killed… time?” Sam says.

“Yes”

“How?” I say alarmingly, time isn’t alive, or is it?

“I don’t know, but she did it. And look” he brings it closer to us. “There.”

He points to right at the end of the line where a faint red light is glowing.

“A moment died?” Sam says.

“Yes. But sometimes a moment can be an important person, like a King”

“Can you see what it was?” I ask Cas.

“I can’t only the time observers can read the signs. But something happened and she erased it from happening and created an entire new line, only God has done that before.”

“So she killed someone, and created a new time line.” Sam says.

“It is possible she didn’t create the time line. The color codes are important points in time. It could have been that she killed someone before their time at that killed the time line and so a new one was born.” Cas explains to us.

“She said Heaven took something from her, maybe she killed for revenge?” Sam wonders.

“Probably yes. But how will we ever find out who?”

“I’ll do what I can in here” Cas says as he looks around the room, “You two should go back, this will take me a while. Maybe I can find what this all means.”

After that Cas sends us back home while he stays in the time room.

“What if she killed Death? Or any other important thing.” Sam begins, “How do we even fix that?”

“I don’t know… It just makes no sense.” I rub my face and when my fingers pass my nose I smell the jasmine strong.

It’s been growing stronger these last few days.

“We need to talk to her again.” I state.

“What… Dean she nearly killed us last time, it won’t stop her this time.”

“Don’t you wonder why? Why she didn’t? ” I ask my brother.

“She said there would be consequences, but I think she can handle those easily if she can kill time.”

“Then why are we still breathing? Like everything else, it doesn’t make sense. I think we need to talk to her again. It’s the only way we’ll find out.” I look my brother down with determination. Because I know I am right. We keep finding little pieces and bits but we will never get the full scope without her.

“How do you want to talk to her?” he sighs in defeat.

“Well, we know where she lives.” I grin.

We’re back in front of her little house in the middle of the forest. Such a strange view, her place is beautiful on this hot summer day. It looks cozy and homey. Not at all the house of a villain.

It is made of wood with a black roof and tiny cute windows on the front. Around the house there are many vines  with white flowers that crawl over the entire house.

It’s been three weeks since we went to Heaven, Cas is still in Heaven, trying to figure out what happened but it takes time.

I’m not extremely patient so I convinced Sam to come without Cas.

I walk up to her front door and notice the smell is Jasmine. Her house is covered in it.

“What are you doing?” Sam alarmingly asks me in a shouted whisper.

“Knocking, the last time we broke in nothing good happened. So I’m trying a different approach.” As soon as I say that last word I knock three times before I lose my nerves to actually do it.

I have mixed feelings about being here. Because she is evil, and terrifying but… there is a part of me that’s not so sure about that. I think there is more about her story. That she is hiding something.

My dreams haven’t stopped… every night I dream of those hands and lips, touching me, cherishing me.

Worshipping me.

And I can’t help but let my mind wander it’s her… it almost has to be. It could be a trick, some way to distract or trap me, I’m not sure. I didn’t tell Sam about it, I don’t think he’ll understand it. Sam can be very judgmental towards me, and I have no need for that now.

I’m judging myself enough for the both of us.

The door opens and there she is. The beautiful version of herself.

Her Y/H/C is lose and dangling down her back, she’s wearing those same sunglasses so I can’t see her eyes. Her skin has a beautiful summery glow to it and for some reason I notice she’s not wearing any shoes under her light summer dress that cuts off just above the knees and has a low cut out, creating a deep cleavage.

“Eyes up here, Deanie boy.” She says and pulls me from whatever enchantment her body has on me.

“Not much for warnings, are you?” she sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, it makes her look so human.

“Why are you here?”

“We want to talk.” Sam says because apparently my mouth is not working but something else is…

I keep staring at her lips and hands, are it those that kiss and touch me in my dreams? The smell is more intense here, but not at all overwhelming.

“Talk? Aren’t you normally the stab first, talk later type of guys?”

“Normally yes, but clearly that doesn’t work.” I answer her.

“And why should I talk to you and not just kill you?”

“Because you keep saying that and never doing it, so I think we’re safe.” I look at my reflection into those sunglasses, wishing I could look into her eyes.

She looks the both of us over and for whatever reason, she steps aside and lets us in.

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[bloodydeanwinchester]

okay guys i did it, i finished the fic i was writing! (thank you so much to everyone who cheered me on, i needed it)

it is for day 1 of our creators celebration (only two days late) for the prompt carver era destiel

this is something that's been bouncing around in my head since I watched this episode (9x06 heaven can't wait) a few months ago and realized that it was never explained what happened between when they leave nora's house and when they get to the gas'n'sip the next morning. it's the fanfiction gap, I've since been told. 

this is actually kind of a lead in to a long moc/demon dean fic that I have planned so it kind of leaves everything pretty unfinished between dean and cas.

When the Night is Over

Summary: Dean feels bad about kicking, now human, Cas out of the bunker.

Canon compliant 9x06 Heaven Can't Wait fic that fills the gap between when Dean and Cas leave Nora's house and when Dean drops Cas off at the Gas'N'Sip the next morning.

Rated: Teen and Up

Words: 5,414

Dean hadn’t even meant to find Castiel. Not yet anyway. He hadn’t really even decided to look for him yet. Cas had made it clear he didn’t want to see him, and anyway, Dean wouldn’t have had any idea where to even begin looking for him. Before yesterday, he hadn’t even known what state Cas was in. 

But here he is, first stop after arriving in town and checking out the crime scene and checking into the motel. He’s stopped at the Gas’N’Sip, getting gas for the impala. And there he is. Like a string had been tugging Dean toward the former angel all along.

Dean stands, leaning against Baby’s roof, with his phone pressed to his ear and a coffee cup that he’d grabbed from the motel before he left in his other hand, only half listening and responding to Sam, while the rest of him watches Cas standing behind a cash register. He looks so unbearably human. Dean’s stomach flips at the sight of it. The angel of the lord that gripped him tight and raised him from perdition counting change back to a middle aged man buying a pack of cigarettes.

“That sounds like a real case. Dean, I should be there.”

Dean’s attention is pulled back into his conversation with Sam. He isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t want Sam to come here. 

“Naw, man. That's – That's uh ... not necessary. No, I, uh – I got this one covered.” 

When Dean hangs up with Sam, his attention gravitates back to Castiel, now bagging a purchase for another customer. He’s wearing a white long sleeve, collared shirt and a bright blue work vest. Rolled sleeves reveal tanned forearms. He’s wearing jeans. Dean has never seen Castiel in jeans before now. Not this Castiel anyway, not his Cas.

Everything about what he’s seeing feels wrong. 

Dean taps his phone softly on the hood of the impala before pushing away from the car and stuffing the phone in his pocket. 

It’s not like he can avoid talking to him now. 

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The Dadification of One Castiel Novak

The Dadification of One Castiel Novak https://ift.tt/Upq3vaG by runraerun When one of Cas’ old I.D.’s gets rejected Sam and Dean tell him afterwards it’s because his picture is outdated—but this doesn’t make any sense, Castiel explains: Angel vessels don’t age. Dean has to break it to Cas that he doesn’t look like he’s in his 20’s anymore. Words: 4775, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Team Free Will 2.0 (Supernatural), Jack Kline is Not God, Canon Compliant, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Rewriting the Cas love confession, Because I can, Autistic Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, First Kiss, Castiel has a hard time reading faces, Prosopagnosia, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Sam Winchester is So Done, Growing Old Together, Happy Ending, Fluff, The tooth rotting kind, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Castiel is Bad at Feelings (Supernatural), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Not Beta Read, Insecure Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean may have a slight daddy kink, The daddy kink is winked at but not explored, Sam teasing Dean as is his god given right as his little brother, Everyone Is Alive, Nobody is Dead, POV Castiel (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/LkSxBEa December 12, 2023 at 11:55PM

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Phase 2

Pairing: Apocalypse World!Michael x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: angst, getting kidnapped, hating all humans

Request by anon: Bonjour Jordan, can i ask a spn imagine where the reader is apocalypse world Michael wife and Sam, Castiel, and Jack take her because is the only reason for Michael to show up because she is the only human he cared about and love? The reader can be Michael weakness. The reader is a super shy, sweet, innocent, intelligent, and introverted person

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Castiel need a way to take down Michael once and for all. When they go to his world to wage a war, they find you, his innocent wife who is a human, and they decide if you're not going to give information, then you'll be bait.

Square Filled​: dimensional portals (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Jack, Dean, Sam, and Castiel step through the portal to enter the Apocalypse World. The new threat to humanity is the big bad archangel, Michael. The one in their world is still rotting in the cage with Lucifer, and to prevent this Michael from obliterating their world, they need to kill him and kill him fast.

Wherever he might be.

“They’re here,” Michael says as prepares for the fight.

“Now? You’re not ready,” you say.

“I’m gonna have to be. They’re early but my plan can still work.”

“What shall I do?”

“Stay here.”

“No, I want to go with you.”

“Y/N, darling, you’re only human. I can’t let you put your life in danger for me. I can take care of myself,” he sighs and finishes gathering the things he needs.

“That doesn’t matter. You’re my husband. If what we hear is true, two of the invaders are human.”

“Hunters, my love. They’re hunters. You’re not. Please just stay here. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Michael kisses you sensually and before you know it, he’s gone. Your house is in the middle of the warfare you call this planet. There is a refugee camp for humans somewhere that Michael can’t locate. Whatever they’re doing is keeping him from finding them. You have no choice but to wait here and pray for Michael’s safe return, if praying will do anything for him.

An hour goes by and the sounds of battle grow closer to your house. The ground shakes with angelic power and you look out the window to see a white light in the sky that’s getting closer. You run to the back of the room just as someone comes crashing into your house. You gasp and shield yourself from the debris. 

A man wearing a trench coat stands up and wipes the dust from his coat. He looks around the place and spots you through the dust.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Michael’s wife. Who are you?” The strange man doesn’t answer you. The hairs on the back of your neck raise in alarm. “You need to leave now.”

The strange man approaches you with bright blue eyes, and the last thing you see is a bright white light.

Sam and Dean have joined the local’s side to fight Michael, and Castiel returns after splitting from the group. Sam sees the angel emerge from the smoke with something on his shoulder, and upon closer inspection, he sees it’s a person.

“Cas? Who the hell is this?”

“Michael’s wife. We should go.”

“Wait, what? You kidnapped someone?” Dean gasps.

“Look, we can discuss this later. Do you want to wait for Michael to realize she’s gone or do you want to head back to our world?”

He’s right. Michale will obliterate them when he finds out you’re gone. Castiel, Jack, Sam, and Dean head back to the portal they’ve created to get back to their world. As soon as the last person breaches the portal, it closes.

“Cas, I can’t believe you took her.”

“We can gather intel about Michael through her. I don’t see the problem. It’s not like you two haven’t done this before.”

Castiel brings you to the dungeon where he chains you to the chair in the middle of the room.

“Cas, she’s a kid.”

Anyone under the age of thirty is a kid to Dean. You’re in your mid-twenties and have your whole life ahead of you. Why the hell are you wasting it on Michael?

“Well, we can’t give her back now. Michael must know she’s gone. Even if we return her with no harm done, he’ll still kill us all. We need to come up with a plan.”

You gasp awake and jerk away from Castiel who jumps back in surprise. Tears immediately roll down your cheeks from how scared you are. You don’t know who these people are, where you are, or where Michael is so your panic is coming out in tears.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“Look, we’ll explain everything but you need to calm down.”

“Where’s Michael?” Castiel walks closer to you but you try to back up as much as you can. “No, don’t come near me!”

“Cas, let’s give her some time,” Sam says.

Both brothers leave with the angel, allowing you to cry by yourself in the dimly lit dungeon. It takes a couple of hours for you to calm down, and when they return, you’re sitting there silently with a stoic look on your face.

“My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean and our friend, Castiel who is an angel.”

“I know who Castiel is. Michael killed him,” you say.

“Right. Well, I’m sorry with the way we handled things but you can imagine why we can’t allow Michael into our world. He’s a big threat and we need as much information on him as we can get. We thought… well, we thought that--”

“That you’d kidnap me and I’d spill everything about him?” you finish for him. “Do you really expect me to be compliant in your demands when you kidnap me, tie me up in your dungeon, and leave me here to cry alone? No, this isn’t how this works.” You’re not sure where this boost of confidence is coming from. You’re usually very shy and always let Michael handle the tough talk. “I might be more willing to give you information if I had a bed and some food and a proper room. I am no threat to you. I’m only human.”

Sam, Dean, and Castiel step off to the side to discuss the pros and cons of letting you free. There are two angels inside the Bunker that can subdue you if you decide to go rogue, and there are two hunters that will keep an eye on you the whole time.

Castiel allows you out of your chains while Sam escorts you to the bathroom to freshen up. Your world is dirty, dusty, and filled with soot and smoke so taking a shower to clean yourself from that filth is amazing. Your world has really been set back from the wars Michael has started. Things like showers don’t come easy since there isn’t a lot of running water.

After showering, you are escorted to the kitchen where a hot meal is waiting for you. That’s another thing you don’t have--hot meals. When you’re constantly fighting angels in a world where power is limited, you don’t have access to things like microwaves or ovens. You only have fireplaces where you can heat canned food or small meals.

You immediately dig into the food gratefully. All three men are watching you with careful eyes and you start to get annoyed with the way they’re treating you.

“I’m not a circus animal. You don’t have to stare at me while I eat.”

“What is Michael planning?” Dean asks.

“You want to kill him, don’t you?” All three men are silent. “Why would I give you information on how to kill my husband?”

“He’s killing an entire world. He’s slaughtering millions. He wants to come here and do the same,” Dean gasps.

“The people he’s killed deserved it. He’s not taking innocents despite what those refugees say. Michael isn’t a bad guy, you just perceive him to be bad because his actions don’t fit your criteria of being a good guy.”

That silences all three of them. You continue to eat and they leave to talk about what the next steps are going to be.

“She’s not gonna want to give any information on him, but she can be bait. He’ll come for her.”

“As much as I hate it, he’s right. If she’s not going to be any help to us, then she can be bait. We can trap him here. He might stop killing and leave us alone if he sees his love is in danger.”

“We’re not going to actually hurt her, right?”

“Yes, Sam. We won’t harm a hair on her head.”

“Alright, let’s get started.”

Just like they predicted, it didn’t take Michael long to figure out you are gone. If he is ruthless when you’re by his side, then it’s a whole different ball game without you there. All of his followers are scared to be around him for fear he’ll kill them for them looking at him wrong.

“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!” Michael yells angrily and slams his fist into the wooden table so hard that it cracks in half.

“The invaders must have taken her,” one of the angels says.

Michael looks at him with a deadly glare and the angel shuts up. Another angel walks through the front door with a note in his hands.

“Someone opened another portal to drop this note off.”

Michael takes the note from him. It reads “If you want her, come get her”. Michael crumples the paper in his hand angrily and turns to his angels with fire in his eyes.

“If they want a fight, we’re going to give it to them.”

“Sir, this could be a trap.”

“Of course it is. It’s time for Phase 2. Get it ready because Y/N is coming home.”

Just as much as Michael is preparing in his home, Sam and Dean prepare in theirs. You should have known the nice treatment wasn’t going to last. You went from being in the dungeon to eating in the kitchen to being tied up in the library. Michael taught you everything you know about breaking out of rope ties and Sam isn’t that good at tying knots.

There is an angel’s trap right outside of the portal they’ve opened so that when Michael steps through it, he’ll be trapped. He’s been trapped before but it takes some time and a lot of energy to break through but then Sam and Dean will have what they want.

Right on cue, Michael steps through the portal and you break free from your binds. You leap forward to be in his arms but Dean holds you back.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” Micheal yells.

“I’m okay, baby. I’m not hurt,” you reassure him.

“You better let her go.”

“That’s not gonna happen. What is gonna happen is you not going back home. Your reign of terror is done.”

Micheal locks eyes with you and sags his shoulders in defeat. You know this is just a ploy to get them to trust him. Violence and confrontation is and never have been your forte. Whatever Micheal gets himself into, you tend to stay out of. However, this is your business. You hate humans for what they’ve done to him. They all deserve to burn for what they’ve done, and Sam and Dean aren’t any different.

“Let her go home. She has nothing to do with this. She’s innocent,” Micheal negotiates. “I’ll stay here with you if you let her go home.”

“Micheal, no, I don’t want to go home without you,” you say, keeping up the facade.

“It’s going to be okay, love. I want to stay.”

Of course, he does. Phase 2 is starting, otherwise they all would be dead.

“Let her go, Dean,” Sam says.

Sam takes you from his brother and escorts you to the other side of the portal so that Micheal can’t get to you.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll see you soon.”

You step through the portal into your own world and watch as it closes behind you. If he wants to initiate Phase 2, then so be it. You have a lot of work to do.

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[gococogo]

Warming Up

「Synopsis 」 : Dean is left out in the cold and has no one but an angel to keep him warm.

「Word count」 : 912

-> Genre: Supernatural fluff

Paring: Dean Winchester / Castiel

It’s freezing outside and all Dean bought along with him was his jacket. He didn’t expect to be out here this long. Snow falls from the sky and for some reason he’s stuck out here waiting for Sam to return with Baby. He knew it was a bad idea letting Sam take his car. Somehow, he had wormed his way into the driver seat and driven off to drop a woman off at her home after they finished their job. Dean was busy cleaning things up so that’s why Sam wanted to take her back before it got too late. But Dean has finished at the abandoned warehouse, and it’s been two hours. Sam best not be getting laid.

Dean calls his brother’s phone for the tenth time and like the other nine times, it goes to voice mail after a couple of rings. He curses out loud and sits down on a patch of concrete. Only a single, dim streetlight lights up outside of the warehouse and it does jack shit. He looks at his phone again and hovers over Sam’s name, before scrolling up to Castiel’s contact.

He’s freezing his ass off out here. But he doesn’t want to walk off in case Sam comes back with his car. So, he calls Cas and lets it ring. On the third dial, the angel picks up.

“Hello?”

“Cas!” Dean says a little too eager. “Where are you right now?”

“Back at the bunker. Why?” Cas asks, a little worry settling in his gruff voice.

Dean loses what he was going to say, but “I’m stuck,” is all he’s able to manage out.

Castiel hangs up and Dean is left staring at his phone in utter shock. A rustle of feathers has Dean twisting around where he sits to see that the angel has come to him instead. He doesn’t look to be effect by the cold as Dean is and it only reminds the hunter how harsh it is out here. He pulls his jacket closer around him, seeing if it will help. But it doesn’t.  

“Where’s the car?” Cas asks as he looks out.

“Sam has her, was meant to be back awhile ago,” Dean says as his teeth start chattering together.

Castiel walks over to Dean, noticing his shivers and sits down next to him. Dean can feel how warm the angel is, he’s like a goddamn heater of some sorts.

“Can I touch you?” Castiel asks softly.

Every time Cas asks him for consent, it takes Dean by surprise. He thought after the first few times Cas would stop asking, but he hasn’t. Dean nods as he holds onto his jacket tighter. Cas scoots closer and wraps an arm and half of his trench coat around Dean so the heat keeps trapped. Dean keeps seated firm where he is even though the warmth is nice.

“Where is Sam?” Cas asks.

“He’s dropping a woman off at her house. Left me to clean up,” he explains.

“How long ago was that?”

“Two hours ago,” Dean shivers.

Cas holds on him tighter, squeezing his arm. The comfort has Dean leaning into the angel a little bit more.

“You should’ve called me earlier,” the angel argues.

“I’m fine, Cas,” Dean snips back but he finds himself curling further into the angel’s side as a breeze washes over them. “Why are you so fucking warm!?”

“My true form is large and generates a large amount of energy,” Cas answers literally.

Dean only hums at that with his head buried into Castiel’s shirt. He’s so warm that he doesn’t care if Sam comes right now and sees him like this. The physical touch brings such a comfort to Dean he hasn’t felt in ages. A little touch starved? Maybe. Just a little.

Cas brings his other arm around Dean to hold him in place and the hunter completely relaxes. His head is buried under the angel’s arm and it’s warm under here. Dean gives up on his tough act and wraps his arms around Cas’s torso. They stay like this for another half an hour even though Dean’s back started hurting at the angle in the first ten minutes, he didn’t want to move.

Castiel doesn’t mind at all, he’s content. He wishes they could have more moments like this. But, unfortunately all good things come to an end as headlights can be seen cutting through the trees. The engine of the Impala can be heard and Dean is quick to shoot up. The cold hits him painfully in the face and he wishes he could go back to where it’s warm. Back at the bunker.

Sam drives the Impala up to where Dean and Castiel are sitting. He hops out of the car all smug and it only frustrates Dean.

“Where were you!?” Dean asks gruffly as his brother hops out of the car.

“I was dropping Christie off,” Sam argues back.

“Over two hours!?”

Sam shrugs as Dean comes around the drive side of the car. “You’re riding in back, Cas called shotgun,” the older points out as he gets into the driver seat with a frown.

Even though Cas didn’t utter a word of such, Sam doesn’t need to know and Castiel doesn’t say a word to object it.

“What!?” Sam splutters out.

“Driver’s rules, Sammy,” Dean calls.

The younger brother looks to Cas for help, but the angel only shrugs as he hops into the passenger side. Driver’s rules.

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Masterlist coming soon

NAV

[ruinedsam]

If we still get the nephilum arc, after Jack is born, Lucifer heads to the bunker, where there is currently a gathering of Sam and Dean and however many of their friends are still alive at this point/perhaps didn’t die as a result of Sam having an archangel whispering in his ear, and proudly announces that his and Sam’s son is named Jack, when does everyone wish to meet him? “After all, Dean, it’s not every day you become an uncle.” Sam, who has stopped thinking it’s weird that Lucifer is like this about Sam due to how long he’s been dealing with Lucifer and the fact that he absolutely cannot think about this when there is nothing he can do to change it, asks how exactly Sam is the child’s parent while everyone else makes a cacophony of noise, most of which are expletives. Lucifer only addresses Sam, as is typical of him here because at any given moment it is entirely possible Lucifer only registers Sam’s presence and others in the room are window dressing, and informs Sam that due to Vessel Reasons, the child is also Sam’s. Sam visibly shuts down, he can handle a lot but this is a stretch even for him. Castiel decides to set that aside for a later time and asks how Lucifer even got in, the warding should keep out every angel but Castiel; Castiel is the only one other than Sam capable of speech because he is very very aware of how Lucifer is about Sam* and isn’t all that surprised by this. Lucifer scoffs and says that his true vessel is around, no ward can keep him out of a place Sam is in now; this would be because the body Sam is currently in was resurrected while possessed and had Lucifer latch on so tightly he can never be removed. Sam must now contend with the fact that he can never ever escape Lucifer; this is an added layer of tension between him and Castiel because Castiel freed him from the Cage and Cas is someone it’s safe to get angry at but Lucifer is not. Cas visibly blanches when Lucifer explains just why he can get around wards after Sam asks for an explanation, again due to Cas knowing Lucifer’s stance on his vessel. So Sam found out he was a father just minutes before learning Lucifer would never leave him alone; I think there should also be a layer of concern for Sam that Lucifer is not going to let him die or like age, that Lucifer will just freeze him in time because vessels appear to be frozen at the age of possession (Cain’s didn’t age and Castiel told Jimmy he wouldn’t age so ignore that the actor of course aged over the show) and Lucifer told Sam that he’d just bring him back if Sam died. So not only can Lucifer find Sam anywhere in the world, but Sam is growing increasingly worried that Lucifer will not let him go, not even for death. But back to Jack, Jack also considers Sam to be a parent, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why; Lucifer refers to Jack as “their” son all the time. For years, Sam has been trying to differentiate himself from Lucifer and establish that they are separate entities, for all that Sam has found himself needed less and less sleep over the years as he spends more time with an archangel’s grace entwined in his DNA so it looks like soullessness was not the entire reason for the lack of sleep, and then there’s the kid looking at Sam and calling him a father because he feels like Lucifer and maybe Sam will never be able to determine where he ends and Lucifer begins because that point is nonexistent.

Btw, I read this really good fic about what led to Sam saying yes in End-verse, featuring Lucifer telling Sam he would not allow Sam to age or die so Sam could very well live for centuries, and that’s part of the basis. If you’re interested, it’s called “Meteor” by Capsherlocked, you need an account.

*A key thing is that for all Lucifer doesn’t hide that he’s obsessed with Sam, what others see does not begin to let on the full scale of it. Castiel only knows the truth due to the possession, yet even he doesn’t see all of it. 4/4

Lucifer only addresses Sam, as is typical of him here because at any given moment it is entirely possible Lucifer only registers Sam’s presence and others in the room are window dressing

YES YES YES YES YES THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE

The Sam & Jack & Lucifer relationship is so fascinating to me and the great thing about it is that it's really fucked up in any scenario. There is something to be said for the way it is in canon, with Sam becoming a parent of choice to Lucifer's son, and I also really like Jack as Sam's biological son (either via possession or rape & mpreg horror), but Sam as Jack's parent due to true vesselism is also really interesting. It's about how Sam is inextricably bound to Lucifer and can't do anything against that. Jack is the living proof of how deeply, irreversibly enmeshed Sam and Lucifer are (insert sicko laugh here).

Ohh that fic sounds interesting 👀 I marked it for later (though later may be much, much later with the way I currently are about spn fanfic lol), thanks for the rec <3

[stealingdeansgender]

someday i will finish the post-15x18 fic (maybe by next year lmao). but in the meantime i will just keep posting bits of the unfinished draft i scrapped for parts <3

“When someone pulls you outta Hell-.... when they see every part of you, the good, bad, fuckin’ disgusting, for fifteen years, and they tell you that they – they love you, that you changed him–  you have to start questionin’ yourself. Like maybe every time you pushed him away, you wanted him to be closer. Like every prayer turned into a goddamn plea for one person… one fuckin’ angel in a ratty old trenchcoat, who’s your best friend, who loves your brother and all your weird adopted kids, and… you want to keep loving the world the way that he… th-that he…” Sam’s brows lift upward in a swift show of surprise. Whenever he does that, Dean thinks he can still see the mop-headed kid from nineteen-ninety-whatever. Dean doesn’t think he can meet his eyes for too long; there’s too much knowing in them. Too much hurt. Creases form by his eyes as they crinkle, age betraying this otherwise very-Sammy portrayal in front of him. Time has done so much to them. “Don’t,” Dean punctuates. Tries to. “-- don’t start with me.” “I could never really figure it out,” Sam admits, regardless of Dean’s insistence. “I’d kind of lost hope that you would figure it out. Or maybe I was just seeing it wrong, you know? All those angels, demons, whoever… would point out that you two were joined at the hip. They could have easily just been fucking with you. It’s well within their reach to do so. And it’s not like you needed me making it worse –”  (Although he does remember the whole fan-fiction musical debacle. He’ll make fun of Dean again later for it, dust settling and all.) “-- and then I lost Eileen. You lost Cas. I’d never seen you so defeated before, Dean, I didn’t realize they were the same until – until–” Sam pauses, and his features fall. “God, I’m so stupid.” “Never thought I’d get to hear you say it.”  “Shut up.”

[destieltaggedfic]

howdy! I know you’ve mentioned before that you also like asshole/unsupportive sam fics sometimes so I was wondering if you could rec some more? Its hard to search for these cause there isn’t really a tag to go through on ao3

Can I ever! 😃 I've been waiting ages for someone to take me up on that offer. In general there are 2 authors I love who write really good Sam being an entitled asshole both in canonverse or AU. They are thebatmandiaries and AshwinMeird

Four Rings and a One Man Apocalypse – FunnyWings   Ao3

Set S6AU.  After an angel asks for his help in healing Cas after an injury he had, Dean’s isolation in his retired life with Lisa doesn’t work anymore and while he wants to stay out of hunting he wants Cas back in his life, even if Cas is busy fighting a war Dean only just found out about.  

Word Count: 58k                              No Sex

These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins p- BlackUnicorn   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Sam’s life takes a turn when his latest girlfriend leaves him, so he decides to try and find his brother.  He doesn’t expect to find him living in a bunker in Kansas living a very domestic and different life to what he expected.

Word Count: 25k                              No Sex

The Drive - InnocentVash, PaleRedWings   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean got seriously hurt on a hunt and Sam has no time for anything other than keeping Dean alive on the journey back to Bobby’s, especially since he blames Dean’s injury on the recently human Cas.

Word Count: 3k                                 No Sex

champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends – thebatmandiaries   Ao3

Canonverse AU.  The demon didn’t kill Mary, but Dean’s family was never the same again because John started hunting secretly and forced Dean to do so as well, while Sam grew up to be the pampered darling.  As he gets closer to the end of high school Dean is caring less and less about his so-called family and their treatment of him.

Word Count: 72k                              No Sex

Reputation and Redirection - AshwinMeird   Ao3

AU.  Sam’s always known he was the best son and his career is on the up but when he does some illegal stuff on a deal he loses both his job and his wife in quick succession.  With his parents on vacation he feels its Dean’s responsibility to help support him despite them not really having a relationship since they were teenagers.  Dean’s not so keen on that idea though.

Word Count: 26k                                Non-Graphic Sex

Small Everyday Deeds – Featherthief   Ao3

Set S13 AU.  3 years ago baby Jack was born and in the action of the day, Cas was left human and Dean had a shattered leg that never recovered.  Now they are living in a small town where everyone believes they are married and Sam has finally come to visit.  But there seems to be something different about them and he’s determined to find out what it is.  But it wasn’t easy for Dean to get where he is today. (This is included here because I absolutely HATE the way Sam treats Dean in this fic especially when he starts dictating what Dean must do in the aftermath of the injury)

Word Count: 297k                            Non-Graphic Sex

[fleamontsoleil]

Hello people!

My name's Kordian.

I'm a guy who fell in love with stories at a young age, and decided to make their life about them.

I’m a genderqueer, bisexual mess born on april 15th, which makes me:

an aries

using they/he pronouns,

coming from poland, 

speak polish, english and basic german, spanish, french and danish, which means i can wish you a happy birthday and order coffee, and also talk about the weather and describe my outfit, but i will not get into the depths of quantum physics. 

i’m also autistic.

more info lower!

Other random things about me:

i love writing

lemons, ginger, cinnamon, pears, pasta

i have a sweet tooth

i’m getting back into drawing and watercolour painting

i love flowers, my favourite one being a carnation

i’m basically 24/7 in headphones, music always on

i like learning new languages (if you haven’t figured that out yet)

i enjoy reading, watching movies and tv shows

i can play on ukulele and i’m getting better at guitar and bass

i love stickers and pins

kinda obsessed with angels and religious symbolism while being an atheist, idk how i did that

i can trauma dump without realising, sorry for that

i love sticking things to my walls

and also telling stories

travelling

coffee

chocolate

green

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On this blog, I reblog/post things related to writing and relatable things I see. Sometimes share a snippet of my writing or freak about an idea I'm having. I’m thinking about separating this side blog into two, one for fanfic (this one), and one for my original work (with my pen name) but idk. Maybe when I have more time.

What do I write?

I write mostly fiction and fantasy, usually gory.

I write things that are inspired by things I know. I have a great imagination, which sometimes is not so fun, but when I write it's really useful. I can sit in any place and make it into a story.

All my works include queer representation.

Some of my works might be graphic, but I will put trigger warnings before any of them.

My current works:

If it comes to longer WIPs, I am used to working on one/two at once, but giving it my whole attention for the time of writing. Even though I can read seven books at once, I can't write them at once.

I also write a lot of short stories, but I will not be listing them here.

"The Tangled Sun" (working title) - a fantasy novel (1st dratf) tag: wip : tts queer, pirates, magic

"Darksun" (working title) - a post apocalyptic novel(1st draft) tag: wip : darksun angels, queer, gore

Fanfiction:

All of Us, Strangers - an AOUS deancas AU 24,095 words “How do you cope?” he asks. “With what?” “Listen?” he says, almost asks, and sticks the hand with the bottle up, one finger pointing at the ceiling. Dean doesn’t hear anything. The silence fills the entire space. “It’s so quiet,” he says, and his voice is slightly broken up, as if he’s mourning the sound that isn’t present. “The city’s out there, but we can’t hear a fucking thing.” Castiel leans even closer, as if he was about to tell Dean his deepest, darkest secret, and Dean backs away. His hand tightens on the doorknob. “I play music, but it’s worse when it ends. I even bought one of those white-noise machines. It’s like someone’s in the corner of the room, whispering about me. We can’t even open the windows, but I guess they don’t want us to jump.” he pauses for a while. “Bad for business. Broken bodies on the concrete. Who’s gonna move in then?” he asks, but he doesn’t expect an answer.

Dean Cas Big Bang fic - estimated word count 30k

on the road - WHICH IS A WORKING TITLE - estimated word count is 60k After John dies, Dean has no more reasons to be trapped in his hometown. With the encouragement of his friends and family, he hits the road, where he meets new people and learns new things about himself, finally being able to explore himself as much as he always wanted to. Not having to hide, being able to just be his own person is something he didn't know he would ever be able to do. Little does he know, it's only the beginning of the good things to happen.

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[pussypopstiel]

Cas gets his memory wiped and de-aged in s9 when hes human by a witch who was payed off by an angel who was an ally of cas as a form of “saving him” because if he doesn’t remember hes an angel and if he doesn’t look like he usually does then hes safer from the other angels. So when the gadreel situation gets sorted out dean goes looking for cas only to find out that he just never showed up to the gas n sip one day dean obviously goes crazy.

Dean and sam are looking for him for like a year until they randomly finds cas with a group of other young homeless people hitchhiking in a group or like all packed into a car that they live in together and deans obviously like “we have to get cas back” but sams thinking “okay so he has friends whod miss him and a life hes built even if its not a steady one so we have to approach this delicately” and dean understands until he sees one of the people in cas’s group call him his best friend and maybe kiss him on the cheek and then dean just cant help that all he sees is red.

He ends up following cas and kidnapping him in the middle of the night and taking him to the bunker while sams asleep. Cas obviously is terrified of this guy who has a stone cold face and isnt answering any of his questions no matter how intriguing he is and thinks hes gonna kill him. When sam gets back to the bunker he sees them and he argues that cas is terrified of them to which deans like “it dosent matter anyways hes gonna remember us and this is gonna be all fine again.” It takes a while to reverse the spell and stuff and then cas is evidently Not fine.

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 4

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2417

Chapter warnings: some violence, language

A/N:  I know it has been AGES since I wrote, i'm trying to get back into it. I know nothing really exiting happens in this chapter but it is one of the most complicated stories I have done and it needs some building. I really hope you like it!

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“The truth, Dean.”

Those words keep coming back to me. What truth? About what she did or does Heaven know more than they let on?

We kept researching but it’s useless, aside from the codex we have nothing on her. But something about her bugs me. Not only that her smells seem to linger everywhere I go, but I think that I have been sleeping better because of her, how? I have no idea...

“I think we need to go to Heaven and see what is up there.” Sam interrupts my thoughts.

“I asked Cas to look into it. He’s been gone for days. You think he’s alright?” I start, “What if Heaven doesn’t want Cas to tell us and they kept him?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if they did that.” Sam sighs, “We can summon him.”

“Let’s do that.”

While Sam and I prepare the summoning my mind keeps wandering to my dreams.

Tonight was different, normally it’s just me on my back floating and these phantom hands that gently touch my face and chest.

Tonight I could have sworn I felt lips too, gently pressing against my cheeks and neck, and there was this soft rain, I felt gentle drops falling on my face.

“Dean?” Sam pulls my head from the clouds.

“Huh what?” I look at him.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it.”

“I’m good, I was just thinking, do you…” I look up at him and wait for him to stop messing with the sigils for the summoning, “Do you smell jasmine too?”

“What? No I smell chalk.” He says while holding up the white piece of chalk.

“I don’t mean now, but just in general.”

“No? Why?”

“Nothing, just forget it and let’s get our angel back.” I sigh.

We do the summoning and Cas appears right in the circle we have drawn.

“Cas!” My eyes widen and I run to him when I see the state he is in.

He collapses to the floor just when I reach him, his nose is bleeding, his lip is split, he has numerous cuts on his cheek and his entire face is bruised.

“What the hell happened!” I demand when Sam and I help him sit up on a chair.

“H-Heaven” He grunts out, “I found out what happened and they didn’t want you to know, so they kept me. Until your summoning forced me out.”

“Why wouldn’t they want us to know! We’re trying to help them.” Sam grunts out while getting a first aid kit for Cas.

“They don’t want humans like you to interfere with their business.” Cas says.

“Assholes” I groan, “What did she do?”

“She created an anomaly in the time line.”

“What?”

“She went back in time and did something, I don’t know what. And Heaven wants to fix what she did but she is not letting them do it.”

“Do you know what she did?” I ask him.

He shakes his head, “I’m not even sure Heaven knows what happened. But it explains the world wide blast, messing with time line has a worldwide effect.”

I fall back in my chair, “can’t we ever catch a fucking break?”

“What now?” Sam starts “We can’t fix it, what are the consequences of what she did?”

“Heaven doesn’t want to wait and find out the consequences.” He grunts and stands up “I need to go back in time and see for myself.” He hoists himself up but he’s barely able to stand on his own.

“Woah woah take it easy.” I say as I help him sit back down, “You can barely stand, let alone time travel. Come just” I push him back in the chair and he lets himself sit with a rough exhaled breath “Rest for now. I’m sure her army isn’t ready yet.”

“We don’t know that.” Sam says.

“I think we would notice if an army of the death was walking the Earth.” I remark.

Sam is giving me a look, a dirty one. Like when we were younger and I was hiding an injury and got a heavy infection, he’s giving me that same look. Angry but worried.

“What.” I snap at him.

“Why do act like this when it comes to her?” he asks.

“What?” I frown “What the hell are you talking about!”

“I’m talking about how you tried  to stop a freaking bullet for her!”

I knew this was coming, ever since I did that Sam had been giving me wary glances.

“It was just instinct! I reacted to the sound!” I walk closer to him and throw my hands up in frustration, “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’ve been around guns your whole life! You have never had this instinct before so it’s bullshit, and what about your dreams? You really expect me to believe she miraculously backed off?” Sam half yelled.

“Yes! I have no control over them and I’m sure you would notice when I have nightmares again. Get off my back, Sam. We’re supposed to fight her. Not each other.” I quip back.

“I… yeah I’m sorry, nothing here just makes sense” Sam starts, “We need to know what she did in the past.”

“Once I regain my strength, I can find out.” Cas says from the chair he is slumped in.

I nod and go sit next to him and pat him on the shoulder “Rest first.”

“Why help us?” I wonder to Rowena.

“Because I care for Earth, you nimwit” Rowena says to me.

“And you’re sure this will work?” Sam is holding the list of ingredients with the spell to capture The Raven on it.

“I guess, you’ll have to just trust me, Samuel”

“What about ‘not risking’ your neck. This sounds exactly like that.” I look at Rowena.

She’s become an ally to us. Knowing the Queen of Hell definitely has it’s perks. Funny how she used to be our enemy. She and Sam get along well, despite the fact that Sam killed her.

“Raising an army of the dead will stop the souls from entering Hell, my kingdom is on the line here. I wouldn’t earn to be Queen if I didn’t protect it. And I will hide when she arrives.” She smirks, “She might be the Queen of Death but I am the Queen of Hell, I have some tricks up my sleeve.”

“Cas has enough power to find some of these ingredients, I will give him the list” Sam says, he leaves to bring the list to Cas’s room.

Rowena is looking at me, actually she’s been looking at me since she arrived.

“What?” I ask her.

“Are you feeling well, Winchester?” she comes closer and looks me over, frowning a little while doing so.

“Yes? Why?”

“I don’t know… there’s something different about you, something feels off.”

“Different? Like what? Am I dying? Is it my soul?” I get worried, I have felt a little off recently, nothing bad, actually, it felt even good, very good. The ‘too good to be true’ kind of thing.

“I can’t put my finger on it… it started when you met the Raven? How do you feel?” she asks me.

“Yes, around that time, I feel… good. Really good.” I answer.

“Well, if it is good, there is nothing to worry about.” She shrugs.

Sam and Cas come back, carrying all the ingredients. Boxes and bottles of weird fluids and dust and even some bones.

Man, I hate withes.

“Oh you have everything already?” I say.

“Yes, so let’s do this.” Sam starts, “I don’t want to wait any longer, she needs to be dealt with, now.”

He sounds so determined to end her. I don’t think trapping her here is the smartest idea. She could bring this whole place down. Our home… I don’t want to lose it.

And the warning she gave me keeps haunting me, what truth, what is she hiding?

“Everyone ready?” Sam announces.

“I guess” I say a little unsure.

Rowena preforms the spell and disappears, the whole bunker starts shaking. The circle made of German forest herbs starts to burn wildly.

“Sam! End it!” I scream over the chaos.

“No! she’s almost here!” Cas yells back.

With a big blast, she arrives. Hunched in the middle of the circle. Her sleek long black hair is shielding her face. Her pale skin looks even more white against the concrete floor of the bunker.

I hear Sam draw in a sharp breath, and I realize, he never saw her in the flesh. He takes a step back when she rises and aims her empty eye sockets at us.

“You fools” her seethes at us, her voice sounds like a thousand voices in one. My entire body shivers at the sound of it.

“I am done warning you” she walks, no floats, to the edge of the circle, easily going over the herbs and going straight towards Sam.

Sam staggers back and he’s paler than I have ever seen him before. She reaches for him, but I push her sideways before she can.

“Don’t touch him, bitch” I stand in front of my little brother.

“Always protecting Sammy, daddy really beat that into your head, huh?” she mocks.

How does she know that… I told no one about the abusive behavior of my dad, not even Sam.

“Get the fuck back” I warn her, no one touches Sammy, especially not witches.

“Or what? You’re powerless against me, so is your angel and don’t think I can’t smell that Hell bitch Rowena.” She looks behind me at Sam “besides, Sam’s the only one I haven’t met yet. The vessel of Satan, how does it feel to be made for evil, Sammy?”

I push her, she doesn’t move one inch, but she does step back, in shock.

“DON’T touch me!” she spits at me.

“Don’t get near my brother and I won’t have to. Now can we act like adults or are you going to keep acting like a bitch?” I cross my arms over my chest and try to look not intimidated, but I am. She’s terrifying as fuck.

She straightens fully and looks me in the eyes with her empty sockets. Shivers spread over every inch of my skin. Where is her other body? The pretty one.

“Why summon me, knowing you have no way of protecting yourself.” she begins, “I warned you enough, feel my consequences.”

She clenches her fist and all three of us, even Cas, fall on our knees. The pain is like nothing I’ve felt before, it’s burning and stabbing at the same time.

“Stop!” Rowena appears with her hands raised, purple magic lifting the pain in our intestines slightly. But it is still unbearable.

“Let them go.” Rowena says, “Stop this now.”

“Or what?” she tilts her head at Rowena while dropping her fist. The pain evaporates and I can breathe again.

“You’ll hurt me? You’re no match for me Rowena. Stay out of this or I’ll take Hell down too.”

“What did you do to the timeline” Cas grunts out.

Her head snaps towards Cas, she briskly walks over to him and lifts him up in the air by his shirt. She’s extremely strong.

“How do you know that.” She snaps at him.

“Because you did a sloppy job, bitch.” I say. “What did you do? Made yourself powerful? Stole something or killed someone?”

She drops Cas and looks at all of us. “The smart move is to back off,” she looks at me, “You won’t like what you find.”

“The truth? And what is that exactly?” I say.

She’s looking at me, but I can’t read her expression. The eyes tell so much about a person. I often use the eyes of people to read them, to see if they’re lying or afraid. But with her, It is impossible.

“None of you wants to know. Trust me”

“Trust you?” Sam scoffs “You’re raising an army of the dead to march against Heaven. How is that in our interest?”

“Heaven is a liar and evil. You all have enough experience to know that!” she screams in frustration, “I am wasting my time here.”

“If Heaven is the bad guy here, why not let us help you?” maybe allying with her could prevent a war.

From the look Sam is giving me he thinks I am crazy, and maybe I am a little. She could be speaking the truth, Heaven has betrayed us many times. What makes it different this time?

“You help me?” she starts laughing “You hunters are nothing but ants underneath my feet.”

She looks each of us down, ending on me “I hate all of you.”

“Then why not kill us? You keep warning us, all bark but no bite.” I step closer to her, because I noticed that in fact, she doesn’t kill us. Hurt, yes. But never kill.

Her mask of horror witch slips and I see her clenching her jaw in frustration. A first sight of real emotion on her side. Meaning, she won’t kill us.

“You need us witch bitch?” I lean closer to her and that jasmine smell is wrapping around my body, making me smile.

“I do not.”

“But you can’t kill us.” I grin “So your threats are empty.”

My first mistake was laughing at her, my second was standing so close to her.

Her hand snaps out and grips my neck, her nails digging into my skin, drawing blood. She lifts me up in the air. My hands grasp her hand, trying to lessen the pressure and pulling myself up so I can breathe. In the corner of my eye I see Sam and Cas moving towards me.

“One more move and I snap his neck like a twig, I’ll deal with the consequences” she says to them but keeps her face on me.

She brings my face so close that her nose is touching mine, and I have a feeling she wants to pull me even closer.

Probably to feel me choke and see the fear in my eyes better.

“You are not stopping me from ripping that place out of the sky and burning it down. I don’t care who gets caught in the crossfire. They deserve to burn for what they took from me.” Her eyebrows lift up a little at that last sentence, as if she didn’t mean to let that information slip.

She drops me to the floor and when I catch my breath to look at her, she’s gone.

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