#Destiel fic

[dykeydean]

hi. DSM-V (they made five dick sucking manuals?). this is finished now. you should read it. heart

[its-pluto]

Someone HELP the devil’s whispering in my ear and telling me to write a Stanford DeanCas fic.

Dad lasted a whole six months without skipping out on Dean after Sam left. Six months. Which is more time than Dean’s ever stayed in one place after Mom died, but less than the amount of time it took Cas to walk into Dean’s life afterwards. So it’s fine, really.

[noxemma]

Me (rereading a forgotten WIP): wait omg I actually love those lines. Did I actually write that? Wait what do you mean it’s not done? Where is the rest?!?

Me (barging into my brain): where is it?! Where’s the brain cell that wrote this?

Me (hides handcuffs behind back): I just want to chat, i’m not going hold it hostage or anything

Anyway here are the lines:

1. “You’ve never been in love, Cas. You might find a more profound bond.”

Cas doesn’t correct Dean. Because how do you tell the man you remade, the man you pulled from hell, the man you rebelled for, the man you’ve fought with and for, the man you died for that you’ve been in love with him the whole time. That every action and reaction, every angry word and bad decision, every misguided attempt to help, every death and necessary evil, every good thing you’ve done since you met him (even before you knew what it was) was tainted with your love for him.

2. But he knows that Cas needs this right now, needs to feel helpful more than Dean needs one less ghost of what could have been.

[winchester-reload]

Art for the lovely fic “And Now We Live” by WhatWeDoInTheDark (aka @pattywinchester). Head over to Ao3 and show the author some love!!

Thanks for letting me make some art for it, my friend. And thank you for your lovely words 💓

[clairenatural]

Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long. 

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.” 

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.

[vendettasfanfictioning]

Missed opportunity to have Castiel try to communicate with Dean again using his Trueform except this time, it actually works because 1) Cas has healed Dean enough times for his Grace to recognize Dean, and 2) with Cas' Grace depleting as it is, it wouldn't do as much damage as, say, make Dean's ears bleed, like the last time it happened.

And then Sam walks into the room, that's still shaking and breaking from the power of Cas' voice, and he's fucking decimated he's on the floor yelling what the fuck is happening while Dean's sitting on the bed, mid-laugh because Cas just said the funniest shit ever or something idk he's whipped.

[destiel-wings]

does anyone know a fic like this???

[caught-a-dragonfly]

Take The Long Way Home

A story by sidewinder | @hawkland With art by me made for @deancaspinefest!

[pattywinchester]

Thank you, @marz-rm for creating this for my fic

[nights-ofren]

First ever fan art, please be kind 🤍

Dean Winchester from my Tattoo shop AU coming out soon (7 out of 13 chapters have been written) ✨

[hornystiel]

read here

3,9k, explicit, That One Fic With Wing Kink ;)

[deancaspinefest]

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[gaytedlasso]

A portal from the Empty opens up, as Dean emerges with Cas half-conscious and leaning on his shoulder. Unable to bear another step, Cas crumbles to the floor, bringing Dean down on top of him. The portal closes with a crash, and a silence settles in the room.

Cas' chest heaves below him, but Dean can't even take a breath. Cas. Cas is- he's here. He may be covered in Empty goo but he's here. Cas is home. His eyes flutter open and Dean slowly pulls them both up to a sitting position. Cas looks up in exhausted disbelief. Dean's gonna say it. He has to say it. He has to say the words that have been inflating in his ribs and threatening to burst.

"You stupid son of a bitch. Of course I love you." And before he can lose his nerve, Dean grabs Cas by the face and kisses him so hard he's sure that he'll taste blood any second.

Dean pulls away from Cas and finally takes the breath he's been struggling to inhale this whole time - instantly leaving his lungs the moment he opens his eyes to see Cas' face.

Cas looks stunned, maybe horrified. His face goes through the entire spectrum of emotions so quickly that it makes it all indecipherable. Tears in his eyes are so close to falling Dean isn't sure how they're still holding on. His mouth hangs open but not a single word comes out. Oh no. He doesn't want this. He regrets it. He sh--

Any thoughts of doubt were squashed immediately as Cas grips Dean by the shoulders and kisses him like his life depends on it.

It may be their second kiss, but it feels like their first. It's warm and soft and tender. Dean simulationeously relaxes and feels every inch of his body light up as Cas moves his hand to rest in his hair, empty goo be damned.

If he's honest, it feels like love.

~

Finale, what finale?

I only know the post Empty rescue makeout scene

[valleydean]

CHAMPION

Posting begins 4/13/2024 Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read parts I & II on ao3 | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

[vendettasfanfictioning]

TOP TIER destiel dialogue, set post-confession and they're finally talking about what cas said; cas keeps deflecting with, "I know you don't want me/love me that way," and dean's about to burst a vein, "you don't know anything!" then he just kisses cas before he says something worse.