#I WAS CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT THE FIRST FEW DESTIEL FICS ON AO3 WERE

[theghostfrommars]

HAS ANYONE NOTICED THIS????

(FROM THE FIRST EVER DESTIEL FIC ON AO3)

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this is a very common phrase and i’m 99% sure it was a coincidence and nothing more BUT, if i may clown as i am fully aware of how foolish i may look,

it’s like the fanfic writing tip to take a quote from canon and put it in a completely different context to make it more meaningful, except in reverse.

and dean really was the most selfless, loving human being cas had ever known. poetic cinema.

this is not the first ever destiel fanfiction to be posted on the internet, but what an incredible way of saying that destiel would not have made it that far to becoming canon without the fandom surrounding it.

by the way, the fic ends with dean and cas going to a roadhouse in heaven. do with that what you will.

[saphhicwitchbitch]

Destiel

I have just been reminded that supernatural is a literal book series in the cannon universe and fanfiction does exist. So what if Cas one day is on the internet, and lets say he is doing research about a city in England, which is called Winchester, and he happens across the book series. Naturally he gets curious and wants to read more. But real books aren’t free on the internet, so he comes across a site called ao3 with all this information on the Winchesters. He thinks that he must of course read it because he is grateful for any opportunity to get to know the boys better. 

On the journey he discovers lots of destiel. And he gets confused because he doesn’t understand the concept of fanfiction and of course dean can’t really be felling this stuff for him. Never in Cas’s wildest fantasies would dean ever love him back.

So he confronts him about it.

At first dean is confused because Cas is making no sense. Cas gets frustrated and turns his laptop to Dean and just wildly gestures to the screen. Dean reads it and gets all flustered because ao3 writers really have an amazing way with words and explaining Deans feelings. He looks up and Cas asks if this is true. So dean freaks out a little and explains the concept of fanfiction to Cas. Cas understands and then gets a bit sad because he had been expecting that Dean wouldn’t feel that way about him. But he accidently (upon reading many fanfics) let himself hope it may be true. Dean sees this and asks Cas why he is sad, and in a moment of bravery Cas lets slip about how good and happy he felt reading about Dean loving him back. Dean is surprised and does his silent broody thing. Because of this, Cas thinks he made a mistake saying what he did and goes to leave the bunker. But Dean stops him, stumbles over a few words, gets frustrated with himself, then tells Cas to sit down for a second. Cas does, he can never deny Dean. Dean goes to Cas’ computer and does some furious typing before putting it in front of Cas. Loaded up is another fanfic that’s only a one shot, and Dean tells Cas to read it. 

Cas does. 

When he is finished he looks at Dean confused. This fic was mostly an inner monologue of Dean’s about how much he loves Cas and everything he feels for him. Dean takes in his confusions and smiles, then he says,

“I am bad with words, so I thought it would be easier to let this tell you how I feel”

Turns out Dean actually does love Cas and for a few years now he has been reading fanfic to comfort him because he never believed his love for Cas would ever be returned.

But he was wrong. They were both wrong. 

They can both be happy together after all. 

[babyboywilson]

Tinsel and Tourists (A Hallmark Christmas Fic) Chapter Seventeen

Word Count: 1,047

Dean’s POV

Link to ao3 / Link to masterpost

“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of Sam’s mouth when Dean got out of the Impala at the crime scene.

“Seriously, I’m gonna be lucky if Cas ever talks to me again. That’s twice now I’ve bailed on him because of this case,” Dean said, sucking in a deep breath as an image of Cas’ hurt expression flashed through his mind as they ducked under the police tape and flashed their FBI badges. “The sooner I can rip this thing apart, the better.”

“Ripping might not work. Burning, though, that just might,” Sam said, raising an eyebrow before motioning for Dean to follow him into the woods and away from the PD gathered around a body they were zipping up into a bag.

“Alright, what do you know? What did you and Bobby dig up? And please say whatever it is can be killed quickly and efficiently.”

Sam threw Dean a curious look as they crunched through the compacted snow. “What’s the rush?”

“I might have told Cas I’d meet him at the diner after we were done here.”

“Dude, seriously? Come on. You know better than to make empty promises. I don’t even know if we can track this thing down tonight, let alone kill it within a time window.”

Dean sighed, moving to tuck his gun comfortably into the back of his waistband just in case he needed it. “I know. But Cas is-”

“Different? Yeah, I gathered as much,” Sam said. And then, softer: “You’re falling for him, aren’t you?”

Ignoring the question, Dean replied, “If you’re about to give me the ‘no attachments and don’t care about anyone’ spiel, I’m going to stab you in the face.”

“Dean,” Sam said cautiously.

“I know, Sam! You think I don’t already know? That I haven’t been thinking about it every second of every minute over the last few days. But I can’t help fall-” Dean cut himself off violently. When he spoke up again, it was with a longing tone. “It’s too late. It’s already happened.”

When Dean glanced out of the corner of his eye to look over at Sam, he could see the way his brother took in a sharp breath. Whether in surprise, disappointment, or approval, Dean wasn’t sure. Before he could ask, they’d stepped out into a clearing.

Jumping at the chance to change the topic, Dean spun around, taking in the scenery. “Okay, what is this?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he saw it; the tree trunk shaped conveniently like a rounded altar, and the dried rusty stains that had dripped down the bark, bleaching the crisp snow a dark crimson.

“Sacrificial altar,” he muttered.

“Uh huh,” Sam said, moving closer to the ring of trees. “Tell me, what’s something you’ve seen around here a lot? More than you’ve ever seen growing in one place before.”

Dean pondered the thought for a second, eyebrows scrunching together as he searched for something out of the ordinary besides extreme Christmas decorations and bright blue eyes that had Dean weak at the knees. It was actually thoughts of Cas that triggered the answer. “Mistletoe,” he said, looking up at the massive tree that stood tall and proud next to the tree trunk altar; the tree absolutely covered in mistletoe in more bunches than Dean had ever seen in his life.

“Any idea what trees are around here?”

Dean shook his head.

“Oak. The whole town is basically overrun by them. And almost every single tree is bursting with mistletoe. I noticed it earlier, when I took a break from researching while you were out with Cas. Thought it was just the one tree outside the motel; turns out it’s all of them. So I called Bobby-”

“And? What did he say?” Dean urged.

“Well, we were able to narrow it down to something Celtic. Which fits with our theory of sacrificing for a God as opposed to actually being a God. Bobby needed more details about what the vic looked like after being killed, which was what I was on my way to do when the Sheriff called and told me about Ollie’s body being found.”

“Celtic? Why does that sound familiar?” Dean asked, voice trailing off as he wracked his brain, slowly pacing across the snow. Celtic. Celtic. Celtic. Sacrificial killings. Small town. Winter solstice.

“Dad’s journal. I think there might be something in there. I’m sure I’ve seen the word Celtic when I’ve been flicking through it,” Dean said, turning to look at Sam.

“Where is it?”

“In the Impala,” Dean said, already turning on his heel to walk back the way they’d come. Try as hard as he might, he just couldn’t bring the page in the journal into clarity in his mind’s eye. But he knew there was something there. Something about the mistletoe was ringing a bell, and Dean was determined to figure it out.

The sooner he figured it out, the sooner he could get back to Cas and kiss the daylights out of him; solely to prove to Cas that he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Okay, and maybe because Dean had fast become addicted to the taste of Cas’ lips against his own. Yeah. It was definitely too late; he was well past falling at this point. He was utterly besotted by Cas. Well and truly love-sick. God. How much longer until he could see Cas again?

As soon as they got to the Impala, Dean yanked open the glove compartment with shaking hands as he pulled out the journal. Flicking through the pages, Dean skimmed each entry, looking for-

“There, right there,” Sam said, hand darting out to catch a page before Dean moved onto the next one; his finger hovering over the word Celtic.

Darting his eyes across the page, he saw the little sketch of another tree stump altar, almost identical to the one they’d just left in the clearing. Scratched next to it were the words: Irish, mistletoe, oak, ritualistic human sacrifices, blood omens, sinners.

Tracking along the page as fast as he could, Dean finally caught the word he was looking for. “That’s it,” he said, tapping the page with his fingertip as everything clicked into place with startling clarity. “That’s what we’re hunting.”

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[expectingtofly]

completely, perfectly, incandescently happy

803 words

also posted on ao3

despite reading the book in high school, I didn’t see Pride and Prejudice (2005) until last week and oh boy what a movie. as soon as Darcy walked into the ball with a scowl on his face, I was done for. ofc, it seems I can’t appreciate any media now without relating it back to destiel so please enjoy this piece of fluffy nonsense I came up with :)

Dean had already sworn Castiel to secrecy. Twice. The bunker was quiet because Sam and Jack were out running errands, which meant they didn’t have to worry about any witnesses. The Dean Cave door was shut and locked.

No one was ever going to know Dean Winchester willingly watched a chick flick romance movie, not if he could help it.

As soon as Sam’s car had left the garage, he and Castiel had retreated into the Dean Cave and put on the movie—but only after Dean put up the appropriate amount of resistance. In truth, he was kind of curious, and Castiel had wanted to see it, so he didn’t take much convincing.

Either way, against all odds, Pride and Prejudice was now playing on his TV.

Dean could lie and complain that the movie was just as sappy as he’d anticipated and that he’d been half-asleep since the opening credits… but he didn’t want to talk over the dialogue.

Okay, yes, he’d admit it, he was paying attention to the plot. And maybe—though he’d deny this to his dying day—just maybe, he was actually really enjoying the movie. He didn’t know how much of that had to do with the fact that both Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen were extremely attractive, but he was going to blame his feelings on their faces and not on the idea that maybe he didn’t hate romances as much as he pretended to.

They were nearing the end of the film now. Lizzie couldn’t sleep so she went for a walk outside, moping about Darcy. But who should be walking over but Darcy himself? Striding across the moors, coat blowing in the wind, music swelling, fog and everything—

“Fuck, he’s hot,” Dean found himself saying aloud. He was laying with his head in Castiel’s lap, and he felt Castiel’s fingers slow their movement through his hair. He looked up to see the slightest frown creasing Castiel’s brow. “Objectively, I mean,” he added.

Castiel smiled a little. “He is very attractive. Objectively.”

“That’s kind of what you did,” Dean said, looking back at the TV. Darcy was still walking towards Lizzie—how long did it fucking take to walk a few feet? Not that it wasn’t incredibly dramatic, hot, and, okay, fine, romantic. “When you first showed up in your vessel and walked into that barn.”

“Except Elizabeth has the decency to not to shoot at Darcy.”

“Okay, touché.”

Darcy had finally reached Lizzie’s side. Time for a sappy love confession. Dean was only half-listening, his mind still stuck on seeing Castiel for the first time. The way Castiel had approached him, looking at him with eyes bluer than anything, his hair tousled—or, Dean would say tousled, if he was in a romance movie. Holy fuck, was his life a chick flick romance? A grimy, violent, bloody one, but still.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” Darcy said, drawing Dean back to the present. Dean scoffed, because that line was sappy. Not because he needed to scoff for appearance’s sake and to hide the way his heart might be melting. Gross.

“I doubt my entrance was as “hot” as Darcy’s,” Castiel commented, lifting his hand to make air quotes.

“What?” Dean pulled his eyes from the screen where Lizzie and Darcy were staring at each other. Just kiss already, for fuck’s sake.

He realized Castiel was still talking about their first meeting on Earth. “Wait, are you kidding me?” He sat up to look at Castiel. “You had your trench coat billowing in the wind and everything. And you were staring me down the whole time, all serious and intense. Not to mention you flashed your wings and pulled a knife out of your chest.”

Castiel grinned. “It was very dramatic. But in my defense, I was trying to impress someone.”

“Oh, really?” Shifting, he draped a leg over Castiel’s, pressing their sides together.

Castiel rested his hand on Dean’s thigh. “Yes.”

“Who, Bobby?” he asked because he wanted to hear Castiel say it.

“No, someone else.” Lifting his hand, Castiel traced Dean’s jawline. “Someone a lot more attractive than Darcy.”

Dean rolled his eyes because he was essentially legally required to roll his eyes at anything sappy, even if he was fighting back a smile. “Well, you also scared me shitless, so good work with that.”

“But it was hot, correct?” Castiel pressed.

“Yeah, it was. Extremely.” And maybe this movie had cast a spell on him because he added, “You bewitched me, body and soul.”

“That’s very sappy,” Castiel said with a smile as he took Dean's hand and intertwined their fingers together.

Dean tugged him closer. “Don’t you dare ever tell anyone I said that.”

And they were kissing by the time Darcy and Lizzie had their first kiss.

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[bettsfic]

march pinned: ending the sex project

in the march edition of my lowkey writing-related newsletter, in addition to my writing-related post roundup and upcoming consultation availability, i have personal essay recommendations and a segment on the definition of a project!

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fuck february, amiright?

i thought january was bad. but february. february was the stuff of nightmares. my cousin passed away from covid (you can read about her here; she was really an amazing person and i feel so lucky to have known her). i was finally formally diagnosed with PCOS (bittersweet, i guess). my car broke down. i took two (2) days off and it took me two and a half weeks to get caught up again. i can only hope march treats us all a little more gently.

the good news is, i finished revisions on my short story collection to send to my agent, finished workshop submissions for the semester, and now i can return to my first love, fanfiction. that i am constantly working through original fiction to return to fanfiction has been making me think a lot about the nature of a creative, capital-p Project. so, this month’s BTALA (been thinkin a lot about) is going to inspect the concept of a “project.”

new resource

last month i unveiled a folder of my favorite short stories which i’m pleased to hear several of you have perused and gotten some inspiration from. this month i’ve compiled my favorite personal essays. there are fewer essays than there are short stories because i’ve broken them into two groups: personal and craft. next month i hope to have the craft essays compiled.

i’m always looking for more things to love, so if you have recommendations for your favorite short stories and essays, i’d be happy to hear them!

writing-related posts

how to physically maneuver the revision process

the difference between M and E ratings of fic

resources for worldbuilding (check out the reblogs for more!)

a couple syntax/prose book recs

how to break a long work into chapters

march availability

unfortunately i have to cut my coaching hours down a bit, so i don’t have any openings left in march, but i have some availability in april. if you’re interested in a writing consultation, please fill out this google form!

you can learn more about my services on my carrd.

what i’m into rn

for the past year, i’ve basically been trapped in a 10x10 room, and my health is definitely reflecting that, both mentally (does anyone else feel like they’re living in groundhog day? just, every day being exactly the same except fractionally worse than the day before??) and physically (i reorganized the kitchen and could barely move for two days).

reader, i have discovered something called “walking,” in which i put on real human shoes and go outside. it feels strange, bestial. neighbors wave hello to me. a harrowing experience.

while doing this, this walking, i’ve been listening to the lolita podcast which a friend recommended to me, a ten-episode series that dives into everything lolita: the novel itself, its context, adaptations, greater cultural responses, and — as a sticker on my laptop says — vladimir “russian dreamboat” nabokov. as far as i can tell it seems well-researched and presents the many perspectives of lolita in a fair way. i’m only a few eps in, but i’m entranced so far. highly recommended if you, like me, have a complicated relationship with lolita.

i’ve also found myself mildly addicted to a mobile otome game called obey me, which. look i know it’s like the definition of cringe but it’s also mind-numbingly fun and if i want to spend my minimal free time pretending 7 demon brothers are all vying for my affection then that’s between me and god. it’s a lot of what i loved about WoW: frequent events, bright colors, a daily to do list of simple but satisfying tasks, many many rewards, and it doesn’t take itself very seriously. and if i have 4k fic written of mammon/reader that’s nobody’s business but mine and my longsuffering ao3 subscribers.

i’m telling you this because i don’t know anyone else who plays it and am desperate to trade headcanons. so if you play, or start playing, hit me up!! i will give u mad tips and daily AP.

been thinkin a lot about

the project. the project. even the word “project.” PROject (noun). proJECT (verb). what is the project? “project” comes from the latin pro and jacare which means “to throw forward,” or projectum which means “something prominent.” a projector throws forward an image. to project onto something means to throw your perspective onto something else. to embark on a project is to make something prominent in your life. the concept of “the projects” comes from public housing projects, the government throwing forward affordable housing.

what is the project? in joseph harris’ essay “coming to terms” he says that “to define the project of a writer is…to push beyond his text, to hazard a view about not only what someone has said but also what he was trying to accomplish by saying it.” harris’ perspective is that of an english teacher encouraging his students to read critically, not just to summarize a text but to find its project, its greater purpose. and while i first read this essay in a seminar on composition pedagogy, it stuck with me as a writer. it made me reconsider the greater nature of the creative project.

how many of us, if asked to describe our writing project, would begin with a plot or character premise, the nuts and bolts of a specific story? maybe even the working title? but i wonder, is breaking out the plot really the project? is the discipline of sitting down and typing really the project? and when the story is finished, is the project over? what is the project?

in 2019, i wrote 86k words of a novel. i began revising that novel last fall, and i’m finding that i’ll probably keep maybe less than 10k of that initial draft. i’m not bothered by that. the novel i wrote before that started at 125k, then i rewrote the entire thing to 200k, then i whittled it back down to 160k, and next i’ll be tasked with paring it back down to 80k. i’m not bothered by that either. in the past five years or so i’ve written about 2 million words, and i’ve only published 20k of them. only 1% of what i’ve written, i’ve published. in the words of lauren cooper (catherine tate), i’m not bothered.

i used to see publication as the birth of the project, and writing it akin to a long gestation period. then i saw publication as the death of the project, and its life was lived in its drafting. now, publication seems irrelevant to the project. the confines of a story and its many revisions are also irrelevant to the project. the beginning of a story is not the start of the project and the end of the story is not the end of the project. the project is larger than the story, its revisions, its publication, and its eventual readership.

i think it took me so long to see this because for so many years i was still in my first project, the sex project, an exploration of trauma and sexual identity, which began in 2014 with destiel fanfiction, endured through many fandom shifts, my MFA, years adrift as an adjunct, all the way through 2020 with the completion of my short story collection. i used to wonder how anyone could write about anything other than sex. to me it was the only topic worth my attention. i was certain that i would spend my entire life being a sex writer and i’d never find fulfillment writing a young adult sci fi adventure or a highly literary novel about complicated family dynamics. i was baffled by people who were interested in other things, who could write entire novels without using the word “cock” even once.

then my sex project ended. i don’t know when exactly it happened or why, but suddenly i realized i never wanted to write another artful description of an orgasm or find a tactful euphemism for a vagina ever again (personally i prefer “wet cunt” because not only is it blunt, i find it phonetically pleasing). obviously i’m still writing explicit fanfic but it doesn’t feel the same as it used to. sex feels more sidelined to me, even if it’s still the center and drive of a fic. i no longer get any personal satisfaction from writing it, although i do get satisfaction in sharing the work for readers to enjoy.

it’s like i’ve somehow solved the biggest puzzle of my life. or i guess made peace with my meanest monster, that extremely complicated double-mind of desire that some non-sex-repulsed asexuals feel: you want to feel desire you can’t actually feel so you write it into fiction, to try to understand this thing you can’t have and which society tells you you’re missing, and you don’t even know if you don’t have it, because you still feel desire for affection and intimacy, and maybe even a desire to be desired. and for those of us who are asexual and have c-ptsd, sex you don’t actually want (but don’t know you don’t want, because maybe you’re ambivalent and mildly curious and touch-starved) and an unrelenting drive toward people-pleasing can be a dangerous combination. how can you ever know what consent is if you always put other people’s desires above your own?

maybe i’m alone in this. maybe i’m not. maybe for most people, wanting sex is a light switch: yes i want it, or no i don’t. but for me, i had to write a whole lot of words to figure out things like desire, consent, intimacy, forgiveness, the shape that good love takes. the lengthy theoretical flowchart of “i might be interested in having sex if this and this and this and this and this happens in this exact order and under these exact circumstances.”

it was hard to write something into reality that i have never seen except in pieces, in subtext i clung to with no lexicon to give it shape and meaning. te lawrence in lawrence of arabia. some of tarantino’s early work. the film benny and joon. and weirdly, the star wars prequels (that one’s hard to explain; i’ll spare you). i don’t think the sex project was about coming to terms with my asexuality as much as it was trying to organize my thoughts and feelings by continuously rendering my own experiences within a greater, shinier ideal — like how you sometimes have to unravel the entire skein of yarn to find the loose end, and only then can you get started.

i guess i’m in the infancy of the power project now. i’m moving toward themes of control, infamy, greatness. the exact circumstances in which atrocity occurs. how people rise into leadership and fall from grace. the consequences of success. i don’t know why this project has come to me, or what, if anything, it has to do with me. i’m not famous and have no intention of becoming famous; i don’t have social power or influence, at least not beyond my little corner of fandom, and i’m not interested in having it. and yet, here we are, already hundreds of thousands of words in.

my fics digging for orchids (tgcf) and a standing engagement (the hunger games) deal with the detriments of fame. and even float (breaking bad) to a degree is about the aftermath of being so close to power. my novel cherry pop, loosely based on macbeth, is about an ongoing power exchange between two teenage girls. my other novel, vandal, is about a girl who believes she has magic powers and casts a spell on her neighbor to fall in love with her. and i’m in the very early stages of a novel called groundswell, a cult story i’ve been wanting to write for years. i had no idea why i couldn’t write it until i realized it wasn’t yet my project. i’m not even to the stage of developing characters, let alone a premise or plot. i’m still just building my aesthetic pile (i discuss the aesthetic pile here, as well as vandal in more detail), watching documentaries on cults, reading books, finding inspiration, marking down ideas as they come. it may be years before i’m ready to sit down and write it.

now that i know what the project is, i have more patience with myself. it doesn’t bother me to rewrite a novel from the beginning, or to scrap novels altogether, because the story isn’t the project. the project cannot be diminished by cutting words, sentences, paragraphs, entire chapters. the project does not have a product. the project cannot be published. the project is in the practice, in dragging the impossibly large into clear, acute existence, so you can see it. so you can see the very center of what you thought was an unknowable thing.

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Of Gods and Men - Ch 2

Title: Of Gods and Men

Fandom: Supernatural / Vikings

Pairing: Destiel and Sabriel

Rating: Lemon

Tags: canon typical violence and gore, smut, angst, still some fluff

Summary: A Vikings inspired Destiel fic.

    Dean, Barbarian King of the lands, must make a crucial decision in the survival of his people. Leave the one and only land and life they have ever known, leave their home, or make the possibly dangerous journey across the seas to a potentially better life. Who knows what will await him across the waters, hope, future, maybe even destiny.

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Chapter two

     When he finally returned to Nazareth he was immediately greeted by Sam. He ran up to meet him as he halted his horse, Gabriel trailing not far behind him. 

     “Brother, how was your journey?” Sam asked, taking the horse's reins from Dean, wrapping his free around him in a tight embrace.

     “Insightful. For how long was I gone?”

     “Not but three days.” Dean knew it had been a few, the Gods always kept him for more then one day when he made his way for a visit. “Did you meet the Gods?!”

     Dean nodded, smiling at his brother's excitement. 

     They began walking through the town, Sam passing Dean's horse off to a waiting stable hand. “What did they show you!? What is our future, Brother?!”

     Dean stopped walking and turned to Sam, cupping his cheeks with both hands, “Calm, Sammy, for I know not yet. The Gods were very good to me upon my visit, they showed me many things in my vision and gifted me greatly as well. Before I make any final decisions I must visit the Seer, for even though the Gods were willing and gracious, I still have many questions."

     "Will you go now?"

     "Yes, there are far too many questions left unanswered to wait any longer," Dean patted his cheek and touched their foreheads together, "I will have your answer before we dine tomorrow, then I shall tell everyone what decision has been made."

     Sam nodded against his head then they parted. He stood and watched as Dean began walking towards the cliff that hung over the sea below, and the small shack that made its home atop it. His brother had always been a wise man, he only hoped he would do what he knew he had to and make the right decision for their people. 

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     It took Dean no time to walk to the damp and darkened house perched precariously at the top of the cliff. 

     The sea below crashed against the cliffside, forcing droplets of water up and over the top, splashing Dean as he reached the entrance to the small, scraggly shack and walked in. He pulled back the furs that covered the entrance and slowly made his way inside. It was dark, damp, and smelled of the sea water that seeped through the cracks of the shack with every crashing wave coming from below.

     As he walked through he ducked low, bones and trinkets hung low off the ceilings. Gifts to the Seer from the people of the village, a thanks for the wise words surely given to many in times of great distress. He would have to bring one the next time he came.

     With a few small steps he turned the only corner in the shack and entered another small room, a figure sat perched on a pile of furs in the center. 

     "Dean," the figure spoke without even opening her eyes, "you have many questions, I can feel them consuming your soul. Come, sit with me and I shall give you the answers you seek."

     He did as requested of him and sat across from the Seer. A hand was extended to him, a gesture he anticipated from his many times here in his past. He took the offered hand and laid a kiss upon the inside of the Seers wrist.

     "Pamela," he let her hand go and she returned it to her lap, "I do have many questions, for I went to visit the Gods and they gave me much to consider."

     "So they told me."

     "Then you must already know the answers I seek. I-"

     "Dean," she held up a single hand to stop him, "you know I do not work for free, not even for the Barbarian King.”

     "Whatever you want, speak it and I shall get it for you, right now."

     She took a deep breath, wringing her hands in her lap as if itching for the item she sought. "I want to see it."

     "What do you wish to see?"

     "You know of what I speak."

     He looked up to her still calm face, eyes remaining closed, he could not read her intentions. Why this? Why did she wish to see his gift from the Gods? What could it possibly do for her?

     He hesitated on the thought a moment longer before deciding his curiosity was stronger than any other thought, so he quickly rolled up his sleeve, revealing the handprint. 

     "May I?" She held a hand out once more, waiting patiently.

     "You may."

     She hurried to close the gap, laying her hand over the new mark. She gasped as soon as she made contact with his newly raised skin and tossed her head back. Dean noticed it did not hurt, not even in the slightest, and that only made him all the more curious. 

     She brought her head back down to be eye level with Dean, though still entranced by the mark, he could tell. Then when she was finished and thoroughly satisfied, she kept her hand there a moment longer and finally opened her eyes. They were white, pure white, no colour at all. They had always been that way for as long as Dean could remember, even when he would come there with his father as a child. It frightened him at first, until one day he asked what had happened. His father scolded him for asking the wise woman such a thing but she quelled his curiosity regardless, answering, "Got to close to the Gods, pushed too far and saw more than any mere mortal should see." And now looking into those eyes only brought him hope.

     "This gift," she spoke slowly, bringing him back from his thoughts and memories, "it is a powerful gift, you should be honoured to have it bestowed upon you."

     "What does it mean?" He asked, eyeing her hand still rested over the mark, noticing that her hand didn't quite fit it. It was far too small. 

     "You have been touched by true love, Barbarian King." She removed her hand from it slowly, sitting back in her pile of furs. 

     "The love of the Gods?"

     “You, Barbarian King, have always been touched by the love of the Gods, but that is not the love that left this mark here. No,” she paused, taking a deep breath and reaching towards the mark again, though not touching this time, “this is the mark left by a soul deeply connected to you. A profound bond is shared between you and the one whose hand marked your skin in such a way, the strongest of bonds I have ever come to witness in my many years. This is deep love, Dean.”

     “Whose hand belongs to this mark?”

     Pamela went silent again, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. “The Gods do not tell me everything I wish to know, Dean, and there are some things they wish for you to discover on your own.”

     He nodded, then thought back to what they had shown him in the temple. “In my vision, there was a man. A dark haired man with piercing blue eyes as captivating as the sea,” he leaned in closer to her, “he spoke to me.”

     “He spoke to you?! In your vision?!”

     “Yes, he told me to come to him.”

     She closed her eyes again, then shook her head with a sigh, “The Gods are being secretive this day.” Dean rubbed a tired hand down his face, he had hoped for more answers but apparently the Gods were done with questions. “Though, they do speak one word about this vision.”

     “What?!” His head flew back up with sparks of hope renewed in his eyes. “What is the word they speak?!”

     “Destiny.”

     “Destiny?” The hope died out once again and Dean was left with confusion, “What do they mean by that?”

     “I believe your destiny lies in the lands across the sea. You came here looking for a path to follow, and the Gods have given you all you need to make the right decision.”

     “But I do not wish to bring my people across the sea, a perilous journey for many, if only for the reason that my destiny awaits me there.'' Pamela could tell by the tone of his voice that he was begging for more answers, but she would give him no more, and neither would the Gods. “I wish to bring them to a brighter future, a new life, new hope. Nazareth holds none of that for them any longer. If I do not find a way, they will die along with these lands. I will not force them to follow me across the seas only to discover my own destiny, they need more than that.”

     “Perhaps their destiny lies with yours.”

     He opened his mouth to protest further, to beg for more answers, but as he thought about it there was a possibility she was right. The vision flooded his mind once more and not only was Dean happy, but around him was full fields and healthy livestock. Perhaps both Dean’s own destiny and better hope could be found in the same place, on the same path.

     “The Gods will not steer you wrong, Dean. Trust them. It may not be an easy path, but then again it may be as easy as floating atop the crystal clear waters, still as the skies on a stormless day. But no matter what it may turn out to be, the Gods have shown you this vision for a reason. Follow their guidance, for the Gods love you, Dean, more than any man I've ever come to meet. Trust them.” 

     “Thank you, Pamela, great Seer of Nazareth.” She held out her hand again for Dean to take, and he placed one last kiss on the inside of her wrist before getting up and leaving.

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     Dean spent the rest of his day thinking on all that had been shared with him, and by the time he walked into the dinning hall to join his brother and their friends, he had his answer. 

     Sam’s eyes met his the second he walked through the doors to the hall, and he knew his brother had been waiting patiently all day for the answers to his own questions. He wasn't at all surprised when his brother rose from his place at the head table and hurried to meet him halfway, grabbing Dean by both shoulders.

     “Brother, have you your answers?!”

     Dean laughed, turning Sam and wrapping an arm around his shoulder as they walked back to the table, “I spoke to the Seer and I have made my decision.”

     Sam's eyes went wide and Dean could see excitement in them, but also perhaps a little fear. “What is it?”

     Dean turned and smacked both hands on his brother's arms, giving him a mischievous smirk then turning to address their friends in the hall. “My dear friends!” Everyone stopped eating and talking, turning their undivided attention on their king. “I have news for you all. I know that our lands have become infertile, unable to bear the seeds that we sow, and now we are close to starving. These lands will not provide for us any longer, and I fear that it could be the end of our people here in Nazareth.”

     He heard Sam take a deep breath beside him, clearly worried for the fate of their people, for whatever Dean decided, even if Sam did not agree with it, he would stand at his brother's side no matter what the cost. 

     “I have spoken with the Gods,” he continued, “and they have shown me a vision of a better life across the sea. And I have seen the Seer, and she has assured me that my, nay, our destinies lay in wait for us in those bountiful lands. And so, I make my decision. We make ready to sail for those lands, who will join me in this quest for future and destiny?! Who will sail the seas with their King and make better our lives for our children?!”

     “I sail with you, Brother!” Dean knew Sam would be the first to join him.

     “And I!” Gabe shouted, coming to stand by Sam's side. Dean was also not surprised that Gabriel would follow after Sam.

And from there, the rest of the hall fell in. Everyone standing, cheering, and saying their ayes. 

     Dean was sure in the loyalty of not only his people, but his friends, his family. But still it brought a wide smile to his face to see it. “Friends!” He shouted, still beaming with the excitement of their new future so close before them. “Ready the long boats and make good this time with your wives, for we set sail for the new lands in two days' time! Our destinies await us!”

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A/N: So there is chapter two, more to come XD If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know <3

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Sabriel

I genuinely have no idea where this ship came from, but it is pretty cute, and I was curious to read a couple fics of them. Besides, I’m currently on season 13 and we deserve more Gabriel content in this time of stress. All of these also have Destiel in them, but which one the fic is focused on varies. I hope you enjoy them!

Rewriting the Book by MonPetitTresor on AO3. (37,224 words).

Tags: Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe, Gabriel in the Bunker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sam Remembers Hell, PTSD, Post-Gadreel, Mark of Cain, Hurt Sam, Scared Sam, Emotionally Repressed, Sam Has Panic Attacks, The Cage.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When Sam gets a little too close to stopping Metatron’s plans, the angel decides to use some of his extra juice to get Sam out of his way by sending him to a completely different reality. He never could’ve predicted what Sam might find there – or what he might bring back home with him.

Notes: The trauma in this was written so well, and it is part of what made this amazing. It was really respectful, realistic, and clearly well researched. And, as a bonus, an excellent plot!

In All Your Borrowed Finery by vanishingact on AO3. (67,950 words).

Tags: Winged Dean Winchester, Winged Sam Winchester, Winged Castiel, Winged Gabriel, Spells & Enchantments, Hunters & Hunting, Case Fic, Harpies, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor and Smut and Angst, Wingfic, Fan art. 

My Rating: 5 stars. 

Description: Dean finds an interesting symbol in Kevin's angel tablet notes and, against Sam's counselling, uses it in the heat of battle with a pair of angelic assassins. Side effects include pain, disorientation, and uncontrollable new appendages for the Winchesters. A disgruntled Castiel and a delighted Gabriel show up to help. Hunting (and life) gets interesting when wings are involved.

Notes: Okay this was literally adorable and you can not convince me otherwise. Every time I read a fic with everyone’s favourite archangel, I miss him just a bit more.

Black Swans by omphalos and Wolfling on AO3. (66,455 words).

Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Road Trip, Blasphemy.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A post-apocalyptic road trip with a still recovering archangel wasn't how Sam had envisioned the aftermath of their big plan, but it sure beat a lot of the alternatives.

Notes: This was absolutely brilliant, so well written, and the plot was phenomenal! The misunderstanding was painful, and the original characters were great.

omni gladio ancipiti by lifevolutionary on AO3. (10,892 words).

Tags: Wingfic, Telepathy, Psychic Bond.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: The archangel Gabriel had never chosen a Bearer for his sword. Until now.

Notes: This was so freaking sweet, and I love the idea of Sam just casually having a flaming sword.

Dies Irae, or Something by AlchemyAlice on AO3. (51,223 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Blasphemy, Alternate Universe - Canon, Biblical References.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: It starts with headaches, and it ends in a clusterfuck. So, business as usual, Apocalypse-wise.

Notes: I know it says Good Omens as well, but it is just a brief mention of Aziraphale and Crowley, so you don’t need to know anything about it! And this fic was written beautifully. Is it bad that I miss the apocalypse days?

That One Time Sam Winchester Googled Something Weird and It Had Pretty Awesome Results by quitepossiblyjanuary on AO3. (2,587 words).

Tags: Romantic Fluff, First Kiss, Stars, Humor, Courtship, Short & Sweet.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Sam Googles something and his curiosity doesn't kill the cat. Or him. Or anyone. It's a pretty awesome feeling.

Notes: This was so adorable! Gabe was so sweet, and his mind reading skills made me laugh.

Bing Crosby’s Pennies From Heaven by twentysomething on AO3. (9,613 words).

Tags: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Death.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Sam always asks inappropriate, poorly-timed questions, so what comes out of his mouth doesn't exactly surprise himself. "Where were you?"

Notes: This was brilliant - the little gifts that Gabe left for Sam were adorable, and I burst out laughing at the image of trying to get Bobby’s wheelchair on top of a toilet.

‘Star Wars is Overrated’ by leftdragonpainter on AO3. (38,186 words).

Tags: Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining, Drinking, Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Neighbours, Swearing, Winchester Logic, Big Brother Gabriel, Clueless Dean, College Student Sam, Awkward Dates, Pie, Dean Cooks, Slow Burn, Injured Sam, Fixing Cars, Emotional Constipation, Angst, Confessions, Smut, Love Confessions, Temporary Amnesia, Star Trek References, Star Wars References, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description:  When Dean Winchester turned sixteen he was disappointed by the words that appeared on his chest. He never expected that it would take so much to find his soulmate. He never expected to not remember meeting them…

Notes: Every time I thought I knew what was going to happen, it either went in the complete opposite direction or something totally different happened, and I loved it.

Start Quoting Shakespeare and We’re Done by pyrebi on AO3. (15,579 words).

Tags: Romantic Comedy, Misunderstanding, Banter, Libraries, Food, Ridiculousness, Alternate Universe - Library, Alternate Universe - Human.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Dean has the hots for a librarian named Cas, Cas may or may not have the hots for a mechanic named Dean, and Gabriel joins Sam in the peanut gallery in the hopes that he might just get to do a horizontal tango of his own.

Notes: Damn, the misunderstandings in this were so unbelievably painful. Overall, though, it was very funny and quite cute. Also, I love the idea of Gabe owning a sweet store.

Bring it On Home by lilyleia78 on AO3. (34,482 words).

Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe, Drama, Bonding, Angelic Soulbond, Angels, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: When John sells his sons to Heaven in exchange for the Colt, Dean and Sam find themselves separated from each other and in the care of two very different angels. Dean and Cas work together to find out why Heaven wants Sam and how they can reunite the brothers - all the while growing closer every day. Meanwhile Sam should hate Gabriel and his endless string of conquests, but Gabriel's twisted sense of humor and attractive smile inspire something much more complicated.

Notes: First of all, I would like to say that John absolutely does not deserve any redemption or forgiveness in this fic, but okay. The idea - especially the Sabriel side - was a little creepy, but it was executed fairly well.

Our Mornings by entanglednow on AO3. (2,155 words).

Tags: Morning After.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: That would be the sound of his brother having sex with an angel three rooms away.

Notes: This was fairly cute, but a bit short for my tastes.

And, for all the Sabriel fans who don’t ship Destiel:

Highway of Love (Or: How Sam Winchester Learned to Stop Worrying and Relax Already) by Jassy on AO3. (24,536 words).

Tags: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, The Trickster.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: AU. Sam noticed a few things weren't quite right after they killed the Trickster. After going back to check things out, his life will never be the same.

Notes: This was probably the first Sabriel fic I ever read, and honestly I just didn’t understand it. I mean, not complaining, because I’ve read Mystrade fics before and we all know they don’t even share a scene, but I was still confused. Then, I read a really nicely done thing on Instagram explaining it, and I kind of got it. So I read this, and I really enjoyed it, and now I ship Sabriel. 

So, they may be this fandom’s crack ship, but I hope you enjoyed this edition of Destiel + other ships. I’m thinking that I might do a Saileen one in the future, because she may have only been in one episode I have watched but oh boy she was an icon, and it’s good for my heart to ship things that actually happen (I think. No one tell me otherwise. I will cry).

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Famous Husband

Dean is a pretty famous YouTuber, who is happily married to Castiel, a normal teacher, who doesn’t like the spotlight. He stays behind the scenes, but when someone offhandedly comments that some people believe the Husband doesn’t exist, he starts to rethink his decision to stay unknown.

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: Cas has two students, who go digging into his private life, so if you are sensitive to that, be careful. I do NOT condone their behaviour and if you do I reccomend you rethink some of your choices. WHat they do in this fic in wrong, but I needed it to further the plot, so apoligies :)

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Castiel Novak-Winchester was a normal high school History teacher known as Mr. Novak. He was a bit of a dork who was lenient with his students and sometimes surprised them with his meme or pop culture knowledge. This last fact was not because Castiel was secretly hip or up to date with the kids, no this was because Castiel was married to YouTuber Dean Novak-Winchester, with as handle: Dean. Nothing fancy, just simple, like he was.

Castiels students of course didn’t know he was married to the popular YouTuber, he had never starred in a video or even spoken or appeared in the background, because Castiel was a private and shy person and Dean loved him and would do anything for him. So, no matter how much Dean wanted to show Castiel off, his angel was carefully edited out of every single video.

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On Thursday Castiels Junior AP class streamed into the classroom for the last lesson of the day with bored expressions on their faces and all sagged into their seats. Castiel shook his head as he decided that these kids deserved a bit of a break today. Then he started the lesson, but fifteen minutes before the end of class he closed his book and announced: “We have some time left, so we’re going to watch a fun YouTube video to relax. Any suggestions?”

Immediately their faces perked up and one girl, Rey, said: “Just before class Dean uploaded a video, can we watch that one? I really want to, but I don’t have the time today otherwise, please.”

Castiel hadn’t expected that, he of course knew that his husband was a well known star and that kids in his classes watched him, but it somehow still came as a shock. He hid his feelings though and instead asked if anyone had any objections, when none came he looked up the video under the careful instructions of Rey.

Then his husband showed up on the board, he was sitting in his car, the beloved Impala that all his fans knew from his video series on how to take care of her and his rants about her on his streams. While he drove he told the camera: “Today Sam is off from doing boring lawer-y stuff, so we’re going to drive over to our uncle, Bobby, you might know him, but it’s a pretty far drive, so when I’ve picked him up we’re going to do a Q&A while we ride. See haters, I’m efficient. This is YouTube-ing at it’s finest.”

He then laughed and it cut to two people sitting in the car. Sam said hello, before grabbing his phone to look up the questions the people send in. Castiel remember that this weekend the two brothers had taken a trip to Bobby’s place, so they must have filmed it then. Sam started off: “So, @Deansgirlnumber1 asked: “how do you feel being so close to 7 mil subs?””

Dean made a turn while he answered: “Good question, I don’t know man. I never thought in my wildest dreams that anyone would even watch, so the fact that all this happened is crazy. I am very grateful for it, so I think I’m gonna have to go with that, incredibly grateful.”

A few more questioned followed, about annoying habits, special interest, or embarrassing memories. Then Sam said: “@MysteriousHubby asked: “can we at least get a description of your husband, please!!!!”, yes it has four exclamation marks.” Sam looked over, “I know you love waxing poetry about him.”

Dean got a dopey smile on his face and a dreamy look in his eyes that made Castiel go soft as he saw it, that was his favourite Dean-smile, the smile he only used for him.

Then Dean shook himself out of it and frowned as he said: “I do love to do that, but it’s not my fault that his eyes are absolutely stunning and he’s very sexy, but as you know my sunshine is private and I respect that. I would never want to push him to do something he doesn’t want, we have boundaries and we believe in consent, as should all of you. So sorry @MysteriousHubby, but all I can tell you is that he is beautiful.”

The girls in the room squealed and Mary gushed: “Isn’t it adorable how much he loves that man, you can see it in how he talks.”

Another girl swooned and said: “I wish someone talked about me like he does about his husband. He never gives anything away, but he always manages to turn it into a complement about how sweet and gorgeous his sunshine is.”

Castiel paused the video and with faked confusion he asked: “I’m confused, why doesn’t he talk about his husband?”

Rey was quick to explain: “Well, he’s been married for a year now and he’s been dating this guy since forever, but he’s very shy and he doesn’t like camera’s apparently, so Dean edits him out and never mentions him by name, only calling him cute nicknames like angel or sunshine, or he just calls him ‘my husband’. It’s very cute how he seems to melt every time the man is mentioned, but a lot of people are curious about this mystery guy, some don’t even believe he exist, I do though, you can’t fake being that madly in love.”

Some girls agreed and Castiel nodded as he let the video continue. He mulled Rey's words over and mused, I didn’t know people didn’t believe I existed. Dean must have hidden it, because he thought it would hurt my feelings, how sweet of him.

He watched the brothers do Deans sign-off: “Bye hunters, see you on the road!”

Then the screen faded to black, before anyone cold break the silence the bell rang and the kids were out of the room with a quick goodbye to their teacher. When Rey walked by she said: “Bye, Mr. Novak, thank you for letting me watch the video. I’ll make sure to do my homework.”

Castiel laughed and said: “That would be a first.”

Rey shot him a quick grin and a wink over her shoulder then she was gone with everyone else. Castiel shook his head to himself as he whispered: “Teenagers.”

He left the building and left in his tan-colored car for home. There he walked to the door and was greeted by Dean with a kiss on his forehead as he took Castiels stuff of his hands and helped him out of the trench-coat. After he was done he asked: “So, how was your day, sunshine.”

“It was pleasant, Dean.” Castiel told him with a smile, “I watched your video with one of my classes, you have fans at the school. You were very handsome in it. How has your day been?”

“Good, but it got better when you walked through the door.” Dean smirked.

Castiel gave him a slight shove as he said: “Sap.”

Dean batted his eyelashes and said: “You love me for it, darlin’.”

With a quick peck Castiel said: “Yeah, I do.” then walked to the kitchen with a happy Dean trailing behind him.

When they were sitting at the table with homemade burgers Dean started up the conversation again: “So, I have fans at your school, maybe I should come and say hi to them.”

“Dean.” Castiel said with a glare, “I know you want to, but they’ll never leave me alone after that. I have to be an authority figure and I can’t do that if I’ve done dumb shit like getting covered in whipped cream on camera.”

“That was one- well, not one time, but come on. Please, Cas, consider it.” Dean whined.

“I am.” Castiel told him.

Dean perked up, like a puppy near a bone. Castiel rolled his eyes fondly at him and said: “I have recently been informed that people believe I don’t exist and I don’t want them thinking they have a chance when you’re mine, right sweetheart?”

Dean swallowed, Castiel hardly ever used nicknames and the possessiveness was kinda hot. Dumbly Dean shook his head, but when he had found his words and tried to ask him about it Castiel steered the conversation to another topic.

~

Three weeks later and Cas hadn’t mentioned it again, so Dean had let it go, sadly enough, thinking it had been a one time thought that had been discarded after more consideration. However, the opposite was the case. Castiel had been planning proving he was real carefully and now it was time.

Dean was doing his Sunday live show in the living room, this usually meant that Castiel would hide, uhm, grade papers, in the office until Dean brought him a coffee to inform him he was done. Dean always chilled the same way on his life streams, so Castiel knew exactly from where he would be in frame and he had even checked before he left.

So, when Dean was thirty minutes into his stream, Castiel entered the room. When Dean saw him his eyes went wide and he quickly said: “Babe, I’m live.”

While the chat practically blew up, Castiel played his part, giving his husband startled eyes as he asked: “Am I in frame?”

He knew he wasn’t, but having Dean confirm it soothed him. He held up the mug of coffee he had made Dean and said: “I completely forgot, but I made you coffee, it’s black just the way you like it, wait I’ll bring it over.”

He carefully made his way around the edges of the room with Dean guiding him, so he was certain he wouldn’t be spotted. He was lucky they didn’t have any mirrors or that would have been tricky. As he was doing that Dean was ignoring his stream as he followed Cas with his eyes, when his husband came up on the other side of the laptop he gave him a smile that Castiel shyly returned. Deans gaze softened with that and he gratefully took the mug out of Castiels hands. Handing over the mug happened just above the frame, but when Dean had put it aside carefully he stood up to give his husband a quick peck and without thinking he said: “Thanks, Cas, I love you.”

Cas didn’t mind and he answered: “Love you too, Dean. Good luck with your stream, sorry for interrupting.”

Castiel walked away just as carefully as Dean said with a grin: “You can never interrupt me. Have fun doing boring adult stuff.”

“Having a normal job, isn’t boring, it’s called being a productive member of society, you should try it sometime.” Castiel sassed as he closed the door behind him, through the wood he could hear Deans laughter.

He quickly hurried to the kitchen to watch the stream. He was just in time to see Dean wipe the laugh tears out of his eyes as he said: “I love that man, he’s the best. You look at him and  think, ‘oh what a sweetheart’, but he can be a little shit if he wants.”

In the chat people were rioting: “AAHHH HE’S REAL!!!!” “OMG DID YOU HEAR THAT VOICE SO FUCKING DEEP!” “WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?!?!?!?!?” “Ahw, look how soft Dean got when his husband walked in” “DID I HEAR IT RIGHT, DID HE CALL HIM CASS? GUYS WE HAVE A NAME!!!” “IS HE GONNA APPEAR MORE?”

Castiel rolled his eyes, he didn’t mind that the abbreviation of his name was out there. It might be easy to connect with his first name, but most students didn’t know his first name and it was a major gap to link.

Dean ignored most of the comments, but he did say: “For all you non-believers, you just got converted. A real life angel just blessed you with the truth.”

He laughed some more at his own silly comment, before getting serious and saying: “For the record, this was a mess-up, not a promise for more husband content. He stays my sweet, dorky, shy, angel, so don’t make a big deal out of.”

He tried to talk about some other things, but nothing stuck, all the comment section was interested in was Castiel, which the man found kind of flattering. After ten minutes of trying Dean gave up and said his goodbyes before ending the stream.

A few seconds later he came into the kitchen and was surprised to find Castiel there. “I thought, you’d be up in the office grading your papers.” Dean said.

Castiel shrugged and said: “That was originally the plan, but then I thought about you doing the live stream and the people who didn’t believe I existed, so to make myself feel better I started watching, but then there were all these comments about how sexy you were, which are true, but you’re mine and before I knew it I had entered the room and now that all happened.”

Suddenly the realization of what his actions had meant came over him and he had to lean against the counter to keep upright. Dean was with him in a flash, letting Castiel lean on him while he petted his hair and whispered soothing words into his ear.

When Castiel had calmed down a bit and was sitting at the counter with a mug of tea Dean said: “Let’s first see how everyone reacts to this and if they’re very intrusive I’ll make a video telling them to back off, yeah? Maybe they’ll be chill and cool about it.”

Castiel rubbed his face and said: “I hope so. I also hope that none of my students recognized my voice, I’ve never been so happy that they never listen to me.”

Dean barked a laugh at that and soon the stress of the day was forgotten in front of a nice movie with popcorn, blankets, giggles and kisses.

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Monday morning his Junior AP class got into the building and his classroom. Rey and Mary were loudly talking about what had happened the day before. Rey said: “I still cannot believe that just happened!”

“Yeah, I know right. Seven years and nothing, then suddenly a whole conversation and a name!” Mary answered, “He sounded a bit gruff, like he had swallowed a lot of gravel, but he was funny and sweet, so Dean hasn’t been lying.”

Castiel walked up behind the unsuspecting girls and asked: “What might be so important that I cannot start my lesson until the news is shared?”

Both jumped a bit, but Rey quickly explained: “Yesterday Dean was doing a live show and his husband walked in!”

“Yeah,” Mary added, “It’s like major, because of the mysteriousness surrounding the guy. He was bringing Dean coffee, which is so sweet, but now there are theories everywhere about who it could be.”

Rey nodded frantically: “Some claim it’s a big celebrity, who’s trying to hide he’s gay and there are sound bits comparing the voice of the husband to some those of celebrities. I personally think it’s someone like me and you, just a shy everyday Joe, you know.”

“Me too.” Mary said, “Oh and we also got a name, or so we think, Dean said: “Thanks Cas, I love you.” So the name must Cas or it’s a nickname, so people are looking all over social media for people with that name.”

Castiel nodded along, he had never been more grateful that he had decided that social media was too much work for him to understand, so he’d never gotten it. But he had a job to do so he told them: “I’m sure it’s all very intriguing and interesting, but you know what’s also interesting? The Civil War, which is what you will spend your time discussing this hour. When the lesson is done you can get back to your mystery man.”

The two girls groaned, along with the others who were listening to the interaction.

Castiels strict start soon mellowed out and by the end of the lesson most kids were on their phone or slowly working through the questions for the homework for next lesson. Rey and Mary were watching a theory video about the stream. They were distracted by Mr. Novak, who clapped in his hands and said: “The bells will almost ring so you guys can put away your stuff and go be a productive member of society.”

The two girls gasps were drowned out by the noise of people packing, but they had heard it clear enough, their teacher had repeated the words of Cas on the stream from yesterday at exactly the same time it played on their video. There was no difference in the voice, their dorky teacher might be Deans husband.

~

Castiel groaned into one of their couch pillows and Dean smirked: “Rough day, buddy?”

“You don’t even know, it seems like all anyone could talk about was that stream of yours. I didn’t even know people at the school watched it, but even some staff members were talking about it.” Cas told the pillow.

“Ahw, darling.” Dean said as he sat down next to his husband and massaged Castiels hair: “It’s gonna be okay, soon it will blow over and everything will be normal again, I promise.”

Castiel rolled over to face his husband and said: “I hope so, two of my best Junior AP students, Rey and Mary, are obsessed with it and I am very bad at keeping secrets. It’s surprising, honestly, that I’ve managed to get this far without slipping up.”

“Don’t be self deprecating, honey.” Dean said as he kissed his face, “I hate it when you talk shit about my favourite person.”

The sweet words and the tickling of Deans hair made Castiel giggle. When he did that Dean made such an adoring face at him that Castiel couldn’t help but melt, this was his Dean, his husband, his world, his everything. Dean had made sacrifices for him, helped him through dark times and now he was still here as adoring and beautiful as ever and all his. He whispered: “Dean, I’ll love you till I die.”

Deans eyes widened a bit, before he blushed and hid his face I his arm. When he removed the arm he was still red, but he was smiling softly as he said: “I’ll love you for my whole life as well.”

They stared at each other for a minute, just taking each other in, Castiel had his head in Deans lap and Dean was looking down to him. Castiel was counting Deans freckles, he had never manged to count them all, but damn did he love to try. Meanwhile Dean was trying to figure out how eyes could be that blue and how he could drown in them.

The moment was ruined by the rumbling of Deans stomach that send Castiel back into a fit of giggles. Dean smiled as well and said: “Shall I get our pizza’s out the freezer and into the oven? Then you can find us something to watch.”

Castiel got up and said: “I saw a documentary about bees, would you like to watch that with me?”

Dean smiled and said: “Of course, Cas. I’d love to.”

And that was the truth. Dean couldn’t care less about bees, but Cas did, he got that adorable intense look in his eyes as he would focus on the facts and images that played. When something particularly interesting or new came by he’d look at Dean with a sparkle of excitement in his eyes, which was just too precious. All that made watching a boring bee documentary completely worth it.

~

Mary and Rey were doing a live stream on their quite popular, joined Instagram account named @Deanmustbeprotected, here they posted drawings from Mary and edits from Rey about Dean, but today they were not talking about that, but about their recent discovery. They had a pretty big following for a fan account and a few hundred people were watching the stream. Rey began: “So, I know we don’t really talk about like theories or that stuff, because we respect privacy in this house, but-”

Mary interrupted: “But this is too big not to share, because we think our teacher is-”

Together they finished the sentence: “Deans husband.”

“Now I know this looks like everybody who claims they know this Cas,” Mary said, “but we have some serious evidence.”

“Their voices are exactly the same for example.” Rey said, “And I mean creepily the same.”

“Yeah, yesterday in class he said “go be a productive member of society” which is exactly what Cas said and it was the same.” Mary pipped in.

“Like the same, the same.” Rey said.

“So, we did some digging and according to our school mail, his name-” Rey started, but was cut off by Mary who said: “No, you got to explain that first. So, if you mail a teacher via school-mail you can type in the last name and their mail will pop up, but also their first name, so we looked up-”

“And his first name is Castiel!” Rey squealed.

Mary nodded enthusiastically: “Which fits perfectly into the theory that Cas is a nickname, therefore our teacher must be Deans husband.”

Rey said: “He’s also one of the best teachers ever and mega sweet, so that’s also proof if you want to believe what Dean says about the guy.”

“Uhhu, he’s the best, so no shit talking him if it ends up being wrong.” Mary warned.

“Or right.” Rey added.

Mary nodded: “Or right, yeah.”

People in their comments went wild, but there were also skeptics, which was pretty fair since there were two teenage girls claiming that they knew the mysterious husband of their idol. Mary didn’t care, but Rey didn’t really let that kind of things go easily. She said: “We’ll investigate some more and come back to you all, but this time with solid evidence.”

Then they ended the stream. Soon after the clip had been uploaded by a popular theory fan YouTube account and the video spread through the fanbase, ending up in Deans sphere.

Dean was going through videos to monitor what people were saying about his husband when a video popped up of two girls claiming their teacher was his husband. That set off alarm bells in his head, a teacher was in the realm of possibilities.

He quickly made his way to the office where Cas was bended over a stack off papers. He looked calm and in his element and Dean almost felt bad about disturbing him, but this was important. So he knocked on the door frame to get Castiels attention and said: “Two girls uploaded a video claiming their teacher was my husband. Do you want to check if they’re your students?”

Castiels face turned tense as he nodded, so Dean showed his the screen. Once he had identified Mary and Rey he let his head thunk on the desk is despair. Dean winced and said: “I take it they’re yours?”

Muffled the reply came: “Sadly. Remember those two obsessed Juniors I told you about yesterday?”

“Rey and Mary?” Dean asked, “You adore those girls, right?”

“Yeah, I do. They’re hard workers, who are fun to work with and good people to have in the classroom, so I want to be mad, but I can’t.” Cas said.

Dean rubbed his back and said: “They were nice about you in the video. Here watch.”

He played the part where they talked about how sweet their teacher was, then paused it and said: “This might be a good thing. You can talk to them, maybe tell them the truth and ask them to leave it alone. I feel like they would understand, they seem like nice girls.”

“You’re probably right.” Castiel sighed, “I see what I can do.”

~

End Wednesday was terrible, because by that time most of the school had heard about the video, but Castiel managed to avoid talking about it luckily. That Thursday he was in a terrible mood and most people seemed to have picked up on it and left him alone.

When his Junior AP filed in that last hour, he was done. He said: “I am not really in the mood for fun today, so everyone be quiet and work on your sheets. I do not want to see phones or food and I don’t want to hear you talking. I’ll be grading papers over here, so if you have any questions you can come here and ask.”

The class shared looks, Mr. Novak must be in a really bad mood. He always allowed music, because he found that music could be soothing while you worked. Food was necessary for energy and concentration. While talking and working together led to discussions that helped with studying. He found them essential, so canceling all of that was bad news.

Rey and Mary looked guiltily at each other and quietly got to work. They had been looking forward to this lesson to investigate more about their hunch, but making their favourite teacher mad like this, they hadn’t planned for or wanted that.

No one dared to ask a question that lesson and when the bell was about to ring Mr. Novak stood up and said: “You can pack up now, make sure to finish those worksheets before our lesson on Monday. Rey and Mary, can you two stick around for a bit.”

It was phrased like a question, but it was said like a statement. The two girls swallowed and sat back down in their seats with heavy hearts. When everyone else had left the room they came forward and waited for Mr. Novak to start the conversation.

Castiel leaned back into his chair and rubbed his face. He said: “You know girls, I’m angry with you, but I’m mostly just very disappointed in you. I expect this from others, trolls or stalkers on the Internet, people who like conspiracies, but not you two.”

The words felt like punches and they couldn’t find it within themselves to even try and defend themselves. Castiel went on: “But, I am soft and I believe in giving second chances, so I want to know what you two have to say for yourself.”

He looked at them expectantly as they tried to find their words. Mary was first: “I’m so sorry, Mr. Novak. I really didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yeah,” Rey agreed, “we didn’t think this would happen at all.”

“Can I ask what you did think would happen?” Castiel asked.

“Uhh...” the two girls blanked.

Castiel nodded and said: “I thought so, I know excitement can sometimes overpower rational thinking, but at least try to get a few braincells to work before you make important decisions.”

Rey snorted as Mary blushed. Castiel then let his frown and stern look fall and took on a more gentle look. He told the two: “Like I said, I believe in second chances and I understand why you two did what you did, even though it turned my world a bit around and soured two of my days so far. So, I want to ask you two, why you want to know so bad? How will it impact your life?”

Both seemed to think about it and Mary spoke up first: “It’s kind of being invested, I suppose, we know so much about Dean, his brother, his uncle who raised him, his friends, his history, his hobbies, everything basically, so not knowing something is weird, makes you curious. And I get that a person wants privacy, so I can’t blame him really, but Dean is really influential with a pretty young audience. He helped me with a lot of stuff, like cheered me up when I was down and made me happy when things were rough, you know. But not knowing his husband makes that connection less real and seeing him would fix that small disconnect you have when it is a pet name instead of a real name.”

Then Rey spoke up, a bit hesitant: “Well, my answer is kind of the same, I guess, but it’s just that Dean always seems so happy when he talks about his husband and that always helps me believe that I have a shot at that as well, you know, that me being bi isn’t something that can stop me from being happy and having someone that loves me for me, so seeing his husband, knowing that he’s real and out there, that he really is as sweet as Dean let us to believe, well it would give me hope, I guess...” she trailed off and shrugged.

Castiel nodded at their words as he thought them over. He was kind of convinced that he should just do a video with Dean and get it over with, not this theorizing bullcrap people were doing now, he knew Mr. Shurley, the principal liked him and because of his investment in the GSA it was kind of known that he was LGBTQ+, so he wouldn’t get fired over that.

While he was quietly thinking the friends awkwardly looked at each other, when it became clear that Mr. Novak was too deep in thought to break the silence any time soon, Rey broke it first: “So, were we right, sir, are you Deans husband?”

That earned her a slap from Mary and a tired look from Mr. Novak. She cringed a bit and apologized, but Castiel waved it away as he said: “Sorry for drifting away on you, I was thinking about your words and you’ve convinced me.”

Mary and Rey shared a shocked look, was this really happening or were they reading the situation wrong? Castiel sighed: “I am Deans husband and I’m doing the video.”

Both girls squealed and jumped up and down, Castiel just shook his head fondly at their antics. When they had come down from their excitement, Rey breathlessly said: “Are you really gonna do it?”

“Yeah, I just want to walk up to my husband in the store to give him the milk without having to worry about the group of teens that have surrounded him.” Castiel said, “But the video is probably not going up until later, so please don’t shout this from the rooftops until it is out. Can I trust you with that?”

He gave them a stern look and they practically fell over themselves to assure him that they wouldn’t fuck up this second chance he had given them. When that was done Mary shyly asked: “I know this is weird, but can we take a selfie, so that we an post it on our insta to prove we were right? It’s weird, sorry, but some people were getting really mad at us for lying, so if we can clear this up maybe they’ll leave us alone.”

Castiel looked kind of awkward, but he wouldn’t let his students get bullied, so he sucked it up and agreed, he would have to get used to it. After that the girls wished him good luck and Cas decided that he wasn’t going to come in tomorrow.

~

On Sunday instead of a live-stream a video popped up on Deans channel called: ‘Husband reveal!! No click bait, it’s actually happening!!’

It started off with no one on screen and a camera adjusting, you heard Dean first: “You wanna sit with me already or come in later?”

“Already sit there, I don’t want to awkwardly shuffle into frame.” a deep voice replied, that most recognized from the stream.

Then Deans intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

Dean and the mystery man were sitting next to each other and Dean excitedly started the video: “Hi Hunters, welcome back to the channel! Today we have a very special guest, and can I get a round of applause for him… my husband, Castiel or Cas! Jup, your eyes are not deceiving you, this beautiful man right here is my husband, because he finally agreed to do a video with me!”

The man in question stopped with lovingly staring at his husband to blush at the introduction. When  he didn’t say anything Dean said: “Want to say hi to everyone?”

Cas blinked and said: “Uhm, hi human people audience watching…”

Dean giggled, he had never giggled on his channel before, and when Cas heard the sound he smirked, but when he looked at Dean he plastered a confused look on his face and asked Dean what was wrong. Dean fondly shook his head and without any bite he said: “You are ruining my badboy-nothing-fazes-me image I created here, dude.”

It cut and they were looking at the camera again. Dean started the off again: “So first Cas is just going to tell you about why he didn’t want to be on camera. The floor is yours.”

Castiel said: “Well, at first it was because I was looking for a job and being an openly gay man in a relationship meant that I might not get hired.”

“Because people are assholes.” Dean cut in.

“Yes, Dean, because of that.” Castiel agreed, “But then I got a job here and we moved to LA and I know now that I’m not going to get fired over it, because I told my boss I had a husband and I help with the GSA at the school I work at, so I’m good on job security. But as a teacher, I realized that these kids I teach watch YouTube and therefor also Dean, so if I showed up here and did weird stuff like eating pie until I vomit or-”

“Hey, that was actually one time.”

“Hm, sure. Or participate in ‘never-have-I-ever’ none of them would ever listen to me again. So I decided that staying off the channel was for the best if I wanted my students to actually learn something.”

While Cas was talking you could see Dean was listening intently, even making comments, but overall he was focused most on staring at his husband like he was the most beautiful thing ever.

Castiel finished: “But it was actually two of my students that convinced me that this was a good idea to do, so here I am.”

Dean snapped out of his trance and said with fake indignantly: “I thought your love for me was your only true motivation. Have you lied to me?”

Castiel frowned and replied: “That is always my first motivation, but this was an extra, and currently more relevant, explanation.”

Dean dropped the act to smirk at Cas and asked: “How is that also your motivation when you leave your dirty dishes for me to do?”

“Well,” Cas started to explain seriously, “you have very nice arms that can only be truly appreciated when wet and lathered in soap.”

Dean blushed and laughed, then Castiel started laughing as well, also with a blush. Between gasped Dean said: “Dude, are you serious.”

Castiel looked mortified and said: “Are you going to keep that in?”

Dean shrugged and said: “I don’t know, Sam wanted to edit this video because, and I quote, “An insider could never do justice to the sweet Destiel romance that I had to suffer through in real time”, so you have to ask him.”

The screen went white and in black a message appeared: ‘I am not sorry for that, it took them four years to get together and I was present for all of them, so you can imagine how I suffered. Besides, I want to bet that they would have edited adorable moments like this one out, because they are idiots. ~Sam’

Then it was back to the video. Dean said: “So since this is a video about us I thought we could tell you about how we first met. So, you might know my roommate Rick that I talk about from time to time, yeah, well, he isn’t real, well he is, but he dropped out after a month, so none of the stories about him happened with him.”

“You are being very confusing, Dean.” Castiel told him.

Dean glared at him and said: “You can try later, see if you fair better.”

“I assume I will, want to bet?” Castiel challenged.

“Winner does the dishes next week.” Dean said.

“Deal.”

They shook hands and Dean went on: “Anyway, after that first month there was a mishap at another dorm and Castiel moved in with me. It was kind of awkward that first day, because he came late at night and I was in the dark room alone watching a horror movie when I heard the lock wiggle. Turns out this idiot had forgotten his keys and was picking the lock, but I didn’t know that at the time, so I was scared shitless. Then the door swung open and a dude was standing there with the hallway light from the back only making him a dark figure, a hallway light that chose that exact moment to flicker. So, I screamed and jumped him.”

“I had a bruise on my chest for weeks, you know.” Cas complained.

“Well then you should have knocked.” Dean shot back.

“But there was no light coming from the door, I thought you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I was being considerate.” Castiel defended himself.

“It was creepy, but anyway we fought, I won.” a cough, “It was a draw.” and eyeroll that was ignored, “And we became good friends after that!”

“Now, Cas is going to tell our first date. It was the last month at college and I was planning on moving back into Uncle Bobbys house and help him with the cars until YouTube picked up some more, this is all relevant background information, by the way.” Dean said.

“Yes, so I had gotten a job teaching in LA and I realized that I didn’t want to say goodbye to Dean at all, so I talked to Sam who said that I had to get my head out of my ass and ask Dean out because we had loved each other for the entirety of college and apparently he was suffering. I went up to Dean and gave a very embarrassing speech and we-”

“Wait, you’re not going to retell the speech?” Dean asked.

“No, like I stated before, it was very embarrassing, Dean.” Cas said.

“Pleeeeease.” Dean gave him The Eyes and Castiel broke like he always did.

“This is what I said, keep in mind that I was very nervous, “Hello, Dean, I have found a house in LA and this is were YouTubers live so it will help in your career, so I hoped you would buy the house, with me that is, I don’t want you just to buy the house alone because that would be dumb. The house is actually more of an apartment and it only has one bedroom, I tell you this, because it is relevant and I only looked for houses with one bedroom, because I’d hoped you would share it with me, because I really love you and I want you to be my boyfriend, please.” See, super embarrassing and dumb.” Castiel pouted.

“Nooo, angel. It was the sweetest, you were the cutest little dork ever, it was very nice and I liked it.” Dean reassured him.

“Really?” Castiel asked, Dean nodded enthusiastically.

“So, after that, I took him stargazing in the impala, because he likes to drive and I like the stars. I brought pie and burgers and beer and it was very lovely.”

“It was a very good date, did anyone help you with it?” Dean asked.

“Yes, Sam was very eager to help, he even gave me your ring size, so he was dreaming a little bigger than me, but he was helpful.” Castiel said.

“Did he really do that.” Dean wheezed.

Castiel chuckled: “Yes, yes he did.”

A new note appeared: ‘Like you didn’t find that information very useful a year and a half later, Mr. Denial (and yes, I was suffering, a lot)  :( ~Sam’

“I’m probably gonna end the video here, wedding talk comes later, maybe even with footage.” Dean said with a look to Cas.

Cas raised an eyebrow and said: “I thought you had a “badboy image” to maintain, can’t really do that when you post hours of footage of you crying.”

“I didn’t cry, you cried.” Dean said, “Maybe you thought I cried, because you couldn’t see through your own tears.”

“No, you were the one who cried, it started the moment I walked down the isle with Bobby, admit it.” Castiel said.

“No, I didn’t, I swear I didn’t cry.” Dean said.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m grabbing my laptop and I’m proving this.” Castiel started to get up.

It cut and they were looking at the laptop. You could hear the wedding march swell and Dean moped: “Yeah, ‘kay, so you were right, whatever. It’s not my fault you looked way too pretty to be human.”

“Ahw, sweetheart.” Cas gave Dean a peck on the cheek.

Then it cut to the end card and Dean was sitting alone. He said: “So that’s this video, Cas is not here, because he is setting stuff up so we can watch out wedding videos again, because we felt like it after this. If you liked the video, please leave a like and comment, to subscribe click over there, to watch more click right there and maybe you will see Cas in a beautiful wedding gown, but for now: Bye hunters, see you on the road! Oh yeah, and comment I was better than Cas at my actual job.”

Then the video was over.

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~

Soon after the video went up a picture appeared on @Deanmustbeprotected with the two girls known from the insta stories and stream smiling and doing peace signs with a confused Castiel in the background. The caption read: ‘Did we lie though?’

The top comment was from certified Dean: ‘You be nice to him on Monday, girls’

With a lot of freaking out underneath it.

~

That Monday the Junior AP class practically ran into the classroom to question their teacher thoroughly, but Castiel refused to answer any of their questions and just started the lesson: “So, the Civil War brought many changes to America, which is what your homework was about. I will collect it now, so please put it on the table and while I do that can so someone tell me what those changes were? Yes, Jule.”

“Are you really not going to talk about Deans video from yesterday?” Jule said instead of answering the question.

Castiels shoulders sagged and he said: “This was exactly what I feared when I agreed to do that, guys I am your teacher, I am getting paid to teach you and make you into a functioning adult and I am not here to talk about my personal life.”

“Tell that to Mr. Delaney.” a boy yelled, which earned him some laughs.

Castiel smiled and said: “I know, Mr. Delaney loves his fishing stories, but I am not Mr. Delaney. I am trying to tell you about the Civil War and how it impacted America, something that will be on your test, which is far more important in this setting than me and my husband.”

“Please, sir, just a few questions.” Shelly asked.

“Will you stop after and concentrate, because this is a two way route.” Castiel said.

When he got a chorus of yes he sighed and sat down on his desk. “I’m answering five questions so, hands up if you have one.”

A dozen hands shot up and he picked the one closest to him. It was Nate, who asked: “How is it to be married to a celebrity?”

Castiel chuckled and said: “I never thought of Dean as a celebrity really, when I got to know him he was eighteen, still couldn’t grow facial hair and a gigantic dork, who filmed himself doing a bunch of weird sh- stuff with his laptop web cam. So, I would say like any other marriage.”

He pointed at a girl in the back who asked: “Dean said you got married in a gown, is that true and do you have pictures.”

Castiel knew this was coming and he wasn’t ashamed or anything, so he calmly answered: “Yes, I did, I think that how different genders present themselves is a social construct and I thought a wedding gown would be neat.”

He looked up his favourite wedding photo, it was Dean holding him in his arms bridal-carry style and they were both grinning like idiots at each other, he had it printed and framed and it hung above their bed. He projected the photo and a lot of the girls awh-ed, but before anyone could get out their phone he warned: “No pictures.”

He then pointed at Mary who asked: “How would you describe Dean?”

Castiel thought about it and then said: “Kind, handsome, charming, loving, maybe a bit self sacrificing. He really is just a lovely person, who is good at cheering people up.”

Some people ahw-ed and Castiel blushed, so he quickly moved on to the next person. It was Kevin who asked: “So, how is your relationship with Sam? You must know him, right?”

“I do know Sam, yes.” Castiel answered, “He is a great person and we are close friends and he is also a great team mate in prank wars.”

People laughed at that and before he could point out someone else for the last question someone, he didn’t see who, called out just loud enough to be heard: “We’re probably not allowed to ask who tops, lol.”

Castiel pulled a tired face and said: “And that was the last question, which I will not be answering. Now back to Jule who was going to tell us about the changes in America after the Civil War.”

Some groaned and others chastised the person who ruined their last question, but they did follow up on their promise to pay attention and actually do something that lesson.

Castiel untied the knot of tension that had formed in his chest that hadn’t been as bad as he had imagined. He only had to repeat that every lesson that was to come and after that it was mostly back to normal, only he could kiss his husband whenever he pleased now without worrying, which was a definite plus.

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moments | a destiel fic

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Every once in a while, usually in inopportune moments, his love for Cas nearly stops his heart and has him choked up.

He’d fooled himself for about three days when Cas had moved in. He’d mentally noted the man’s stellar looks while helping him bring boxes in, but he’d promised himself that was as far as it would go, especially with Cas being his roommate.

Did a promise to yourself really count if you were crossing your fingers against it to begin with? One such inopportune moment: a rainy Friday night about three weeks after Cas moves in. They’re on their couch; neither of them want to leave the apartment, and they can’t agree on a movie, so Cas flips to Lifetime and declares that they’ll watch charmingly shitty romcoms instead. Dean huffs and grumbles about it but some Lifetime movies are good, okay? Not that he’d admit that to anyone, much less Cas. He looks over and sees Cas sipping his wine. He’s in a ratty old t-shirt and baggy sweats; the mundane scene makes Dean forget how to breathe. It’s not like he hasn’t noticed how adorable Cas is before—every scrunch of his nose when he’s woken too early in the morning or laughs really hard, every satisfied smile when he finally gets his morning coffee—but something about this particular scene just makes his heart thump harder in his chest.

♥

It happens again a week later.

Dean drags Cas to karaoke at the nearby bar, promising Cas that he’ll have fun. They meet up with Dean’s group of friends at the bar—Charlie and her girlfriend Jo, Benny, Garth, Kevin, and Alfie—and, though he can tell Cas is nervous, he fits in with Dean’s group of friends effortlessly. It’s reassuring and, at the same time, only makes Dean fall for him that much harder.

By the time they leave that night, Cas and Charlie have already made plans to start a D&D campaign and Benny’s coming over Friday for dinner with his girlfriend. It’s so domestic and Dean should hate it—they’re not even dating—but it just puts a huge grin on his face.

♥

Two weeks after that, he finally caves and calls his mom. He’s been working toward this call for a while and he’s not entirely sure he’ll get through it this time, but it’s worth a shot. Cas is out with his own friends for the next few hours, so he sprawls on the couch as he catches up with her.

“So what’s the real reason you called?” she finally asks. He can almost see the smirk on her face.

“What, I can’t just want to talk to my own mother?” Dean replies, feigning annoyance.

Mary snorts. “When have you ever called me just because? I know you better than you’d like to admit. Who is she?”

Dean clears his throat quietly. He’d dreaded this part of the conversation, honestly. He’d come out to his parents senior year of high school, nearly eight years ago now, but he’s still not quite sure they really get it. “It’s, uh… it’s a he, actually.” Mary hums but doesn’t reply, which only makes him more nervous. “Shit, sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have-”

“Dean,” she cuts him off sharply, and he’s not entirely sure if he should be relieved or terrified. “I was just waiting for you to continue. You know I don’t care who you end up with, as long as you’re happy, right?”

He can feel a blush creep onto his cheeks. Thank god he’s alone. “You don’t?”

Mary sighs. “No, Dean, of course not. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear before now.”

He smiles to himself, picking at a loose thread on his t-shirt. “Thanks.”

“So,” Mary prompts. “Who is he?”

“It’s, um…” If he says it out loud, he’ll only be confirming his feelings, which won’t make them go away any easier… “It’s Cas.”

“Your roommate Cas?”

“Yeah, he’s…” Dean whines softly in the back of his throat, flinging his arm over his face. “I didn’t mean to, it just kinda happened. Sometimes I just look at him—god, this sounds so cheesy—and everything just feels right.”

Mary doesn’t say anything. He waits for another minute, both still nothing.

“Are… did I freak you out?”

Mary laughs. “No, sweetheart. I’m just not sure what you want me to say.”

Dean whines. “I want you to tell me how to stop crushing on my roommate.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? It certainly doesn’t sound like it is.”

“But he’s my roommate, and a really good friend. What if I say something and he doesn’t feel the same way? Then I lose him completely.”

She hums and Dean can practically feel her shrug through the phone. “Dean, hon, I don’t know what you want me to say. It seems like you really like him.”

“I do.” he whines, running a hand through his hair.

She chuckles softly before continuing, “then you have to decide if it’s worth the risk. Sure, maybe he doesn’t like you back—though I find that hard to imagine, if I’m being honest—”

“Mom, you’re a bit biased there, aren’t ya?”

He hears a quiet laugh before she resumes her train of thought, “but maybe he does like you back, and you’ll be happier than you are now.”

Dean pouts. “Aren’t you supposed to have some romantic wisdom for me or something? Like, ‘if he does this he likes you’ or something like that?”

“Can’t you just use Google for that?” she snarks. “Besides, you don’t want advice, you just want someone to tell you to pull your head out of your ass. So, Dean, pull your head out of your ass and ask your cute roommate out.”

Dean huffs, but he does feel better now than he had before. “I will, I will, jeez.” He pauses, smiling to himself. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Let me know how it goes!”

He doesn’t have a chance to respond before she says her goodbyes and hangs up. He drops his phone on his chest, scrubbing his hands over his face as he heaves a sigh.

♥

The third time it happens is two days later. It’s a Saturday morning and both he and Cas slept in. Dean finally gets out of bed a little after ten, starting the coffee machine before deciding on breakfast. He’s halfway through a batch of chocolate chip pancakes when Cas finally shuffles into the kitchen. Dean knows better than to have a conversation with him this early, so he ignores him until he hears the happy sigh that signals he’s gotten his coffee.

“Mornin, Cas.”

“Good morning, Dean. Are those chocolate chip?”

Dean grins. “Course they are. There’s a bunch ready if you wanna eat.”

Cas hums, sipping his coffee before setting the mug on the counter and grabbing plates and silverware for both of them. “I’ll wait until you’re finished cooking.”

Dean nods, pouring the remaining batter on the skillet. The plate of pancakes winds up on the table once the last few are flipped onto the plate and Dean takes his seat across the table from Cas. It’s the first time he’s gotten a good look at the man this morning and Dean nearly chokes on his coffee.

He’s in nothing but an old t-shirt and boxers and his hair is ridiculously messy, like someone had spent the night running their fingers through it. It has Dean’s stomach growling for something other than food, so he quickly tears his eyes away from his roommate and digs into his breakfast. His mother’s words keep creeping into the forefront of his mind, though. What if Cas does like him back, and morning could be even better than this? He doesn’t even know if Cas is into guys to begin with… but there’s a quick fix for that.

“Charlie and I are going shopping tomorrow to pick up some stuff for Pride. Do you need anything?” It’s a subtle enough question, he hopes.

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him, finishing his sip of coffee before answering. “You’re going to Pride?”

Uh oh. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up… “Yeah, me, Charlie, Jo, Benny, and a couple other friends you haven’t met yet. We go every year.”

Cas hums. “I’ve never been. Were you inviting me or just asking me if I needed something from the store?”

Dean chuckles. “Both? You’re welcome to join us. Charlie wants to get a few more flags for her and Jo and I should probably get one to carry around, the one in my room’s a bit big.”

“Can I come with you? Would Charlie mind?”

He shrugs but texts Charlie just in case. “I doubt it. She’d probably be thrilled, honestly.”

Sure enough, Charlie texts back an emphatic yes, so an hour later, the two of them are in Dean’s car, heading to Charlie and Jo’s apartment.

“What’s it like?” Cas asks softly, startling Dean out of his thoughts.

“Pride?” Dean asks. Cas nods, though his eyes don’t meet Dean’s. “It’s… pretty fuckin’ awesome, actually. The first year I went I thought I’d hate it but there’s something so cool about seeing so many queer people celebrating who they are.”

Charlie and Jo climb in before Cas can respond, so their conversation ends there.

“Cas! I’m so happy you came. What’re you looking for?”

Cas smiles at her shyly and it’s one of the cutest smile Dean’s ever seen. “I’m not sure yet. I’m curious to see what there is.”

Charlie grins. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Their first stop at the nearby mall is H&M. Jo ends up finding her outfit there, so the three of them linger outside the shop while she checks out.

“Pride shop?” Dean asks when Jo finally emerges, chuckling when both girls grin at him.

“Pride shop?” Cas repeats, obviously confused.

Dean chuckles, motioning for Cas to follow them. “Every year around Pride, this shop pops up in the mall that sells all sorts of Pride gear. Pins, flags, all sorts of t-shirts and tank tops and crop tops with Pride-related things on them. It’s awesome, makes it super easy to get everything you need.”

Charlie and Jo wander off into the depths of the shop almost immediately, leaving Dean alone with Cas.

“What’re you getting?” Cas asks quietly, eyes wide as he looks around the shop.

“Hopefully a tank top and a smaller flag. Maybe some pins…” he trails off as he steps into the store, heading for the section of the store with all the bisexual pride stuff.

He hears Cas’s footsteps behind him, so he pauses to glance at his roommate. “You can go look around if you want. Charlie’s probably gonna be looking for a while.”

“You’re bisexual?” Cas asks with a frown, which is definitely not a good sign.

“Yeah. That a problem?” His reply is a bit more acidic than he’d intended.

Cas’s eyes widen as he meets Dean’s gaze. “No! Not at all. I just… didn’t know. I’ve never seen you with anyone and when you mentioned Pride, I guess I’d assumed you were asexual or aromantic. My apologies.”

His entire body relaxes at Cas’s explanation and he waves him off. “Don’t worry about it, man. There’s…” Now or never, he thinks to himself. “There’s someone I’m interested in. Not sure if they’re interested back so I’m kinda… stuck for now.”

Cas hums his understanding, flipping through the racks of clothes. Dean joins him and, after a while, settles on a white tank top with the bi flag on it, as well as a flag and a pin that reads, “how dare you assume I’m heterosexual”. Cas chuckles at the pin when Dean shows it to him and Dean falls for him just a little more.

“Anything you wanna look for?” Dean prompts, draping the tank top and flag over his arm.

Cas shrugs, glancing around the store. “Not really. I kind of just want to… wander.” He glances at Dean, smiling softly. “If that’s alright?”

“Yeah, sure. Like I said, Charlie’s gonna be a while, so we should probably entertain ourselves anyway.”

Cas nods, slipping through the displays as he wanders the room. He mostly just looks, though he examines a few things closer. Mostly pins, but he picks up a few rainbow t-shirts, running his fingers over the flag before setting them back down. He hands Dean a ring he finds that has three hearts, each one colored as one of the bisexual pride colors. Dean smiles to himself, holding it in his other hand with the pin.

Dean nearly knocks Cas over when he suddenly stops in his tracks with a gasp. “Cas? You okay?”

Cas nods slowly, his gaze fixed on something to his left. Dean frowns, following his gaze to the pansexual flag nearby. “I didn’t think they’d have one.” Cas murmurs, brushing his fingers over the fabric reverently.

“You’re pan?”

Cas nods, the corners of his mouth ticking up in a smile.

“They have a whole section of stuff for pansexual pride.” Cas stares at him, dumbstruck. Dean chuckles, grabbing Cas’s hand and pulling him to the back of the store, right into the middle of the pansexual section.

Cas’s eyes grow wide as he looks around, gasping. “This is… so much…” he whispers, fingers brushing over the t-shirts nearby, other hand still clasped in Dean’s. He’s so distracted by Cas’s face right now that he can’t even be excited that he’s basically holding hand with the guy he’s in love with. Cas is so enraptured with the different designs and accessories and he’s so genuinely excited. Cas squeezes Dean’s hand, grinning over at him. “This is amazing.”

Dean grins back. “You should get something, ‘specially if you’re going to Pride with us. A t-shirt or something?”

“Oh, I’m buying more than just one thing. I’ve never seen this much pansexual pride in one place.” He drops Dean’s hand—disappointing, but not unexpected—and flips through the t-shirts on the rack. He giggles softly as he pulls one from the rack, turning it around to show Dean. It’s a yellow panda with blue circles around its eyes and pink ears, surrounded by, “I’m Pan Duh”.

Dean snorts, actually snorts, and he kind of wants to die. Cas must find if funny though; his nose scrunches up and he grins at Dean, nodding to himself as he drapes the shirt over his arm. He also grabs a few pins and a pansexual flag, his grin growing with each addition.

Charlie finds them a few minutes later and all four of them pay for their things. Charlie and Jo are dropped off a little while later at their apartment and Dean and Cas are finally alone.

“So you mentioned you were interested in someone?” Cas asks, fiddling with his shirt.

Dean glances at him quickly, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Why?”

Cas shrugs. “I’m just surprised you don’t go for it. You always seem so confidant.”

Dean chuckles. “Yeah, I usually am. Until feelings get involved, anyway.”

Cas hums and the car falls silent for a minute until he pipes up, voice quiet, “Do I know them?”

“You could say that.” Dean replies with a chuckle, tightening his grip on the wheel momentarily.

Cas frowns but doesn’t continue the conversation.

So in all, he knows Cas is pan, but he’s no closer to figuring out if Cas is interested in him or not.

♥

The next moment he has is that night. They’ve put their purchases away and had dinner. Now they’re both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, arguing over what they’re going to watch. Eventually, they agree on the latest episode of Dr. Sexy, settling in to watch.

About halfway through, Dean looks over to find Cas sound asleep, curled up against the arm of the couch. He looks so peaceful and relaxed and Dean doesn’t have the heart to wake him, so he tucks a blanket around him and lets him sleep while he finishes the episode.

Cas is still sound asleep when Dean turns off the TV, so he shifts over and shakes him gently. “Cas? Hey, wake up.” He hears a sleepy grumble, laughing softly when Cas only burrows farther under the blanket. “C’mon, man, wouldn’t you rather be in your own bed?”

“I’d rather be in your bed.” Cas mutters, but Dean hears it clear as day.

He sucks in a breath, eyes widening. “You… what?”

Cas pulls the blanket tighter around him and Dean can see the exact moment he realizes what he said; he freezes, glancing up at Dean in horror. “Oh my god, I didn’t—I’m so sorry, Dean, I didn’t mean to say that, it just—”

“Did you mean it?” Dean cuts him off, hopeful it wasn’t just some thing the tired part of Cas’s brain made up.

Cas glances up at him, nodding after a second. “I’m sorry, Dean, I didn’t—”

“Whoa, hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He holds out a hand to Cas, smiling reassuringly. “C’mon, stand up.” Cas looks up at him, obviously concerned, but he takes Dean’s hand and stands anyway. Dean grins, resting a hand on Cas’s cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

Cas’s eyes widen but instead of answering, he cups Dean’s face and crushes their lips together. It’s a bit too much teeth and it takes them a minute to get it right but when they do, it’s perfect. He hates to admit it—it’s super cliché—but it’s honestly the best first kiss he’s ever had.

They pull away after a moment and he hears Cas chuckles quietly. “That is… not how I expected today to go.”

Dean hums his agreement, thumb brushing idly over Cas’s cheek. “Me either. I’m glad this is how it went, though.”

Cas closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch with a happy sigh. It’s adorable, frankly, and Dean would be more than content to stay just like this for the rest of… well, eternity. Cas yawns after a moment, smiling up at Dean as he opens his eyes. “I think I’ll head to bed. We should… talk about this in the morning?”

Dean nods, smiling softly as he presses a kiss to Cas’s cheek. “Definitely. G’night.”

Cas waves at him as he turns, heading down the hallway to his room.

♥

The one time that really gets him is during Pride. He knew with it being Cas’s first time there that it’d be special, but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. Cas is bright-eyed and grinning, utterly enraptured by everything going on around him. His hand is clasped in Dean’s—something he’s still not really used to but is so okay with—and every few minutes, he’ll turn to Dean and point something out with a quiet laugh, like he can’t really believe it.

It’s the cutest thing Dean’s ever seen.

This time, there’s nothing stopping him from tugging Cas close and planting a kiss on him, so he does.

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[Destiel Fic] “Human Wings”

Prompt:

chroniclerx1 asked: Dean’s exhausted from a day hunting, and he and Cas are staying in some seedy motel, lying on the bed. Cas holds Dean, and lets his wings out, and wraps them around Dean. He tells Dean humans have wings too, all of us, we just can’t see them, but he can because he's an angel. They’re all different colours, and some have feathers, some scales, some are broken, some are clipped, they're all different, and he can tell someone’s story by their wings. He tells Dean what his wings look like.

Categories: Established relationship, FLUFF, canon universe, one shot Characters: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester (briefly) Words: 1,111 Rating: PG Tags: Wings, soulmates, cuddles, wing cuddles, naps, fluff, happy fic

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Dean groaned as he climbed out of the car, exhausted and sore from head to toe. The hunt was done and he wanted to sleep for twelve hours before getting back on the road to go home.

Dean looked across the car to his brother, climbing out of the passenger side. “We’re going to bed,” he said, gesturing to Cas as he got out of the back seat. “We’ll see you in the morning. Late morning.”

Sam nodded, clearly just as tired. “Goodnight guys.”

Dean glanced back at Cas to make sure he was coming, offering an exhausted smile before he turned back towards their motel room.

Best part of admitting their ‘thing’ to Sam had been getting to book their own room when Cas came along on hunts. Made the awkward conversation totally worth it just to have a little privacy with his angel after a long day of hunting.

Dean opened the door and immediately started to strip down. “Not to be needy, but will you just lay with me for a bit while I pass out? I promise I’ll make it up to you with morning sex.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you I enjoy cuddling, Dean, you don’t need to make excuses.”

Dean grumbled a little, of course Cas wouldn’t let him dodge that one. “Just get in the bed, Cas,” he said, smiling none the less.

They both stripped down to just a tee shirt and briefs, climbing into bed together. Castiel lay on his back and drew Dean into his chest. They never spoke about it, but they both knew that Dean craved this after a hunt. That he needed the physical connection. More than that, he needed to feel the safety of Castiel’s arms. Especially when the hunt had been difficult.

And today had been quite difficult.

Dean let out a sigh as he pressed his face to Castiel’s chest and wrapped his arms around the angel’s middle. He relaxed further when Castiel’s arms came around him, holding him close. He finally started to let go of all the day’s stress and fear, letting himself finally accept that the job was done, for better or worse.

After a moment Dean heard a faint sound, a familiar rustle of feathers. And he felt a soft warmth around him, as if he were covered by an invisible blanket.

“Are you doing the wing thing again?” Dean asked, mumbling into Castiel’s chest.

“Yes.”

Castiel liked to wrap Dean in his wings when they laid like this. Dean couldn’t see them of course, but he could still somehow tell they were there. Cas seemed to feel better when he had Dean safely cocooned, so Dean allowed it without protest.

Dean remembered something Cas had told him once. About how all humans had wings too, they just couldn't see them, had no idea they were there. Cas had said they were an extension of a person’s soul, unique to each human being.

“Tell me about my wings, Cas?” Dean mumbled, eyes closed and feeling a little like a kid asking for a bedtime story. “You’ve never told me what they look like.”

Cas smiled softly at Dean. “Your wings are beautiful, just like you.”

Dean flushed a little but didn’t argue. “Oh yeah?”

“When I first met you I thought they were black, like mine,” Cas said, eyes drifting to stare at nothing as he remembered. Or maybe to stare at the wings Dean couldn’t see. “But it turned out they were just black from the soot of hell, badly burned with many feathers missing. Alastair’s attempts to demonize your soul had damaged them, but wings heal just as people do, and so did yours.”

Castiel’s hand ran up and down Dean’s back, a comforting touch, chasing away the chill that always accompanied memories of Alastair.

“As I came to know you, I watched the black fade to reveal a soft, tawny gold. Your wings actually look very similar to the color of your hair when it’s gleaming in the sun. Only your wings always have that glow, even in the darkest room.” His voice was warm and deep, and his eyes lit up when he spoke.

Dean’s eyebrows rose, curious. He could feel himself flushing a little at the emotion in Castiel’s description. It felt pretty great to know Cas thought so highly of him. He lifted his head, propping his chin up on Castiel’s chest and listening intently.

“They’re still a little singed at the tips,” Castiel said. “But they’ve mostly grown back and filled in since I pulled you from hell.” He looked at Dean, concern in his eyes. “The remaining damage doesn’t reflect poorly on you, Dean. It is just a outward sign of the hardships you’ve faced, that is all.”

Dean nodded. He’d had a hard life, it made sense that there’d be a little damage. “Makes sense, I suppose.”

“They’re also quite large, for human wings,” Castiel said, smiling at Dean. “When you’re angry you unconsciously spread them wide, and they can fill a whole room. The feathers are thick and healthy now, a reflection of your strength.”

Dean grinned. “Oh yeah? Sweet.” He felt a sense of pride at that, and he knew he was going to imagine his wings the next time he got in an argument with Sammy. Maybe he could even practice showing off for Cas, with a little coaching.

Cas seemed to hesitate for a moment. “There’s one other thing...”

Dean frowned. “What is it?” he asked.

“There’s something that happens when two souls bond,” Castiel said. He ran his fingers down Dean’s back, between his shoulder blades. “A few of the feathers closest to the heart change colors to match the soulmate.” He watched Dean carefully. Nervously. “Recently these feathers on your wings have turned black with a sheen of indigo, just like my wings. And mine on that spot have turned a gleaming gold.”

Dean’s eyes went wide, taking in the full implication of that. “Oh, shit. Does that mean we’re freaking soulmates?”

“That is what it traditionally means,” Castiel said. “Although I’ve never seen it between an angel and a human before.”

A grin spread across Dean’s face. “Hell yeah, I always knew we were awesome!” He pulled himself up on his elbows so he could properly look into Castiel’s blue eyes. “Love you,” he murmured, pressing a firm kiss to his angel’s lips.

“I love you too, Dean,” Castiel said, reaching up to cup Dean’s face in his hand. “More than you could know.” His eyes were bright and happy.

Dean let his head drop back to Castiel’s chest. “Soulmate. Ha. Awesome.” He continued to grin, even as his eyes closed and he started to drift off to sleep.

Castiel just smiled fondly, watching over Dean and holding him close.

[Thanks for reading! Reblogs are love! <3 Also on AO3.]

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Centerfold - Epilogue

Summary:  Dean stumbles across an interview and photoshoot starring his high school crush (and younger brother’s friend) Castiel.  He decides he’s going to stop at nothing to get back in touch with the boy with the blue eyes who used to sit in front of him in homeroom.

Genre: Mostly fluff with a touch of angst

Pairing: Destiel

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 2066

Series Warnings: AU - No Supernatural, Porn Star Cas, Mentions of Sex (but no depictions), Bastardization of SPN Lines, Scenes, and Episode Titles

A/N: This whole series came out of a prompt for @thinkwritexpress-official​‘s Back To School Challenge!  The fic is based on the J Gelis Band song “Centerfold” in which a man finds his high school crush on the pages of his favorite porn magazine.  This is it, friends, we’ve reached the end of this little ride.  I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!  And be aware, there’s a time jump here - you (probably) didn’t miss a chapter ;)

Find it on AO3

Centerfold Masterlist

Centerfold - Epilogue - 

The sights and sounds of Las Vegas were among Dean’s favorites.  He and Sam had been making yearly pilgrimages to Sin City since the winter after Sam’s 21st birthday but, lately, the trips had been more about business than pleasure.  Then again, business was pleasure when your partner was a porn star.

Dean was charming the pants off of anyone who was in the line for Castiel’s autograph, working the merchandise table and talking to the fans about the different items they could buy or sometimes just talking about Castiel’s work.  It had been an adjustment, at first, knowing that everyone Dean interacted with at a convention like this had seen his boyfriend naked and had watched him have sex with a bunch of other actors but once he had gotten over the initial shock of that, Dean found he enjoyed the events.  Specifically, he loved watching Castiel at these things.  

Cas, or really Jimmy, interacted with his fans with ease, snapping selfies and signing DVDs, posters, and the occasional dildo.  Most of the fans wanted to fawn over his work and some were brave enough to ask for a lewd pose in their photo.  A couple asked Cas about his partner.

Castiel had revealed in a recent interview that he had begun dating someone just after his spread in Hot Rod Hotties and that now, two and a half years into their relationship, things were rather serious between them.  Cas had said that they weren’t someone in the porn industry but, besides that, he hadn’t shared any more info about the mystery partner but, of course, fans were curious.  “What’s their name?” and “Do they watch your movies?” were the two most common questions, though Cas only ever answered the latter, and no one ever gave the attractive merch guy a second glance.  No one besides Cas, that is.  Whenever he had a spare moment, he’d catch Dean’s eye and send a smile his way.

The pair had discussed going public with their relationship but Cas had suggested waiting until he retired from being on screen.  Dean didn’t need that kind of attention, he had reasoned.  “After all,” Cas had joked, “there are a lot of weirdos out there and not all stalkers get their happy ending.”  After he had finished scowling and pouting at Cas, Dean had agreed to wait.  He was still able to attend most events with Cas, since he ran the sales portion of his boyfriend’s booth, and he had learned that it was fairly common for the talent to travel with the same entourage from one convention to the next rather than having to train new people in each city.

As the day wrapped up, Dean began to put away the unsold merchandise.  He was organizing a stack of photos when he felt familiar arms wrap around his waist and a warm chest press against his back.  

“Don’t drool on the goods,” Cas laughed, “I know that Jimmy guy is pretty hot but you can’t sell the pictures if you’ve slobbered all over them.”

Dean spun around and out of Castiel’s grasp.  “You gotta be careful, someone could see, Cas,” Dean chastised but Cas just smiled and winked at him before he picked up a handful of DVDs and packed them away.  They cleaned up the rest of the booth in companionable silence and then made their way back to the hotel room they were sharing.  

Dean stashed the box while Cas headed into the bathroom.  The AVN Awards were that night and he was nominated for Best Actor for his work as two characters in The Big Empty and for Male Performer of the Year.  He was predicted to with them both but, if everything went well, those two awards weren’t the only thing Cas would be celebrating.

Cas showered quickly, knowing that Dean would want to take one as well.  He got out of the stall and dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping back into the hotel room.  “The shower’s all yours,” he told Dean, who had situated himself on the bed and was flipping through the channels on the hotel’s tv.  Cas pulled his towel off and rummaged through his bag for a fresh pair of underwear.

“Nah, I’m good here,” Dean replied.  

Cas turned around and looked at Dean.  The man, who had clearly been staring at his ass, was not unapologetically raking his eyes over Castiel’s naked body.  Cas arched an eyebrow at him.  “Dean, go shower or you won’t have time.”

“I was enjoying the show,” Dean mumbled as Cas pulled his underwear up over his hips, covering his groin from his boyfriend’s view.  He rolled off of the bed and continued grumbling as he made his way into the bathroom, pulling the door shut and starting the water.

Cas finished getting dressed, putting on his favorite suit and shirt, opting for a blue tie that he knew brought out his eyes.  He finished tying the tie and tucked the little box he had been hiding all week into his jacket’s inner pocket just as the shower shut off.  Cas smiled at his reflection; he needed to look good tonight - at the very least, he’d likely be all over YouTube in a couple of hours.  

Dean came out of the bathroom surrounded by a puff of steam and crossed the room st stand behind Cas.  “You look gorgeous,” he assured the man who he had caught fidgeting with his tie, before pressing a kiss onto Castiel’s cheek and turning to his suitcase to find the beginnings of his outfit for the evening.  His towel was drooping and Dean let it fall, wiggling his ass when Cas let out a wolf whistle.

Once Dean was dressed, they made their way down to the awards ceremony.  They were brought to their seats by an usher but before they sat, Cas turned to Dean.  “Do you mind finding us some drinks?  I need to go and have a quick chat with my manager before the show.”

Dean smiled and winked before he headed back out of the theater and towards the open bar in the lobby.  

Cas watched him go before he tracked down someone who could get his message to the person running the camera crew during the show.  If he won both awards, he wanted the camera that would have been broadcasting his face onto the big screens in the room to stay put.  Once he was assured that the message would be relayed, Cas joined Dean back at their seats just as the lights dimmed for the show to begin.

Awards were given and speeches were made and, after about an hour, it was time for the first category in which Cas was nominated, Best Actor.

The awards weren’t being broadcasted on any television, but Cas knew that a couple of the major porn sites would be live streaming, so there were cameras in the room, one of which was pointed at him.  He smiled at the camera when the presenter said his name and then schooled his features into a gently anticipatory expression.  

“And the winner is…” The presenter opened the envelope.  “Jimmy Novak in The Big Empty!”

Cas stood, as did all of the people around him.  He hugged a few of them, giving Dean an extra little squeeze, and then made his way to the stage.  

“Thank you, thank you so much.  There are so many people to thank… Thank you to the team behind The Big Empty, especially my costars and Director Dick, Thank you to my manager and to Dean.”  Cas paused for a second and winked.  It was the first time he had named Dean, though he didn’t pontificate on who Dean was.  “I’m so excited to win this award, especially because it’s always fun to go out with a bang - pun intended - and I,” Cas paused again, waiting for the little bit of laughter to die down, “and I am announcing my retirement tonight.  I’ve got one more shoot scheduled and then I’ll be transitioning into the next phase of my career.  Thank you all, for this award, and for making the last 20 or so years amazing.”

Cas retreated back stage as the next presenter came to the microphone.  He cut the interviews short with the promise to sit down for a longer interview after the show ended, wanting to get back to Dean.  The retirement announcement had been a surprise for his boyfriend and Cas didn’t want to leave him wondering for too long.  As soon as he could, Cas sat down beside Dean again.  “Hi,” Cas whispered, a small smile on his face.  “Surprise!”

Dean surreptitiously grabbed Castiel’s hand.  “You’re doing this because it’s what you want, right?” he asked quietly, looking at Cas.  “Not because you think it’s what I want?”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas replied.  “While I won’t lie and tell you that you didn’t play a role in this decision, this is what I want.  I have a few ideas as to what might come next for me and we can talk about them soon.  The one thing I need to know now, though, is if you still want to be open about our relationship with the porn world now.  If I win the next one, can I thank my partner?”

Dean squeezed Castiel’s hand and brought it up to his lips.  “That would be perfect, Cas.”  

The pair settled back into the seats, Dean still holding his boyfriend’s hand as the awards progressed.  As the night went on, Dean noticed that Cas was starting to get more and more nervous.  It was odd.  This wasn’t the first time he had been up for awards and he had never gotten this riled up over it before.  Dean did what he could to calm Cas and quietly reassure him but by the time the presenter was announcing the nominees for Male Performer of the Year, Cas was practically buzzing with nervous excitement.  

“And the AVN for Male Performer of the Year goes to… Jimmy Novak!”

Cas rose from his seat again.  This time, he didn’t hug anyone before Dean.  He pulled his boyfriend in and held him tightly.  “I love you,” he whispered, kissing him before making his way to the stage.  

“Thank you, this is truly an honor.  I don’t know if it’s possible to top my last speech, but I’m certainly going to try,” Cas laughed.  He took a deep breath and centered himself, allowing himself to be Castiel for one of the first times ever in the presence of his colleagues.  “There are so many people to thank and I promise I’ll call you all tomorrow.  Right now, I want to use my time to say this: Dean, I love you.  The past two and a half years have been among the best in my life and I am so glad that your brother and I let the air out of my tire in an attempt to orchestrate our meeting and that you took me to dinner instead of to the police station… We always said that we would share our relationship with the porn world once I retired so I can’t think of a better time to do this.”  Cas reached into his jacket and pulled out the box he had hidden there.  “Dean, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

The crowd erupted into applause as Dean’s face was displayed on the large screens to the sides of the stage.  He looked shocked but then started laughing, one of his hands rubbing his eyes and then swiping down his face before he nodded and Cas saw, rather than heard, him say “Yes.”

Cas left the stage, adopting his Jimmy persona for the final time as he went to meet the media for the interviews he had promised them earlier.  He was just as eager to get back to Dean and to his seat this time but he knew that playing nice and answering their questions would be the quickest way to do that.  

Cas made it back to his seat just in time for the final award of the night but neither he nor Dean would be able to recall who had won that prize because as soon as he was seated, Dean pulled Cas in and kissed him soundly.

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@Jhoomwrites emoji fics

Here’s one of three emoji fics I wrote for @jhoomwrites emoji fic celebration.

Bless my beta @casthewise I may have given her a migraine.

I’ll post it to AO3 eventually.  

It’s under the cut

No warnings, destiel, dcj, smut implied but safe for work

Emojis:  Billiards, headphones, thinking face

In order to work his way through college part-time, Dean has been tending bar since Ellen hired him at eighteen. He’s seen their usuals drowning whatever demons kept them company; the folks just wanting a drink after a long work day, students looking for fun, people looking for one night stands--the broken hearted, they had their weekend pool leagues and dart leagues.

Then there was Blue Eyes, the guy just didn’t fit any of their usual types. For starters he never talked to anyone, except Dean, and even then, not much.   Every Friday, precisely at 7pm for almost a year Blue Eyes came into the noisy bar, took a seat at the high table in the middle of the room, put his headphones on, stared at his laptop and took notes for hours, typically leaving around 11pm. Weren’t there libraries for that? Some nights he would show up with a suit and tie on, saying that he just got off work. Other nights he came in looking like he just rolled out of bed, his more casual nights he seemed to do more people watching than work, whatever his work was. Jo, Ash and Benny have all told Dean that Blue Eyes isn’t “people watching”, he’s “Dean watching” but Dean didn’t believe that, he was never able to catch him in the act.  

Dean would talk to the guy when he waited at the bar to get a drink or order food. Why he didn’t just give the order to a server, Dean had no clue. Over the year he learned that the guy’s name was Cas, and that getting the man to talk about his life was like pulling teeth.  He would talk with Dean about trivial things: music, tv, current events, what they liked to read--but never his personal life, job or school. Cas would ask endless questions about how drinks were mixed, why this glass with that drink, he seemed to particularly enjoy hearing stories about the daily patrons of the bar if Dean had time to tell him.  Dean was curious about him, what did he do that required a suit and was so boring he never mentioned it? Was he working on school work when he came in? Was he a part time student like Dean? He didn’t seem to drink because he felt a dire need to drink, he seemed to do it because he felt he should, like he didn’t realize that he could have soda or water, being in a bar did not mean he had to drink alcohol. Dean was rarely able to ask him about his life, Fridays being their busiest night he had to tend other customers, or simply because the guy seemed closed off. Being a good bar tender meant knowing when to joke with someone, when to flirt with someone, when not to push a person to talk and when to be that ear that they needed. The only thing that Dean knew for certain about the guy was that the Roadhouse’s burgers made him very happy, most normal jokes and pop culture references flew right over his head and that he was hot! Dean had more than one fantasy about the man over the months based on his voice and eyes alone.

On this particular Friday, Cas was staying a bit later than he normally did.  He thoughtfully stared at his laptop and Dean totally wasn’t amused by the scowl on Cas’s face, Jo came up and hip-checked him.

“You’re staring again, asshole,” Jo whispered over his shoulder.  Dean smirked at his surrogate sister and dropped his gaze to the glasses he had been rinsing in the sink behind the bar.

Jo began to empty her apron and count her tips. “Seriously Dean, just go ask the guy if wants to grab a coffee, I swear you have no balls Winchester”.  

Dean was about to reply when he was interrupted by Benny coming from the kitchen to clock out. “Oh chere, I don’t believe that’s true. I’ve had a few rolls in the hay with your brotha here, I can vouch for his balls.” Jo grimaced and put her fingers in her ears as Dean threw his head back and laughed. He was about to speak again when he was interrupted. This time by Cas coming up to pay his tab.  Benny threw a arm over Deans shoulder and gripped tight in an I got your back sorta way.  

Cas looked cautiously at Benny and back to Dean. “Uh, can I have my total, please?”

Dean fumbled an, “ah yeah sure,” and gave Cas his bill. He paid with a credit card and fumbled with his signature, looking flustered. His eye’s shifted between Benny and Dean again and nodded quickly before turning to leave.  

Benny chuckled.  “Hey Blue Eyes, you forgot somethin’.”  

Castiel turned slightly, and Dean couldn’t peg the look in his eye. It was somewhere between curiosity and annoyance.  “And what is that, exactly?”  

Benny gave Cas a mischievous smirk and oh shit, Dean knew that look but just couldn’t stop him in time  “You forgot to ask my friend here--” He gave Dean a shove, “--out for coffee, or a beer. Your choice.”  Benny put on his jacket. “I gotta go, Andrea is waitin for me. I’ll be sleepin’ on the couch if she goes to bed alone.”

With that he walked out from behind the bar, and out the door without looking back.  

Cas was frozen.

Jo laughed in response, and Dean heard her walk into the back. Cas wasn’t moving, why wasn’t he moving? Dean cleared his throat finally finding some words and Ash came bursting through the kitchen door, sending the swinging door flying, with a very loud. “Hola, Amigo!! Jo says I’m here to cover your ass! Clock out, you’re free to go.”  Dean shut his eyes, whatever he was going to say to Cas was now a jumbled mess in his mind.  Assholes, they’re all assholes.

Cas turned now and stared.

Dean couldn’t move. Cas walked slowly back to the bar, his eyes never leaving Dean’s. Normally Dean, in this embarrassed state, would look anywhere but at the person he was confronting, but something about the intensity of Cas wouldn’t let him look away.

Cas’s gaze dropped briefly as he walked the few feet to the bar, glancing up through his lashes. “Dean, I still have a good deal of writing to do tonight. A coffee sounds great... would you like to accompany me?” Dean’s heart was pounding in his ears, his heart sped up and he seemed to have forgotten how to say yes.

“Of course he would!” Ash practically yelled, and clapped Dean on the back effectively knocking the air from his lungs.

“FUCK,”  Dean grumbled through gritted teeth. “Can I speak for myself at least once tonight? Is that possible?!” Dean dropped his head to his hands.

“Apparently not, ‘cause we keep beating you to it...” Ash smiled. “Shit or get off the pot, Deano,” and he slapped Dean on the shoulder  before being flagged down by a customer at the other side of the bar.

Dean gazed up at Cas through his fingers.  “You still want to have coffee after meeting my friends?”  

The side of Castiel’s mouth quirked up in a  smirk “Especially after meeting your friends.”

They took Dean’s car, because, c’mon he had to show Baby off to him. They found a 24 hour diner and ordered coffee. Dean couldn’t recall another time where he had as much fun just talking to someone. Cas was easier to talk to once Dean wasn’t worried about his friends interrupting or worried about what anyone might say. Cas seemed to open up one on one, in a way he wasn’t able to in the crowded bar.   Cas had a dry humor that was highly amusing once you realized he was joking.   Cas was a writer, and he came to Harvelle’s Roadhouse so that he could write accurately, seeing as how most of his current work in progress took place in a bar. His day job however was as an editor for the local paper, which he couldn’t wait to leave once his first book was published.  

Dean told Cas about school, and that he was majoring in art therapy which Cas stated “I would’ve never thought of that as a career for you”. Dean explained to Cas that he was mute for a time after his mother's death. When he couldn’t speak about his feelings, his therapist would have him draw.  That was something that stuck with him. He found that what people couldn’t say, they could often depict in other ways.  It was something that was interesting to him, as he got older and researched the job field he realised that he could help children through trauma a lot like his therapist helped him.  The schooling for it was taking forever but it was going to be worth it in the end.

They actually talked most of the night, interrupted only when a rather annoyed server told them they had to order more than coffee to keep their table. Dean understood, she could’ve been making a lot in tips table after table, but he and Cas had held the table all night so they ordered breakfast, tipped her very well, and went their separate ways. They didn’t exchange numbers.

The Friday after their date, Dean couldn’t wait to see and talk to Cas again. At 7pm on the nose Cas strolled through the door in jeans that hugged his thighs and ass in all the right places, a plain grey t-shirt that did the same, and hair that looked like it had never seen a comb. Only this time, for first time, he had no laptop, no headphones and walked right past the bar, ignoring his regular table, and stepped up to the area for the pool table. He didn’t even greet Dean--just smiled at him, winked and proceeded to challenge the first person willing to play him. He won, with one the quickest and best played games Dean ever saw. Then, in a move he hadn’t done since he’d waltzed into the place, Cas flagged down Jo for a drink. Dean would have been worried that Cas was avoiding him, if it wasn’t for the blatant looks he was giving Dean in between taking his shots. The guy looked like he went to the school of seduction at University of Winchester.  

The sonuvabitch beat everyone who came up to meet him; he was gathering attention and building quite the pile of cash. Every single shot he called, he made.  By the time Ellen came out from the back, Dean wasn’t even pretending to tend bar anymore.  He was more or less ogling and drooling into the sink everytime Cas bent over the pool table and maintaining the gaze anytime Cas flashed his baby blues Dean’s way.  Ash had taken over properly tending to customers about an hour ago. Ellen leaned beside Dean and just watched Cas rule the billiard table. Dean found himself increasingly aroused by the confidence oozing off of him. Cas stretched while waiting for his opponent to take his turn and Dean got a glimpse of mouth watering hip bones. Dean noticed Cas grinning at him, that bastard knew what he was doing to Dean.  All kinds of filthy scenes played through Dean’s mind, him and Cas defiling that pool table, him dragging Cas into the bathroom for quickie, hell, Impala’s backseat had enough room---

He jumped when Ellen spoke up from beside him. “You know Dean, I’m happy your boy is winning and all, but he’s going to piss someone off, someone will think they’re bein’ hustled”

Dean stared at her. “You suggesting I escort him home to protect him or something?” he chuckled.  Ellen gave him a stare that plainly said boy don’t you question me. Dean just coughed and nodded.

“ Get that boy home, he’s been hogging the table far too long. Clock out and see that he gets to his car okay.”  With that Ellen began tending bar with Ash.

Dean did as he was told, he clocked out and then walked to the billiard table.

Giving Cas a pointed look, which morphed into his best flirtatious smile. He jerked his head toward the door.  Cas cocked an eyebrow and gave a wicked smile as leaned to take the next shot  and nodded, and without breaking his gaze at Dean he called his shot: “eight ball side pocket!” He banked the eight and it landed in the side pocket as called.

As he collected his cash and followed Dean through a rather angry looking crowd, the latter leaned close to him. “Where did you park?” he asked.

“I didn’t, I walked,” Cas said. Dean thought his voice sounded off.  On the way to the front door, Cas flagged down Jo again, dropped what was easily two hundred dollars in her apron pocket from his winnings, and thanked her for keeping him hydrated. Then he grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him out the front door.

Once outside, Cas was all smiles as he walked backwards to talk to Dean. “Can you believe that haul? Christ, even after giving that server a weeks worth of tips, I still have my share of the rent money for this month.” He looked around the parking lot.  “Is that black beauty yours?” he asked, pointing to the Impala.

Dean stopped and looked confused, his voice was more tense than he intended: “You know she is, you saw my car last Friday! And what do you mean that server, that was Jo, you know her!” Cas stopped. His eyes went wide and he chuckled, a low, full smile, crinkled eyed chuckle. Dean was almost annoyed. “Sorry Cas I missed the joke, how drunk are you?”

A set of devious blue eyes flashed at him.  “I’m sorry.” He held out his hand to Dean as if to shake it. “I’m James Novak, Cas’ brother... Call me Jimmy.” Dean felt the world spin... there’s two of them, his mind was both racing and skidding to a halt at the same time.

When Dean didn’t shake his hand, Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Christ on the cross, my brother was right, you stop like a scratched record when embarrassed.” Dean’s mind snapped back to the present.

“Cas talks about me?” his voice cracked, and Jimmy’s impossibly wide smile got even wider, damn near manic.

Jimmy sauntered in close to Dean and whispered: “Oh he has said SO much.” He put his mouth close to Dean’s ear “and some of it I wasn’t meant to hear, I’ve been visiting on the nights he’s out of town for meetings, I needed to see who my brother found so alluring, besides me”

Dean audibly swallowed and Jimmy chuckled warm breath in his ear. Jimmy ghosted his mouth from Dean’s ear to his lips but didn’t kiss him. He pinned Dean with the same gaze Cas had the previous week. “So when he didn’t come home until daylight last Saturday, and said he had been with you,” Jimmy trailed his index finger across Dean’s collar and down the front of his shirt. “I decided to make the move that he’s too chicken shit to.” Then Jimmy turned abruptly and walked toward the Impala, calling over his shoulder: “He hasn’t shut up about you for almost a year. Drive me home Dean, I have a interesting situation to tell you about.”

~end~

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5 Stories by Me

@cenedrariva tagged me for the favourite 5 fics written by me meme by @silver9mm. Thanks for the tag! Here are some of the fics on my Ao3 that I like the most:

Hand in Hand Supernatural, 50k (32.8 posted so far, new chapters twice a week as I edit them), Mooseley, Destiel

Somebody’s slapped a symbol on Crowley that keeps him out of Hell -- and that is slowly killing him. Sam wants to research a way around it, but the demon seems content just to spend his last few days in the Moose’s company. Meanwhile, Dean and Cas are avoiding their feelings for each other, which gets a lot tougher when the angel uses up most of the stolen grace he has left buying Crowley a little more time. This is co-written with @beingcouy, takes place in roughly early season 10 timeline, and features Crowley possessing Sam, plus Juliet the Hellhound being around a lot, both things that were super fun to write about.

The Dreamscape Resident Evil game series, 233.3k, Chrisker, Nivanshake, other ships on the side, UNFINISHED (we’d love to finish it, just has been sitting a few years.)

@beingcouy‘s and my epic-length 41-chapter co-written Resident Evil story about RE6 ending on an alternate, more apocalyptic note, a bunch of favorite RE characters struggling to survive in the aftermath, and the lifelong denied relationship between Chris Redfield and Albert Wesker maybe finally getting a chance. Chris is living a second, domestic married life with Wesker whenever he sleeps, Wesker and Piers are somehow back from the dead, and Wesker wants to cure Piers of the J’avo advanced C-virus infection he still carries. The key to curing Piers might just be the key to saving the world.

Silver and Cold Supernatural, 33.2k, Sastiel

Another one co-written with @beingcouy. A cursed necklace turns Sam into a merman, and anybody not related to him is head over heels in love with him on sight -- including Castiel. Mer!Sam has playfully violent tendencies and a driving desire to get to the ocean. Luckily, Castiel will do anything for him right now... As the only one in his right mind, it’s up to Dean to try and save the day, but he’s got to catch up to them first.

Double Dare Supernatural, 6.8k, Sastiel, Destiel (but not Wincestiel)

Sam and Dean each dare the other to kiss Castiel, and the angel is curious so he goes along with it. What’s a little drunken kissing between friends? The brothers joke about it like it’s nothing, but Cas can’t stop thinking about the kisses -- especially when he sees Dean kissing someone else.

For You Until Dawn, 1.3k, Climbing Class, Fix-it

The “Josh lives” ending I wish the game had programmed in somewhere. Josh wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t evil, either -- just sick and grieving and off his meds. For Josh, his friendship with Chris just cuts off in the game after he’s left tied up, and I can’t help thinking if he knew Chris went back for him even after everything he did, Josh wouldn’t have succumbed to the Wendigo spirit in the mines.

Okay, gotta tag some people. Don’t feel pressured, but if you do reply then I get to see some fic recs, so...I kinda hope you’ll do it, haha. 

I tag: @aini-nufire @yifera @thayerkerbasy @ozonecologne @majesticduxk @jhoomwrites

[nera-solani]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Meme

Tagged by the wonderful @jdragon122​, always happy to do this kind of stuff when you ask me to! <3

I’ve never done fic recs before, so this is gonna be interesting... I’ll have to search a little, but I’m sure I’ll come up with some good ones!

1. AN OLD FIC (POSTED AT LEAST THREE YEARS AGO) To reign in Hell by Whreflections

This is probably one of the darkest fics I’ve ever read, but holy shit it’s good! It has a short prequel that you really should read too, it’s so damn sad I almost cried and I surely don't cry easily. Anyway, the whole thing plays in some obscure time line after season 5, but with an alternate season 5. Or something. Michael comes to Dean in Heaven and asks him for help, because after Cas’ fall, he apparently turned into a demon and is now a danger to the world. Dean is the only one who might be able to save him from the darkness inside him, but will he succeed or will Castiel pull him down with him?

2. A NEW FIC (POSTED WITHIN THE LAST SIX MONTHS) The Case of the Curious Convention by Jdragon122

This is just so cute and funny! And I love it when TFW geeks out a little. They have to investigate a case at comic con and what can I say? Shenanigans ensue. I especially loved the part where Dean and Cas dressed up as each other, hehehe. This was the first fic I read from you, Jo and I’m thankful for it, because otherwise I would’ve never gotten to know you <3

3. A FIC YOU WISH HAD GOTTEN MORE ATTENTION (LESS THAN 50 KUDOS ON AO3 OR LESS THAN 30 COMMENTS ON LJ) The Case of the Curious Convention by Jdragon122

I’m gonna go with that again, bc it really deserves more than 42.

4. A GENFIC Of Tricksters and Archangels by imnotcrazyiswear, KilljoysNeverDie

This is actually a series, but I just couldn’t pick one of those fics alone. This is a Supernatural/Avengers crossover, centered around Gabriel and Loki and I just love the way their friendship grows over time. Also, it’s the only Gen fic I could find, so... Go read it, it’s amazing!

5. A FIC FOCUSED ON A FEMALE CHARACTER There was that one fic that was more or less centered around Charlie, but I just can’t find it and don't remember the title, sorry.

6. A FIC WHICH MADE YOU SEE A CHARACTER IN A NEW LIGHT ET Goes Home by captainangua

This is a Lilo&Stitch AU and I chose it because the parallels between Stitch and Castiel are incredible and this fic got me to notice them for the first time. It’s so well written and probably one of my favorite AUs ever, so go read it. Now.

7. A FIC WHICH MADE YOU SHIP SOMETHING It's The Great Destiel Shipper, Sam Winchester by thejigsawtimess

I never really was into Sabriel and I’ll probably never be, but this fic made me ship it at least a little bit. I didn't even expect it when I started reading, because it’s Destiel centered and then suddenly there it was. This fic is a little cracky and pretty funny, but probably not one of the best ones out there.

8. A FIC WHICH INSPIRED YOU TO WRITE Our Bodies, Possessed By Light by obstinatrix This is so well written, it really swept me off my feet. If you haven't already read it, go read it now, you won't regret it.

Après by imogenbynight This is an incredible bilingual fic that plays right after the fall, just that here, Metatron leaves Cas in France after taking his grace. For once, Dean flies to Cas to get him. It is so beautifully written, I can’t even.

Meta Madness by angelswatchingover This is probably one of the first Destiel fics I ever read and I really loved the concept of it. The boys have to investigate a case on the set of the Supernatural movie, the Ghostfacers show up and there is just a ton of meta in there, which is why I love this so much.

Angelhawke by almaasi (don't have links, just google it) This is the longest fic I’ve read so far, with 421k. It’s a fantasy AU that could be an actual book if the character’s names were different. It’s a story of love and loss, dealing with homophobia in a medieval-like setting, finding one’s destiny, loyalty against all odds and about a love that is stronger than any curse.

9. A FIC WITH A PARTICULARLY MEMORABLE LINE Does it have to be something that a character says? I’ll just go with no, because nothing comes to mind there...

Après by imogenbynight The lips on his are firm and insistent and desperate, and for a few minutes in the dark by the river, he remembers what it is to fly.

10. FREE CATEGORY -  Whoop, almost done! I’m a sucker for serial killer AUs, no idea why. But I’d like to share my favorites with you (in no particular order) and maybe someone could write a new one for me? Pretty please?

Darkly Dreaming Dean by Duckyboos

Lost Souls by lastknownwriter

Destiel: Serial Killers by Scared Swan

The Dead Bodies Mean "I Love You" (Masterpost) by charliechick117

I think I am done now. Wow, this took long! Now tags: @jordanwinchesterimagines @anyrei @tanjasteatime @wanderingcas

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

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Okie dokie, so this is officially the first Destiel fic I’ve ever finished! Woo! It got a little longer than I planned and the ending is a little rushed but I hope you like it anyway! (also on ao3!)

Dean was cool, okay? The coolest, in fact.

He drove the coolest car in the world. His baby was sleek and sexy and powerful, buttery soft leather bench seats perfect for long drives or sleeping on when no local hotels had any vacancies. And of course, the backseat was perfect for a different kind of late night activity.

He listened to the coolest music, the Holy Grail that was classic rock. He didn't care what Claire said, Led Zeppelin and Bob Seger would forever be cooler than what kids these days tried to pass off as music. Guitars and soul-filled lyrics would always beat out techno music and whatever the hell dubstep is.

He had one of the coolest, and most ridiculously dangerous, jobs on the face of the earth, hunting supernatural creatures only rivaled by pornstar as far as awesome jobs went. If his life hadn't gotten so fucked up when he was so young, he totally would have been a pornstar. Why? Because he's cool.

He lived in the coolest place in Kansas, if not the entire United States itself, in a freaking super secret underground bunker. That said it all really especially since the Bunker was indeed super secret.

He was damn good-looking if he did say so himself, what with his all-American, Midwestern good looks and gorgeous smile that could charm the pants off of virtually anyone. According to the laws of the universe, and high school for that matter, his physical attractiveness definitely made him cool.

He had survived forty years worth of torture in Hell and come back with a neat handprint on his arm as a souvenir. He had done a stint in Purgatory and come out smelling like a rose. He had fought demons and angels and Knights of Hell and pagan gods and the Darkness and lived to tell the tale. Only someone insanely cool could do that.

And to top it all off, like a scoop of vanilla ice cream on a nice piece of apple pie, he was dating a certified, wing-possessing, angel blade carrying angel of the freaking Lord, whom he had met. It didn't get much cooler than that.

So, the point is that Dean was cool. The coolest. Cool and aloof and brooding. Like a Batman type.

Definitely not the type that turned into a pathetic, blushing, bumbling nerd over his aforementioned dorky little angel boyfriend. Nope, not all. Except that he was. He totally, totally was.

He and Cas had been dating for months — four months, two weeks, and three days to be exact, not that Dean was counting or marking it off on his calendar because that would be super uncool — and he still found himself blushing like an idiot over the most innocent things.

Innocent things like whenever Cas leaned over while they were cooking dinner together to press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek. Or when he would reach over to tangle his and Dean's fingers together for no reason other than he wanted to hold hands.

Or when Cas would snuggle with him in the front seat of the Impala on days when Sam generously relinquished shotgun, laying his head on Dean's shoulder as they drove home after a hunt. Or when Cas would just stare at him, from across the kitchen table in the Bunker or a wobbly table at a hole in the wall diner, like Dean was the most precious, incredible thing he had ever seen.

Or when Cas would wander into the kitchen in the morning, grumpy from a lack of caffeine with his hair sticking up in all directions, and wrap his arms around Dean's waist from behind, pressing his cheek against Dean's back and complaining about how early it was. Or when Cas would encourage Dean to lay down on the couch with his head in the angel's lap, it always leading to them watching Netflix while Cas ran his fingers through Dean's hair.

Basically whenever Cas did anything remotely affection. Which was pretty often, Dean's embarrassing little habit an almost daily occurrence much to the amusement of Sam.

He thought the whole thing was freaking hilarious. Cas making Dean blush never failed to make Sam erupt into a fit of laughter, almost hysterical as he pointed at Dean's flushed face, making incoherent jokes about Dean resembling a tomato.

He was also rather fond of snapping pictures on his phone. Pictures that he usually sent to Charlie, Claire, Garth, Jody, and now Eileen whom he had been Skyping with regularly.

The first time Sam had taken a picture of Dean's blushing face, Cas and Dean had been curled up on the couch, watching some action movie they had found on Netflix. In the middle of some ridiculous action sequence with a gratuitous amount of obviously fake blood and slow motion, Cas had tipped his head to the side to lay a quick kiss on Dean's jaw.

Sam who had been sitting in a nearby armchair, tapping away on his laptop, had seized the opportunity and taken a quick picture of Dean's bright pink cheeks. When Dean had realized what Sam had done, he had hopped off the couch and launched himself at his younger brother who fled down the hall, his laughter echoing through the Bunker.

Dean still owed Sam a good kick in the ass for all of the pictures he had taken of him blushing. Mostly because it was so freaking embarrassing.

He was almost forty, as both loathe and proud as he was to admit it, he shouldn't be blushing like some ten year old girl every time his boyfriend kissed him. Especially since Cas never blushed. Never.

Dean had tried getting his angel to blush by giving him a taste of his own medicine but it never worked.

He had tried sneaking up behind Cas and twirling him around to peck him on the cheek but it hadn't worked. Cas had just huffed a laugh and smiled up at him, big and bright and breathtaking, greeting Dean with his signature, "Hello, Dean."

He had tried doing sappy, romantic things like spontaneously pulling Cas into an impromptu dance when they were supposed to be doing the dishes. After swaying around with Cas in his arms, their fingers intertwined as they danced, Dean had even dipped Cas, kissing the tip of his nose. But still no dice.

He had even tried performing over the top romantic gestures like bringing Cas breakfast in bed along with a bouquet of roses, lilies, and daisies that he had picked in the fields around the Bunker. Cas had been delighted, tugging Dean into an overjoyed kiss, but he hadn't blushed.

Dean had tried everything he could think of. He even asked Charlie for advice, then Sam when Charlie's plan fell through.

But Cas never blushed, no matter what Dean did. It would have been infuriating if Dean didn't love Cas so much.

And he did. So much so that it was almost embarrassing in itself, almost enough to make Dean blush without any action on Cas' part.

Even though none of his past attempts at making Cas had failed miserably, Dean was far from giving up. He was no quitter, damn it. He would make Cas blush, he just needed a new plan.

A burst pipe in the wall that flooded Cas' room provided the perfect opportunity. And yes, he realized that taking advantage of his boyfriend's misfortune was definitely a dick move, but he was a man on a mission.

Cas had stomped into the kitchen hours earlier than he usually did, typically dead to the world until late morning. He was in a pair of sopping wet sweatpants, a downright murderous expression on his face as he reported that a pipe had burst.

Luckily, his room stopped flooding after a while but his mattress was completely unsalvageable, the pipe bursting just above it and thoroughly soaking the bed and in the process, Cas. Soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead, he had looked like a grumpy cat that someone had tossed in the bathtub.

Dean hadn't been able to hold back his laughter, doubling over as Cas pouted about his ruined mattress. That had earned him a rather pissed off glare from Cas who had crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently in the puddle of water pooling on the floor around him.

Fortunately, Dean redeemed himself by offering to run Cas a hot shower and grab him some clothes, Cas' face lighting up at the thought. As Cas warmed back up in the hot shower, Dean braved the flood in his room to grab the angel a change of clothes, picking out a plain t-shirt, a comfy looking flannel that used to belong to Sam, and a pair of jeans they had picked up for him at the nearest Walmart.

His consideration earned him a grateful kiss on the couch when Cas emerged from the bathroom in the clothes Dean had picked out for him, looking much happier than earlier. As he finished mopping up the puddle in the kitchen, Sam told Cas that he could stay in one of the other guest rooms until they got his room fixed up which would be a few days thanks to the thunderstorm raging outside.

But Dean had vetoed that idea immediately. Instead, he invited Cas to stay with him for the time being, curling his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders as he made the offer.

Cas had squinted at him as he asked if Dean was sure, his head cocked to the side like a curious puppy. Dean had assured him that he was sure, leaning over to kiss Cas on the forehead, ruffling his damp hair until it stuck up in all different directions.

The day had passed without any further incident, most of their time spent looking for cases online to no avail. Things had definitely tapered off after the Darkness had been placated and God had reopened Heaven to the angels, returning their home and their wings.

They had Skyped with Claire for a bit, all three of them awkwardly cramming into frame as they talked about the last few weeks. Claire told them about what classes she had picked for her next semester and complained about midterms, tacking on that she and Alex were getting along much better now.

After talking to Jody for a while, the sheriff teasing Dean about what a cute couple he and Cas made until he ended up flushing pink, they decided to call it a day. Over a cozy dinner of homemade chili, they watched the season premiere of Game of Thrones, squished together on the couch with Cas' head on Dean's shoulder.

Still hungry, Dean had rustled up some ice cream from the freezer, a decadent rocky road that called to him like a siren. Forgoing bowls, he simply grabbed three spoons and carried the carton back to the couch where they all helped themselves to the dessert.

And yes, Dean may have blushed when Cas took his first taste and let out a delighted, breathy little sigh that Dean was definitely going to think about later when he was alone. But it wasn't his fault, Cas was just that good at making him blush.

Some time after they had finished off the ice cream, Dean decided to retire for the evening, standing up and stretching as he announced how tired he was. He had leaned down to peck Cas on the cheek, telling him to come to his room whenever he was ready, before padding down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower.

Then, he waited for Cas.

Sprawled out on his back on his bed, he stretched out his legs, wiggling his toes and shifting around to get more comfortable. After his shower he had thrown on a black t-shirt and some black boxer briefs and plopped down on his luxurious memory foam mattress, leaving room for Cas to slip into bed beside him, perfectly content with just drifting off to sleep.

But of course, now that he was freshly showered and dressed for bed, the last thing he wanted to do was actually go to sleep, suddenly feeling wide awake. Grumbling about how freaking typical that was, he shimmied around again, grabbing his TV remote to do some intense channel surfing.

He had just settled on a rerun of Family Feud with the original host when a tentative knock came at his bedroom door. A smile stretched across his face as he called, "Come in!"

The door opened a few inches to reveal an almost timid looking Cas, still in the clothes Dean had grabbed him earlier, a small smile on his face. Taking a few steps into Dean's room, he closed the door behind him and glanced around a bit, grinning at the pictures Dean had on his nightstand, proudly displayed in brand new frames.

Cas hesitated by the door for a little longer before announcing, "I assume I'll be sleeping on the couch."

He pointed at the green couch by the door as he said it, drawing Dean's attention to the sofa. Snapping his eyes back up to meet Cas' he argued, "What? No. Dude, you're sleeping in the bed with me."

"Oh," Cas murmured simply, his gaze shifting over to the spot on the bed Dean had left for him. A small smile lifted the corner of his lips when Dean patted the spot beside his hip, flashing Cas his most charming grin.

Why Cas thought he was going to be relegated to the couch all night was a mystery to him. He paused, smile freezing on his face, as something occurred to him. Sitting up, he amended "Uh, I mean, y'know... Unless you're more comfortable with that. I can take the couch if you want so you can have the bed."

Fortunately, Cas cut him off before he ended up rambling any more than he already had. With an amused little smile, he informed Dean, "I'd rather share the bed with you."

"Oh," Dean said intelligently. "Uh, good. So, you gonna get changed? Trust me, jeans ain't the most comfortable thing to sleep in."

Cas blinked and looked down at himself, as though he had completely forgotten about what he was wearing. Glancing back up at Dean, he admitted, "I don't have any other clothes with me—" he hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the door "—I can go grab some."

"Nah, don't bother," Dean countered. Waving his hand at his dresser, he suggested, "Just borrow some of mine, babe."

Cas sent him a grateful and walked over to the dresser, pulling out drawers and rifling around for something to wear. As Cas perused through Dean's wardrobe, Dean laid back down, punching his pillow a few times before settling back with a sigh.

As another family guessed what the survey said on screen, Dean's gaze strayed over to Cas as he shrugged out of the hand-me-down flannel and promptly tugged off his t-shirt. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his shirtless boyfriend, running over the curve of Cas' shoulder and the way the muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he balled up his clothes and tossed them in Dean's laundry hamper.

He nearly swallowed his tongue, not that he would ever admit it, because Cas was seriously hot. Sure, he had always been attracted to Cas, always wondering what the dork looked like under his trench coat but this blew all of his expectations out of the water.

Cas may not have super defined abs or bulging biceps but he was all muscle, his arms sinewy and strong looking, his stomach flat with a small trail of hair beneath his navel. Cas' skin looked soft to the touch, unmarred by any human faults like scars, the tattoo he had once had above his hip gone thanks to the time God had healed him.

He bet Cas would feel amazing in his arms, skin against skin as they held each other all through the night. And yes, he realized that was right out of a chick flick but he didn't care, too busy ogling his boyfriend as he tugged off his jeans.

He was wearing a pair of starchy white boxers, so boring that it was almost hot in itself. His thighs were thick with muscle, his calves wiry like a runner's, overall the sexiest pair of legs Dean had ever seen.

Cas was unbelievably gorgeous. So, being the cool and classy gentleman that he was, Dean stuck two fingers in his mouth and wolf whistled.

Cas paused, Dean's nearly threadbare AC/DC t-shirt in his hands, and looked over at Dean, his brow furrowed in confusion. Tilting his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes a fraction and guilelessly inquired, "Why are you whistling?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "It's a wolf whistle, Cas."

"Wolves cannot whistle," Cas stated with a solemn shake of his head, still frowning. "I suppose a howl is similar enough but it certainly isn't an actual whistle."

"It's just called a wolf whistle, Cas," Dean explained with another roll of his eyes. Smirking, he further elaborated, "Means you look good. Real good, babe."

He followed up his comment with a smirk and a wink. Then, he watched in pure, unadulterated delight as Cas ducked his head, looking shy.

And what was that? Was that a blush on Cas' cheeks?

Dean squinted, focusing on Cas' face to confirm that the flush on the angel's face was indeed a blush. He wanted to pump his fist in the air and let out a whoop of triumphant but he managed to restrain himself, the gears in his mind turning.

So, was it compliments that made Cas blush? Or maybe it was something else, something less innocent.

He remembered the way Cas had fidgeted all those years ago when Dean had practically interrogated him about his virginity, how he had nervously rubbed the back of his neck and avoided meeting Dean's eyes. He thought about the terrified, embarrassed look on his face when they had been approached by the ironically dubbed Chastity at the brothel.

More recently, he had bumbled his way through an awkward explanation of why he had been half naked when that reaper bitch April had stabbed him with his own angel blade. Dean had been glad to note that they hadn't actually gotten down to having sex, Cas deserving a better first time than with some asshole manipulating him. He had also noted the way Cas had been extremely embarrassed by the whole ordeal though at the time Dean had simply thought the newly human Cas had just been embarrassed that he had been tricked.

Added to the fact that they had been together for months yet had not progressed past a few particularly heated kisses, at the behest of Cas who usually ended things before they could even get to second base, he had enough evidence to surmise that Cas was embarrassed by sex.

Cas pulled on Dean's AC/DC t-shirt, keeping his head down as he tugged it on over his head, ruffling his hair. He paused as he picked up a pair of Dean's sweatpants, glancing over at Dean's own lack of pants before dropping the sweats back into the drawer.

He shrugged and rounded the bed to climb in next to Dean, their arms brushing as he did. A contented sigh slipped out of his mouth as he sunk into the memory foam, laying his head on Dean's extra pillow.

Dean tilted his head to the side to look over at Cas, not satisfied with the fleeting blush he had finally wrought. Which gave him an idea that was pretty ingenious if he said so himself.

"Hey, you tired, babe?" He asked first. Cas didn't necessarily need to sleep but he often did, apparently rather fond of taking naps. If Dean had a dollar for every time he found Cas dozing in the library he'd be rich.

"Not especially, no," Cas replied, scooting a few inches closer in order to rest his head on Dean's shoulder. "Sam decided to go to bed and I saw no point in watching TV alone. Not when I could be with you."

Dean hesitated for a moment as his face filled with heat that Cas' comment caused. His boyfriend was such a romantic sap, especially when he wasn't even trying.

Regaining his composure, Dean grabbed the remote to his DVD player, pulling up Netflix. As he searched through the titles, he told Cas, "There's a movie I think you might like. Not real long. You up for it?"

Cas just nodded, Dean feeling the movement against his shoulder, Cas' stubble rasping against the sleeve of Dean's t-shirt. Smiling to himself, Dean queued up the movie and laid back to wait.

It was some artsy movie, something about a guy finding himself in Paris through the art and the music and the food. He had only watched it because the summary had advertised the wrong movie, a supernatural thriller that actually sounded pretty cool.

He knew that Cas would like it, would enjoy the music and the in depth monologues about the meaning of life and the inner conflict of humanity. But that wasn't why he had chosen the movie. No, it was because of the scene about half an hour in.

It was a sex scene, specifically a gay sex scene featuring miles of moonlit skin and a beautiful instrumental piece of music playing in the background. As far as sex scenes went, it was pretty good, passionate and engaging without being pornographic or gratuitous.

It was actually kind of beautiful, two men who had been dancing around each other for the whole movie finally resolving the tension between them. And, yes, it was really hot. Turning his head to the side a bit, he told Cas as much.

"This part always gets me going," he announced plainly as though he was discussing the weather not the fact that he had popped a boner once or twice while watching the scene. Before Cas could take his words too literally and ask where he was going, Dean tacked on, "Y'know, makes me horny. Turned on. Aroused."

"I'm aware of what horny means," Cas mumbled, his voice quiet as he rolled over onto his side, raising a hand to rest on Dean's chest. His voice sounded a little strange, a bit strained. When Dean took a peek at Cas' face, he saw that it was bright pink.

Upping the ante, Dean curled his arm around Cas', letting his fingers drift down over Cas' arm, teasing at the fine hair on his forearm. He smirked proudly to himself when Cas shivered in his arms, the angel blinking in surprise at his own actions.

Pulling back a few inches, Cas raised himself up on his elbow, biting his perpetually chapped bottom lip as he peered at Dean's face. Sounding both curious and somewhat accusatory, Cas ventured, "Dean...?"

"Yeah, babe?" Dean answered, trying to bite back the cocky smile he felt tugging at the corner of his lips at the sight of Cas' still flushed face. But staring into Cas' critical eyes made him break and he ended up smiling with a choked laugh.

"I knew it," Cas grumbled, his forehead creasing as he frowned, his insanely pink lips jutting out in an adorably grumpy pout. He poked Dean in the chest as he accused, "You're making fun of me."

"What? No. No, no, no," Dean rushed to assure him, sitting up and cupping Cas' face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over his cheeks. Feeling like a jackass, he apologized, "I'm sorry, Cas. I just wanted to make you blush."

"Why?" Cas asked slowly, narrowing his eyes in a way that told Dean he better think long and hard about his answer. He didn't. Instead, he just winged it.

"Because you're always making me blush and I finally found a way to get you to blush," Dean explained in one big, hurried breath. "I just wanted to see you blush, Cas. I'm sorry."

Cas hummed thoughtfully before settling back down, tugging Dean down with him. With a casual sigh, he said, "We could keep watching. I believe this scene is getting me going, as well."

It was Dean's turn to blush.

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