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Show Me How Big Your Brave Is (au / 4.8k words)

Prompt 17 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @eccentriccas

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It stared at Dean from the fridge, tacked up by a Stanford University magnet gifted to Dean by his brother, Sam.

He’d known his high school reunion was coming up at some point but seeing it embossed in gold lettering created a pit in his stomach.

High school wasn’t the best time for Dean for a few reasons. First, his dad had died in freshman year, which Dean had had mixed feelings about if he was honest. He was mostly concerned about his mother. She didn’t take it well. And then there was-

Dean was torn from his stare down with the invitation by the door bell. He trudged over to answer it. His best friend, Charlie, came bounding in with all the energy of a labrador puppy.

“Hey, friend!” She exclaimed, pulling Dean into a tight hug. “Are you ready for our movie night?”

Dean let himself be infected with Charlie’s excited energy. “Of course, dude! Give me superheroes in spandex already.” He laughed.

“You go set up the first movie and I’ll put the beers in the fridge, okay?” Charlie instructed.

“Sounds good, Bradbury.”

Dean lucked out when he’d met Charlie. They’d been assigned as roommates in college. There had been a mix up with the room allocations. Dean had been a little confused when he’d turned from his boxes to find a tiny red-head standing in the doorway of his dorm.

Charlie had taken a step into the room, let her backpack fall to the floor, and said, “Don’t even think about trying anything. I’m gay as the day is long and I’m not afraid to punch a guy back into his place.” Dean hadn’t known how to reply so he’d just nodded and silently gone back to unpacking his things.

It was when Charlie had put up a Star Wars poster above her bed that Dean knew he was about to make a best friend.

“Ooh what’s this?” Charlie’s voice came from the kitchen.

Crap. Charlie had probably found the invite. He should have hidden it when he had the chance. He sighed and moved into the kitchen.

Charlie had an extremely mischievous grin on her face, and that was saying something for her.

“When were you going to tell me about this?” Charlie asked.

“Urm, never?” Dean mumbled, reaching to snatch the paper out of Charlie’s hand.

But Charlie was too quick and dodged Dean’s grasp.

“Come on Dean. You have to go!” Charlie implored. “It’ll be fun!”

Dean gave his friend an unimpressed look. “Charlie you know how much I hated high school.”

Charlie’s face softened. “I know, it sucks that you got outed before you were ready. No one deserves that. But, it’s been ten years. Things have changed.”

“You don’t know the people I went to high school with.” Dean scoffed.

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, you nerd.”

“Dramatic or not, I ain’t going.” Dean plucked the invite out of Charlie’s hand and tore it in two.

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. “Party pooper.”

* * *

A few hours later, Dean and Charlie were deep into their annual ‘NerdFest’ movie night.

“I swear, if I didn’t bat for the best team, I’d be so down for a bit of Black Wing.” Charlie mumbled around a mouth full of popcorn.

Dean couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Aside from Captain America (because, hello Chris Evans!), Black Wing was Dean’s favourite superhero. But he’d only appeared in ensemble movies. There had been rumours of him getting his own solo movie after fans online had campaigned for it but nothing ever seemed to come of it. The guy who played him seemed to just drop off the map.

Shame, Dean thought as he watched Black Wing kick ass on-screen, that dude was hot!

“Take someone like that to your high school reunion and it would make those dicks’ jaws drop.”

“Drop it, Charlie.” Dean groaned, glaring at the red-head.

“Just saying. Get a hot date and you’ll win the game of life in their eyes.” Charlie raised her hands in defence.

“Noted. Let’s move on.”

“Fine.” Charlie pouted.

Dean nodded and turned back to watch the screen, content that the subject had been dropped.

“OH MY GOD!”

Dean jumped out of his skin, sending popcorn flying through the air. “What the hell, Bradbury?” He exclaimed.

Charlie started excitedly slapping Dean on the arm. “I have the best idea.” She practically squealed. “Put an ad up on Craigslist for a hot date.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way. Never happening. Now stop.”

“But-”

“No!”

Charlie sulked for the next half an hour, all through the iconic fight scene with Black Wing and his fellow team of superheroes. She stopped eventually after Dean offered her a piece of pie as a peace offering.

* * *

After a couple more movies, Charlie had to leave. Apparently, being an adult meant that you can’t just spend all night watching with your best friend anymore - who knew? So with a ‘see ya later bitch’, Charlie was gone.

Dean felt the aches from being sat on the couch for hours and he was looking forward to laying out on his bed for a good night’s sleep.

He sighed to himself and tidied up the last remains of the movie snacks. He was ready for sleep but he had to work early in the morning and he wouldn’t have time to clean up before he left.

Shuffling into the kitchen to put the rubbish in the trash, Dean spotted his reunion invite where he left it on the counter. Except, it wasn’t ripped in two like he’d left it. It had ‘mysteriously’ been taped back together. He dragged a tired hand down his face in exasperation. Charlie just didn’t know when to quit. She was the bratty little sister he never wanted.

He plonked himself down on the chair at the counter and stared at the white paper for a few moments.

Fuck it!

Charlie was right (though he’d never admit it to her face). He was determined to prove to the assholes he went to school with that the shit they threw at him didn’t stick. It didn’t matter that Dean didn’t really believe it to be the truth,’ fake it til ya make it’ as they say.

Before he could chicken out, Dean had Craigslist opened up on his phone. Thinking back to Charlie’s suggestion earlier, Dean decided against asking specifically for a ‘hot’ guy. He dreaded to think what kind of douchebags that would answer the ad proclaiming themselves to be an adonis.

And, despite knowing since he was young that he was bisexual, he decided to aim the ad towards guys. His few relationships with women had never worked out. Even though this was all going to be fake, Dean would like to be able to at least get on with the person.

In the end, he decided on a short and simple ad:

‘Hi, I’m Dean (28M) looking for a guy to take as my date to my stupid high school reunion next Saturday. Message if interested (no weirdos)’

He posted the ad and then spotted the time at the top of the screen.

Midnight. Shit.

He closed the website and dashed upstairs as fast as his tired legs could carry him.

* * *

The next morning, Dean got woken up by the feel of sunlight shining on his face. He must have forgotten to shut the curtains before he passed out last night.

His blood ran cold when he realised that the sun shining on his face meant only one thing. He was late for work. He scrambled around looking for his phone to check the time but it was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, it came to him. He must have left his phone on the counter in the kitchen, meaning he didn’t hear his alarms going off.

He cursed himself and sped to get ready. Quickly sniffing a shirt to check it was okay to wear, he got dressed and raced downstairs. Sure enough, his phone was sat on the table where he'd sat the night before.

When he picked it up he found that it had also run out of battery overnight.

Great. As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

Forgetting all else on his mind, Dean grabbed his phone and dash out of the front door.

* * *

The ad remained forgotten until a few days later.

Dean was just about to sit down and relax with a beer when his phone lit up with a notification. He put his beer down on a coaster to check it out.

It was a message from Craigslist telling him someone has been trying to contact him about his ad.

Dean’s eyes went wide. He’d completely forgotten about the ad for a date after being late for work and being chewed out by his boss. He couldn't believe someone had actually responded. He looked at the date for the first message. This guy had contacted him like an hour after he’d posted the ad.

He opened the message.

(01:28) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Hello. I saw your ad for a date to your reunion. It says I’m only 10 miles from your location. I’m interested in helping you out. Are you still in need of assistance?

(10:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I assume, as you haven’t replied, that you’ve decided to go with someone else for your date.

(11:20) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: On second thought, this ad was probably a joke. Please ignore my messages.

Wow. This dude talked funny. And reading that last message, Dean felt a little sorry for the guy too. He seemed lonely. But beggars can’t be choosers, so Dean prepared to reply.

As he went to type, he noticed the guy’s username and smiled to himself.

(19:37) impala67 says: don’t worry dude! the position as my date is still open. you’re the only one who has responded.

PS. I like your username. you a Black Wing fan too?

The reply was almost immediate.

(19:41) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Okay. What information do you need from me?

PS. You could say so.

‘You could say so’? Was this guy purposefully trying to be mysterious? Either way, Dean was intrigued.

(19:45) impala67 says: idk dude, just the basics I guess. how old u are, what u look like

(19:53) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m 30 years old. I have blue eyes and dark hair. I’m 6 feet tall. Anything else?

Dean hummed to himself. The guy sounded pretty average, which was okay with him.

(19:55) impala67 says: nah, that’s awesome dude. anything you want to know?

(19:58) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I suppose it would be nice to know what you look like too. Also, if you don’t mind me prying, I wondered why you need to have a date for a school reunion. And why have you turned to Craigslist to find it?

Dean was set aback by this guy’s forwardness. But, he did have a right to know what he was getting into Dean supposed.

(20:05) impala67 says: you already know I’m 28. I have green eyes. sort of light brown hair and i’m around 6’2”. as for the other shit. high school was a shit show. I’ve always been a bit nerdy i guess. people didn’t like it. then I realised I’m bi (hope that’s not a deal break btw). tried asking this guy out senior year. got outed to the whole school. got a lot of shit for it.

(20:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. No one deserves that. Why do you want to go back? No one would blame you for leaving and never going back. (Again, if you don’t mind me asking.)

Dean blinked at the screen. His forgotten beer was getting warm but he was fascinated by this guy. He seemed genuine and Dean felt himself wanting to share the darkest parts of himself with a complete stranger. He sighed and typed.

(20:20) impala67 says: I guess I want to prove to those assholes that the things they said didn’t affect my life. even tho that’s not always the truth. I still struggle to accept myself i guess.

Dean chewed his lip, debating whether to include that last line or not. But, hey, he was asking this dude to be his date, the least he could do was be honest with him. He pressed send.

Blue Eyes didn’t reply instantly this time and it made Dean nervous. He wished he could take back the last bit of the message.

After a few anxious moments, Blue Eyes still hadn’t replied so Dean gave up, figuring he’d scared the guy away. He cursed himself and moved to put his Doctor Sexy DVDs into the player. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even Charlie, but Doctor Sexy was his comfort show. It provided him with a much needed distraction.

A couple hours later, Dean was beginning to doze. The extra few beers he’d had cushioned him into a deep sleep.

When he woke, surrounded by darkness with only the DVD menu playing to no one lighting the room, Dean rubbed his face tiredly and went to check his phone for the time.

Instead of looking at the clock, Dean’s eyes were distracted by the Craigslist notification. Blue Eyes had messaged him back! Feeling a little foolish that he’d reacted too quickly before, Dean opened the message.

(23:23) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: You’re incredibly brave, Dean. Not many people would be able to do what you’re doing.

Dean blushed in the darkness. Why were a random internet dude’s words affecting him so much? He didn’t really know what to say in response so he just sent a quick ‘thank you, dude.’

* * *

Over the next few days leading up to the reunion, Dean carried on messaging Blue Eyes just to get to know him a little more. Turns out the dude is dorky as hell. And, despite the original impression he gave with the Black Wing username, the guy didn’t understand any of Dean’s other references.

It had occurred to him after they’d been messaging for a while that Dean still didn’t know his name.

When he confronted Blue Eyes about it, the man had taken a while to respond again and answered only with ‘I’d rather not disclose my full name at this time. But, you can call me C.’

Dean had been a little skeptical of the guy’s response at first. But then, he figured the worst case scenario was the guy turned out to be a catfish and Dean would just blow off the reunion altogether and go get drunk. And he couldn’t blame the guy for not wanting to give out personal details over Craigslist.

The day before the reunion, they agreed it was probably best to meet somewhere a couple hours before so they had time to get to know each other in person and iron out the final details they’d need to know about each other.

* * *

Dean sat in the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet at (public and easy to escape if things went south). He tried to stop his leg from trembling under the table.

He was nervous for a couple of reasons. The obvious: this guy could turn out to be a creepy old dude stalking men on the internet. And the less obvious but more surprising to Dean: he actually wanted this to go well. Without even knowing what he looked like, Dean had found himself beginning to like the guy. Even if he wasn’t attracted to him when he finally saw Blue Eyes, Dean would be cool with being friends with him.

His eyes were following the patterns in the wood on the table top when a deep voice came from above him.

“Dean?” It asked, with nervous uncertainty.

Dean swallowed and looked up to the source of the voice and-

Holy shit!

It was him! It was the Black Wing!

What was the guy’s name? Cas- something? Castile? Casteel? Castiel! That was it!

Holy fucking shit! This couldn’t be happening.

Dean realised he’d been staring wide-eyed during his internal freak out and Blue Eyes, Castiel, was stood looking as nervous as Dean had felt before the surprise adrenaline took over his body.

“Sorry, dude. Please sit down.” Dean gestured to the chair opposite him. He wiped his hands on his jeans, nerves starting to take over once again.

Neither man spoke for a few moments.

“So I-” Castiel began.

“I don’t-” Dean spoke too.

Both men chuckled. “You go,” Dean told Castiel.

Castiel smiled softly, “I suppose, from your reaction, you know who I am.”

Dean blushed. “Yeah. For what it’s worth, I’m a big fan.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Now Castiel blushed, “Thank you, Dean.” His expression turned serious. “I hope you understand now why I didn’t give you my full name while we spoke online.”

“Yeah, of course, dude. Don’t want any crazies hunting you down.” Dean chuckled.

Castiel chuckled with him. “Yes, something like that.”

“So, um, before we get into the details for later, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dean. You were honest with me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” Castiel smiled.

“It’s only because I watched one of your movies the other night with my best friend, Charlie-” who was totally gonna freak out when Dean told her about this “-but wasn’t there meant to be a solo Black Wing movie? Everyone in the fandom was talking about it and then suddenly you seemed to disappear. I guess, I’m just wondering why you changed your mind?” Dean asked, nervously. He was waiting for Castiel to tell him to go fuck himself (though Dean knew that Castiel wasn’t really that kinda guy).

Castiel cleared his throat and met Dean’s eyes. “We were just about to go into production for the solo movie when my brother and his wife were killed in a head-on collision with a truck.”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. But, he could sense Castiel hadn’t finished so he stayed quiet.

“The only blessing was that it was instant, so they didn’t suffer. That, and luckily their daughter, Claire, was at the babysitter’s at the time.” Castiel smiled, melancholy whispers gracing his features.

Dean knew he barely knew the guy but he could sense when someone needed comfort so he reached across the table to place a soft touch on Castiel’s hand.

“I took Claire into my care. And that ended my career as I knew it.” Castiel shrugged. “I was deeply disappointed to have to leave the movie, but Claire came first. And I didn’t want her to grow up in the spotlight, with people using her parents’ tragic death as a way to sell magazines. So I left the industry. That was three years ago and I haven’t looked back. Claire is five now and she’s all I could ever want.”

Dean was awestruck. “Wow.” He breathed. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?” Castiel asked, head tilting in confusion. (If the situation wasn’t so serious, Dean would have struggled not to comment on how adorable he looked.)

“Dude.” Dean choked. “You called me brave for wanting to face a coupla high school assholes. But you - you gave up your entire career to give the best life to your niece.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing.”

Castiel blushed again (and Dean found he was slowly falling in love with that look on Castiel’s face). “I don’t know that I’m amazing, I just want a normal life for Claire and I.” He shrugged.

“A normal life, huh?” Dean asked. “Well, I can try and help with that.” He lifted his hand from where it had been placed on Castiel’s and held it in the air between them. “I’m Dean Winchester. I’m twenty eight. A bit of a nerd and in need of a date this evening.”

Castiel huffed a laugh and placed his hand in Dean’s, shaking it. “I’m Castiel Novak. I’m thirty. Uncle to a beautiful niece and I would be honoured if you’d let me be your date for this evening.”

Dean’s face broke into a smile, which turned into a laugh that caused a smile to spread across Castiel’s cheeks.

They let their hands settle naturally on top of the table.

Now, with their barriers down, they began making plans and ideas for that evening. Though, if Dean were being honest, it felt like he’d known Castiel forever already.

Eventually, after what felt like hours of talking, Castiel got up to finally get himself a coffee. It wasn’t until Castiel’s hand left his that Dean realised they’d been holding onto each other the whole time.

* * *

Dean and Castiel ended up talking for so long in that coffee shop that they were late for the reunion. The party was in full swing when they arrived.

Just before they entered the hall, Dean stopped in his tracks.

“What’s wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, worry etched into his features.

“Are you sure about this, man? There’s a chance someone in there could recognise you or something. It’s not worth ruining your life plan over just for me to say ‘fuck you’ to a couple of dicks.” Dean stressed.

Castiel reached to take Dean’s hand in his. “Some things are worth a little risk.” He whispered and walked with Dean through the hall doors.

It seemed Dean had had nothing to worry about in the end. They’d spoken to a few people who had seemed genuinely interested in that Dean had been up to since graduation. And they barely batted an eye when he’d introduced Castiel as his boyfriend. (He’d meant to just call him his date but clearly his mouth had had other ideas.) Castiel himself had just placed a soft hand around Dean’s waist - stopping Dean from an internal panic.

It was all going so well and Dean was starting to think Charlie had been right (again, damn her!). Maybe everyone had just grown up and moved on.

Once they’d finished a conversation with the guy Dean sat next to in English class senior year, Castiel went to the bar to get them some drinks, whispering in Dean’s ear that he’d be back in a moment. Dean was a little sad Castiel hadn’t gone a bit further and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” The voice of Bela Talbot came from behind him. Dean turned with a scowl on his face.

“Hello, Bela.” He said through gritted teeth. She’d been one of the main people instrumental in his forced coming out.

“Goodness me, Dean. If I’d known how pretty you’d turn out, maybe high school could have gone a lot differently.” She practically purred, running a perfectly manicured finger along Dean’s cheek bone. “But, hey, there’s still time now, I could be the one to knock you straight again.”

Dean was frozen to the spot. He was back to being a scared kid, dealing with the loss of a parent and being taunted daily for his sexuality. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. He wasn’t brave. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even stand up to a school bully ten years later.

“Excuse me.” Castiel appeared suddenly at Dean’s side. “What did you say to him?” The look on his face was nothing short of murderous.

“I’m just getting reacquainted with an old friend.” Bela answered, sickly sweet. “And who are you?”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Dean’s boyfriend and I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to him.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. Earlier it had been a slip when he’d called Castiel his boyfriend but now Castiel was purposefully saying it? Dean didn’t dare to hope.

Bela laughed, causing Castiel to glare even harder (honestly, if looks could kill, she’d be in hell). “Ah! So he’s definitely still gay then.” She said, lip curling with distaste.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s bisexual, not gay. I’d tell you to educate yourself, but clearly, after ten years you’re still the same bitch you’ll always be.”

Bela looked taken aback, like no one had ever spoken to her like that before.

Castiel didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he grabbed Dean’s hand and stormed out of the building.

It wasn’t until the cool evening air hit his face, that Dean finally snapped back to himself. They’d ended up in the parking lot, stood next to Dean’s car.

“Cas..” Dean breathed.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel said, begging for forgiveness. “I just couldn’t stand the way she was speaking to you.”

“Cas-” Dean spoke.

“She was just so rude a-and small-minded. I hated it.”

“Cas!” Dean raised his voice. Castiel snapped his jaw shut. “It’s okay. Thank you for sticking up for me.” Dean stepped closer to Castiel, playing with the lapel on Castiel’s suit jacket.

Castiel looked into Dean’s eyes but Dean couldn’t hold his gaze. “I’m just embarrassed that I froze up. After all of this, I failed at standing up for myself. I’m pathetic.”

Castiel placed his hands on Dean’s cheeks, forcing Dean to look at him. Green eyes finally met blue. “Dean, listen to me. It was incredibly brave to walk into that room tonight. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met.” He said earnestly.

Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore. He hoped he wasn’t about to ruin this before it even started. But, as a wise man told him recently: some things are worth a little risk.

Wasting no more time, Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss.

Once Castiel was on board, he pushed Dean up against the car behind them.

After a few heated moments, of what can only be described as heavy making out, Dean growled at Castiel to get into the car before they got arrested for public indecency.

They somehow made it back to Dean’s house but their clothes only managed to stay on long enough to get through the front door. Dean directed them to his room and threw Castiel down on the bed.

He took in the sight of the beautiful man laid out under him before kissing up Castiel’s chest and took over his mouth again. The only words said between them were muttered assurances that they were on the same page. Dean could never have dreamed this is how this night would end but he certainly wouldn’t change a thing.

* * *

The next morning, Dean and Castiel laid in each other’s arms, content to be together in the quiet.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Dean. “What about your niece?” He worried. “Don’t you need to get back to her?” He sat up frantically.

“Dean, Dean, don’t worry.” Castiel raised his hands to calm the other man. “I texted my babysitter yesterday at the coffee shop asking her to stay with Claire for the night.”

Dean relaxed into the bed, smirking a little. “So you knew how the night would end even before we got to the reunion.”

Castiel blushed. “I wouldn’t say I knew. But I did hope.”

Dean smiled, pulling Castiel closer to place a tender kiss on the side of his head. “I hoped for it too.” He whispered.

They settled into silence again, warm in each other’s company.

A short while passed before either of them spoke again.

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmured, breaking the quiet.

“For what?” Dean frowned.

“For thinking of Claire.”

“Well, she’s important to you. She’s your whole world.” Dean shrugged.

“Maybe my world could get a little bigger now.” Castiel suggested, smiling nervously up at Dean.”

“Yeah, I think it could.”

* * *

Later, as they dug into a couple of burgers Dean threw together, another thought crossed Dean’s mind.

“Cas?”

“Hmm?” Castiel hummed around the burger in his mouth.

“Why were you looking through Craigslist ads in the first place?”

Castiel swallowed and chuckled to himself. “Sometimes I look through to find funny ads people put up.”

Dean was beginning to get a little offended when Castiel reached across the table to hold his hand.

“But, the night that I saw your ad, I had just put Claire to bed and I was feeling lonely. I took a risk. And I think it worked.” Castiel smiled shyly.

“Hell yeah, it did!” Dean grinned from ear to ear.

* * *

Charlie’s phone vibrated next to her. She paused the video game she was playing to pick it up. Seeing it was a text from Dean, she opened it immediately.

On her screen was a selfie of Dean with another dark haired dude captioned:

‘I should take your advice more often Bradbury.’

Her eyes turned to saucers and she looked at the image again more closely. She frowned slightly, looking at the man whose cheek Dean was kissing.

Wait- That totally looked like-

Her phone dinged with a new message from Dean.

‘And yes, it’s exactly who you think it is.’

HOLY FRIGGIN SHIT!

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sorenmarie87 · 5 years

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Zeppelin, No!

Summary: You finally meet Dean, but not in the way you were expecting.

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size! Reader. Sam, Carrie (OC), Haley (OC), Zeppelin.

Square Filled: Online Dating

Word Count: 1,478

Warnings/ Rating: Language, innuendos.

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo and beta’d by the lovely @littlehotmess26. Also, the idea for this fic was given to me by @fictionalabyss.

You had pretty much given up on the whole dating scene after a former friend had scared away the guy you had a major crush on. You figured that it was easier to be alone than to deal with being in a relationship with anybody. That was until you realized how alone you felt.

You asked your best friend for an app suggestion, as a way to get yourself out of the funk you were currently in. The first app you tried, all you kept getting were people asking for nudes and quite a few unsolicited dick pics. You were close to deleting it but when you received a message from “Impala67”, you decided to give it one last chance.

No dick pic, no rude ass questions about your weight, just a simple question of what your favorite band was and if it was anything other than Led Zeppelin, you were wrong. You chuckled as you typed out your response and the two of you spent the rest of the night talking.

You found yourself messaging him whenever you had a spare moment and a lot of the time, it was when you were at work. “You’ve got this weird grin on your face, and it needs to stop. You’re scaring away the customers.”

“Rude, first of all..”

“Just stating a simple fact.” Carrie snickered as you threw a nearby cat toy at her. A simple ‘hey’ was heard before you giggled and finished typing out your message.

“He sent me a picture of his brother that I was gonna share with you, but if you wanna be like that.”

“No, show me please?” She placed her hands together as if she was praying and you laughed.

“Wait, did I ever show you what he looks like?”

“Mhmm, and girl, I’m jealous! There’s a lot that man could do to you, and if you ever meet, LET HIM. Then tell me about it because I wanna live vicariously through you.”

“If and when that ever happens, we’ll have a sleepover and I’ll give you all the dirty details.” You winked at her and went through the gallery on your phone to pull up your favorite picture of him.

“Can you at least tell me what your mystery man’s name is?” You handed your phone to her and grinned at the expression forming on her face.

“That’s Dean… and if you go back a few, you’ll find that other picture I was talking about.”

“This might be a strange question but has he shown you what his dad looks like?”

“No…”

“I’ll bet you 20 bucks Daddy Impala is fine as fuck.”

“Do I need to spray you down with a water bottle?”

“Possibly.”

awholelottalove: I’d bet you anything that my day was worse than yours.

Impala67: Really now?

awholelottalove: Yeah.

Impala67: I explored an abandoned hospital today with my brother.

awholelottalove: you went on a ghost hunt? Oh, did you find anything?

Impala67: Not the point princess. What made your day so terrible?

awholelottalove: This kid thought it would be hilarious to release all of our small pets in the store. I'm talking hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs, mice...

awholelottalove: My co-worker was laughing her ass off as we tried to put everyone back where they were supposed to be.

awholelottalove: I’m just grateful it wasn’t the reptiles… or the spiders.

Impala67: Not fond of spiders and snakes?

awholelottalove: No. Not to mention - I brought Zeppelin into work with me and he was no help at all.

Impala67: Zeppelin?

awholelottalove: Yeah. Wanna see my big ball of fur?

Impala67: Umm...yes?

awholelottalove:

Impala67: Oh, that's what you meant. I thought you were - you know what, nevermind what I was thinking.

“All I’m saying Dean is that it has been three days and I feel like we’re just going in circles. We must’ve missed something.” Sam ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

The boys were used to unusual cases at this point in time but nothing was making sense. Dean sighed as they continued walking down the street. “We’ll just have to go over everything again…” Dean could admit that he wasn’t putting his all into it because he knew somewhere in this crazy-ass town, you were here.

“Dean?” Sam quietly asked as Dean walked ahead of him but he let out a huge laugh when out of nowhere this giant fluffy black dog tackled him onto the ground and started licking his face.

“Get off of me!” This didn’t deter the dog and Sam sure as shit wasn’t helping out at all.

“I think you made a new friend.” He laughed, the whole situation amusing to him. “Why not adopt him? I mean there is an adoption fair going on over in the park right now.”

“No dogs, Sammy,” Dean muttered as the dog let out a soft whine and Dean started scratching behind his ears. “I’m sorry, fella. Why do you look familiar though?”

“Maybe someone over there can tell us who he belongs to.” Sam laughed again as the dog started sniffing around Dean’s jacket pockets. “I think he’s looking for something to eat.”

“The only thing I have on me…” Dean pulled out the bag of honey barbecue beef jerky and he about jumped when the dog barked as if he was asking for a piece. “I don’t know big guy, I have a feeling this is bad for you.”

“You’re not giving him the whole bag, just give him a piece Dean.”

“But the salt!”

“Dean.”

“Sam.”

As if he had had enough, the dog swatted the bag of jerky out of Dean’s hands, picked it up from the spot on the ground, and took off running back towards the park. “Son of a bitch! Come on Sammy…”

Dean wasn’t a slow runner at all, but trying to keep up with a full-grown Newfoundland dog was tougher than what he thought.

“Okay Haley, are you a cat person or a dog person?” You could tell she was thinking hard about what you just asked.

“I love cats but I’m allergic and I’m sort of afraid of bigger dogs…”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Haley nodded and you squatted down to her eye level.

“I used to be afraid of big dogs too until I got my dog. He’s massive.” You looked away for a split second before turning back to Haley. “Speaking of...where is Zeppelin?”

“Looks like he’s bringing you a snack!” Carrie points out, laughing. You look over to where she’s pointing to see Zeppelin running towards you with something in his mouth. Oh no Zeppy, what did you get yourself into?

“Haley sweetie, you might want to stand over there with my friend.” Standing up, you make sure Haley is safe and out of the way. You tried to brace yourself before Zeppelin tackled you to the ground.

“Zeppelin, no!” You were laughing as Zeppelin dropped the bag of jerky on your chest and licked your face. “Stop it, you heathen.”

“Did you just say, Zeppelin?” You had to push Zeppelin’s head out of the way to see the man standing above you, slightly out of breath.

“Yes?”

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” He holds out his hand and you feel your cheeks heat up before as he helps you up from the ground.

“Y/N, he’s hotter in person!” Carrie adds in before she takes over helping Haley. You shake your head and as soon as you’re standing upright, you dust off your overalls and finally meet his gaze.

“Dean?”

“In the flesh princess.”

Your smile matched his as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I can't believe you're here."

“Not to break up this chick flick moment, but Dean, who is this?” You smack Dean in the lower back as you pull yourself away and hold out your hand for Sam to shake.

“I guess he never really told you about me, huh? I’m Y/N and I suppose you can call me his girlfriend? We aren’t that big on titles.”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about Sammy.” You smirked as you turned towards your dog and muttered ‘get him Zeppelin.’

In a moment of misunderstanding, Zeppelin barked and started chasing after Sam who was more than happy to play with him. “While Sammy is busy playing with Zeppelin, you wanna get something to eat?”

“I’d like that a lot.” You smiled and asked Carrie if she’d take Zeppelin home for you. She nodded in agreement as she watched Sam and Zeppelin run around the park.

"Hey Dean, before you whisk my best friend away for the rest of the night, I need to ask you something.” You grin at Carrie who is currently sizing Dean up and quietly chuckle. You knew this was coming.

"What's up?"

"Is your dad hot?"

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Destiel Fic Rec List Part 4

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 31 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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The Shadow at My Window ❤ by Zombiecat E | 141k | Hot, AU, Underage, Wing!kink

As a fledgling angel, Castiel is not allowed to interact with humanity. He should be strictly observing and concentrating on learning to be a warrior of Heaven. Even so, he cannot seem to stop himself from visiting the human boy that leaves his window open at night. At first, it's only to get a glimpse of their world.. but all that changes the night he saves the boy's life.

AMAZING!!! I'm a huge fan of both wing!kink and the underage romance trope, and this hits the spot. I read this from when it was a WIP (on chapter 12), and it was so worth it.

Fearson's floating cigarette. by orange_crushed M | 11k | Fluff, Magicians AU

"That son of a bitch," Dean says. He strangles the handful of french fries he’s been holding, and one by one their warm, helpless, potato-y insides crumble over the tops of his fingers. He feels a brief burst of irrational, almost homicidal rage. "That floppy bow-tie wearing son of a bitch.” Dean is gonna kill Jimmy Wonderman. He’s gonna shove a never-ending string of scarves down his throat. He’s gonna make him eat balloon animals until he floats off into space.

This was so sweet and charming I'm going to cry. Castiel's gentleness and pure heart is really explored in this fic, and I LOVE it.

Sweaters & Cigarettes ❤by lemonoclefox E | 149k | Hot, Fluff, High SCchool AU, punk cas, nerd dean

Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS FIC! The trope reversal is perfect, and in short, this is one of my favorite high school AUs EVER.

Shortskirts 'Verse by twentysomething E | 22k | High School AU

So, they're in high school, and then they're in college, and it's mostly not about Taylor Swift, except when it is.

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture E | 17k | Alt!canon, Genderswap

Castiel must take a new vessel to return to earth, so he strikes a deal with a woman who isn't as willing as Jimmy had been. But Dean's in a bad way and Leviathan needs to be smote, so what else can he do? Wonderful and heartbreakingly lovely. Gender swap, of a sort.

A Treatise on Longing by araftatsea T | 8k | Angst, Alt!Canon, Aging

Set post-8x23: Cas falls and is reborn as a human infant. Dean waits for him. He wonders how he's going to explain to this guy that he was an angel, once, and he wonders whether Cas will still want him. Or if he ever did.

Oh god, this fic huuuurts. But in a good way.

Santorum Will Pry My Porn From My Cold Dead Hands by AlreadyPainfullyGone E | 41k | Pornstar AU

President Santorum bans all pornography, and Dean decides to start his very own prohibition racket. Unfortunately, the only person he can find to 'perform' is Castiel.

Lots of porn. Complete with in denial!dean and confident!cas.

One Night at Club Radiant by octoberskyfall E | 16k | Hot, Stripper AU, Dom!Cas

When Charlie showed up at the garage with a six-pack of El Sol and an order for him to chug them down before they reached the bar, Dean knew he was in for one hell of a night. Featuring Stripper!Cas and light Dom!Cas because of reasons. Happy Birthday, Dean!

Damn. Just um--yes. Please.

Gargoyles on Motorcycles by mandraco E | 24k | Office AU, Socially Awkward Cas

After the latest in Dean's long string of one night stands steals the Impala and totals it, he makes a bet with Sam that he can abstain from sex while he repairs it. But Lisa and Matt's wedding is coming up and Dean needs a date he'll never be attracted to. Enter Castiel.

Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives by cymbalism E | 14k | Fluff, Alt!Canon

After the apocalypse, Dean's living with Lisa and earning his keep by cooking dinner. Cas likes that Dean can cook. Dean likes Cas's company. But they could use a little alone time, and Dean has a lot to learn about what the rest of his life really means.

Smoke in the Mirror by letters_of_stars M | 52k

It begins with the flier hung in the library: art model needed for thesis project, will pay. Castiel figures it's an easy way to make some extra money, but modeling for Dean Winchester ends up complicating his life far beyond anything he could have imagined.

Selfie with a stranger by somuchforbaggles T | 1k | Fluff, AU

Cas lied to his family about having a boyfriend, and now they want actual photographic evidence. There's only one thing he can do - take a selfie with a stranger.

This is just adorable. Instant feel-good fic.

Paper-Thin by snarkymonkey E | 15k | Fluff, Hot, College AU, Dom!Cas, Sub!Dean, Professor!Cas

Dean is finishing up his master's program, heading on for a PhD in Engineering but spends most of the time silently ogling his gorgeous next-door neighbor, the new adjunct professor of English, pursuing his dissertation.So, really, no reason the two should ever interact. Except...the walls between their apartments are just so thin. And even though he swears he's seeing the guy all over campus, there's no way the exceptionally friendly Professor Novak has a thing for Dean. Right?

The Pumpkin Pie Started It by twerkstiel E | 8k | Hot, AU, Baker Cas, ABO, Omega!Dean Sub!Dean, top!cas, alpha!cas

Dean Winchester is your ordinary college student. He does his work, fixes cars, complains about being broke. Except when he visits the new campus bakery, he ends up getting more than the pie he asked for.

Just what I like in an ABO short fic: cute, porny, and hot sex ;)

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture E | 17k

Wonderful and heartbreakingly lovely. Gender swap, of a sort.

Scratchmarks by bookkbaby E | 11k | Hot, canon!verse, endverse, threesome, bottom!cas, kink

Sometimes, sex isn't a goal, but a method. A method to escape, a method to forget, or a method to communicate, and Dean doubts that his future self is listening to what Cas is saying.

Porny 2009!Dean/2014!Dean/2014!Cas with bonus feelings towards the end.

Halfway by anythingtoasted E | 29k | canon!verse, s8, pining!dean

A Fallen!Castiel bunker fic; Castiel arrives back at the bunker after six months of being missing, with eighteen of his newly-fallen brothers and sisters in tow; shameless schmoop and angel-care ensues.

Bunker!Fic. Castiel has a flock of brothers and sisters to care for. Always a fan of the way anythingtoasted writes the dean/cas relationship development.

Home is Where by chasingrabbits E | 15k | AU, Mental Disorders

Casual vagrant Dean Winchester blows into Palo Alto to check on his little brother. What is meant to be a quick visit ends up drawing out when he meets and accidentally ends up clicking with Sam's strange, grad student roommate Castiel.

The Graveyard by amarillogrande E | 18k | College AU, bottom!dean, tattooed!cas

The premise is simple. You finish the bottle, you stick it up on the shelf. When you move out, you can look up and remember all the good times you had. Right?

Smooth Operator!Verse by wannaliveindeansdimples E | 15k | Fluff, Hot, AU, Long Distance Relationship, Phone Sex

Castiel is a phone sex operator and Dean is a first time caller.

Messenger Number 3 by gamesformay M | 23k | Theatre AU, Fluff

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren't enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Dark Side of the Moon by imogenbynight E | 37k | Angst, Astronaut AU, PTSD, Minor Character Death

Five months into his six month mission, an accident leaves Flight Engineer Dean Winchester stranded on the moon. It comes down to a man he has never met to bring him home.

Give All My Secrets Away by morganoconner T | 2k | Fluff, H/C, Canon!verse

When Castiel needs to stay with Dean while the hunter is vulnerable and unable to defend himself, he doesn't expect it to end with confessions Dean doesn't mean to give.

Convenient Husbands by Scaramouche E | 39k | AU, creature!cas, wing!kink

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?

Every Word a Piece of My Heart by smilla840 E | 10k | Dean/Jimmy/Cas

The war is over and Jimmy is finally free to go back to his family. Everything should be perfect – then why isn’t it?

The Parts of Our Sum by scaramouche E | 55k | AU, Friendship

Castiel, a former soldier, has worked for the Company his entire life. They've been good to him, providing clothes, shelter and new body parts whenever necessary. Now the Company's gearing up for a space exploration voyage, and Castiel's volunteered for the research team. During the preparation period, he meets Dean Winchester, who makes Castiel wonder about the things he's missed out on.

What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie? by Scaramouche T | 16k | Fluff, Canon!verse, tentacles

Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting. Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus.

Shorten the Distance by APenToMyHeadandImDead T | 43k | Fluff, AU, Teacher!Cas

"Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. [a long distance, online relationship fic]

Jump the Track by alysian_fields E | 83k | High school AU

It's Dean's senior year at Lawrence High, and he's already given up on himself. It takes the arrival of the strange, intense, awkward Castiel Delacroix at the school to prove to Dean that maybe his life is worth saving after all.

Blackbird Fly ❤ by artsyunderstudy E | 163k | Angst, High school AU, Sam/Jess, Drug Use, Mental Health Issues

In the wake of a mutual tragedy, the Winchester brothers befriend loner Castiel. Both brothers find something in him to hold onto as they try to remake their own complicated relationship and the home they've lost. Struggling with his own recovery, Sam finds himself drawn to the strong and lively Jess, while Castiel and Dean find comfort in one another. As consequences of their past emerge and threaten to tear apart what they've carefully rebuilt, they are all forced to reevaluate who their family really is, and what it's worth to keep it.

Oh the angst! This fic may be triggering for some, but the pros include a wonderfully portrayed sam/jess relationship, and stunning illustrations. Dean and Cas' relationship is heartbreakingly lovely and broken (but there is a happy ending).

A Broken Man & The Dawn by n_nami E | 44k | Fluff, COCKLES, AU,

After his brother dies in a car accident, Jensen is left to take care of his newborn nephew - and he’s in over his head. Also, he has the feeling that the guy who just moved into the apartment next door hates him because of the crying baby that keeps him up all night. As it turns out, Misha not only has that set of mesmerizing blue eyes, but also a lot of intuition when it comes to fussing, cranky babies.

Jeté by cadniganv E | 10k | AU, dancer!dean, photographer!cas

Castiel has been photographing their ballet company for two years now and he and Dean have barely exchanged six words, and yet somehow when Dean breaks his leg, it's Castiel who takes him home from the hospital and takes care of him.

#destiel #deancas #spn #spn fic rec #destiel fic rec #*#list

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A New Life Chapter 1: Your Story

Dean Winchester x Reader

1500 Words

Story Summary:You're a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you've done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

You hadn't always been a bad person, a Demon. Once upon a time, or a long time ago, depending on how you wanted to start your story, you had been a very kind person. The type of person everyone looked up to and admired.

When you said a long time ago, you had meant it. You had been born in 1880, to a wealthy railroad tycoon and his trophy wife. Raised with the best things money could buy, you should have been a spoiled brat. Instead, your parents raised you with manners, showing you kindness is more important than greed.

Straight out of boarding school, you had fallen in love with an up and coming stage actor. He was handsome and suave, and made your knees buckle with his beautiful blue eyes, and dashing personality. Your parents had been disappointed, and in the end, eventually cut you off from your inheritance.

You didn't cared too much, a lovestruck fool. At first it was hard, going from a life style of ease, to living in a tiny flat with barely enough food to survive on. Steven wouldn't let you work, he wanted you to dress the best, looking pretty hanging off his arm. Steven, the love of your life, tried hard to find good work, but for an actor it wasn't always easy to find.

Then came the news, Steven was sick with the consumption. You worked hard to make him comfortable, but he wasn't the easiest patient. In one of his bouts of anger, he turned on you, telling you that it should be you dying, not him, he was too important to die this soon. That he still had roles he had to portray. For the first time in your short relationship, Steven raised his hand to you.

Upset and hurt, you ran, through the muddy streets, towards the end of town, where tents stood instead of houses, and men with missing teeth smiled at you lustfully. Ignoring the crude looks, you fled to the last road, falling on your knees in the middle, not caring that your favorite dress was ruined from the mud and the muck. Tears poured down your cheeks, your heart shattered.

It took you a moment to notice you were at a crossroads, four ways to chose where to go. Straight led into the dense, uninhabited forest full of danger. Behind you led back to town. Back to Steven who had grown cold and cruel while being sick. On each side of you, the unknown, which was no place for a gentle raised lady. Sobbing, you begged, for anyone listening, to help. You were so lost and broken. So different from the girl who had grown up so sheltered and loved just a mere two years ago.

You were shocked when someone answered your plea, and accented voice coming from above you, dark brown eyes staring down at you with what you had thought was compassion at the time. He was dressed in a dark black suit, fancier than anything you had seen in years. Pulling you to your feet, he offered you a deal, knowing facts that a simple stranger shouldn't know. Stevens life for your soul. At first you had laughed, knowing there was no way this was plausible. However, when the man flashed his eyes your way, the black sending shivers to your soul, you found out that Demon's were real. And this Demon was willing to barter with you. At first you were scared, ready to turn and run, but he gently held your hand, assuring you he wasn't there to hurt you. That he was there to help you, to give you the thing you craved the most.

Not knowing what else to do, you agreed, giving your soul up for Stevens health. You had already given up your life, and your wealth for Steven, how big of a deal was your soul?

The Demon promised that Steven would be okay, that his illness had completely vanished. Reminding you that someday, someone would be collecting your soul. Nodding your head you agreed, stiffening in his embrace when his lips were sealed to yours. Confused, you had asked how long you had before collection, but the Demon just laughed before vanishing. In the wind, like he had never been there in the first place. His voice echoing in the wind, calling out soon as shivers raced upon your arms, your heart heavy with your decision.

Still reeling from everything that had just happened, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions, you trudged back to your flat, ignoring all the intrigued stares of people you passed. You were curious and scared, wondering what you would see when you returned. Would Steven be as you had left him, angry and sick? Or was the Demon real and Steven would be healthy and happy once again?

Leaning against the splintered wooden door, you took a deep breath before stepping inside. Your flat was miniscule, big enough for a table and a bed, along with a stove to heat and cook upon. At once the smell of stale whiskey, and sickness wafted towards you, but the sight in front of you brought tears to your eyes. Steven was back to himself, standing up straight, his blonde hair once again silky. His once sunken cheeks were now rosy and plump, and he was no longer coughing. He was back to the vigourous, dashing man you had first fallen in love with.

Jumping into his arms, ecstatic that he was healed, but he shoved you away. In shock, you tried again, wondering if he had been confused. This time, instead of pushing you away, his hand came up, hitting you square in the jaw, knocking you to the ground. Staring up at him in horror, you curled into a ball as his foot continued to connect with your middle, and you screamed out in agony. Crying, you kept asking why, but it was as if he couldn't hear you. Kicking again and again, before finally stopping, you had no strength to stop him as he took all of your valuable possessions before striding to the door.

Before leaving, he laughed in your face, saying the only reason he had been with you was because of your connections but they hadn't worked out, and now he was tired of you. Tired of being held down by you.

Watching as he left, you curled in even farther, your entire body aching. Wondering what was to become of you now. The last of your money had left with Steven, you couldn't afford to stay in this flat on your own. Your parents had moved to the country side for a year, so you couldn't ask them to take you back, and you feared they would never forgive you.

As you sat there contemplating the lack of your future, you heard a familiar voice. The Demon was sitting at your table, smoking a cigar. Clicking his tongue, he stubbed the cigar out before crouching down next to you. "It had to be this way," he muttered in that accent of his, explaing that he was being kind, collecting your sould so soon. Saying that it was much better than become a prostitute. Heartbroken, you agreed, knowing you had no choice.

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Shaking your head, you cleared the thoughts of your past from your mind. There was no use remembering what had happened, wondering what you could have changed. It had happened so long ago, over a hundred years, and even though you weren't happy with the way things happened, you knew things could have been worse.

The Demon, whose named turned out to be Crowley, was a crossroads demon, one higher up in ranking. He had taken a liking to you straight away, which had been a blessing in disguise. With his tutoring and support, you had been able to skip most of the torture and torment that new souls had to endure. Instead he offered you the task of being his intern, following in his footsteps. As the years passed, the evilness of hell had managed to sneak slightly into your soul, turning the once kind and compassionate girl into one of the best crossroads demons in hell. Even though you still wished for the days before Steven, and the kind of life you could have had.

When Crowley became the King of Hell, he had begged you to follow him to court. Promising you everything you could want. Instead, you stayed where you were, content on making deals and taking souls. And that's where you met the Winchesters, who would change your world.

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revwinchester · 7 years

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Someone Like You

Summary: Dean and Castiel meet on a dating app and after sharing conversation for a few days, they decide to meet up in person but things don’t go the way either of them thought they would.

Pairing: Destiel

Word Count: 3593

Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: mentions of gay stereotypes, mentions of sexting, mentions of explicit photographs, mentions of large age gaps in relationships, like one curse word

A/N: This is for two challenges! And it has an alternate ending that really didn’t fit the tone of the fic but I wrote it as a joke and it might end up being the start of a new, different fic because it’s too good to pass up. Anyhow, the format is a little different at the beginning with a bunch of POV shifts but I think it makes sense… every time there’s a new message on the dating app, the POV shifts. I stole the title from an Adele song.

Written for @spnaubingo; square filled - internet dating Written for @spnfluffbingo; square filled - mistaken identity

Someone Like You -

IMALA67: Hey ;)

The binging of his alert tone pulled Cas from his thoughts and he felt his lips break into a smile when he saw the name on his phone. Impala wasn’t like any guy he’d talked to before, especially on Grindr, and that thought alone made Cas smile even wider. He had been about to delete the app when Impala’s first message came through. He wasn’t the kind of guy Cas would usually talk to but he had figured there was no harm in chatting; he’d just delete the app after. That had been a week ago and the app was still on Castiel’s phone and he was still talking with Impala.

Cas tended to stick closer to his age range but, then again, if the torso in Impala’s profile picture was actually him, the man was in great shape for 50 and it wasn’t like the dating pool was going to grow if Cas didn’t widen his search. Honestly, Impala seemed different from all of the other guys on Grindr. For one, he used the year he was born in his username. He also hadn’t opened with an explicit pick up line or a picture of his genitals; he hadn’t even tried to get in Castiel’s pants the first time they talked, or any time after for that matter. Sure, they were flirting and joking with one another but it really felt like they were getting to know each other. Cas was even starting to think that he might like to meet Impala in person.

ANGELBOI: Hello

Dean shook his head fondly at AB’s formal response. That’s not how people talked on this app but it seemed to fit the kid. Dean snorted at his thoughts… kid… What was Dean even doing talking to someone who went by AngelBoi? A username like that belonged to a 23 year old twink and, as best as Dean could tell, the app’s location service placed AB on or near the campus of the local university most of the time.

AngelBoi had first showed up on Dean’s radar when he had been waiting for Sam to meet him for lunch. AB’s picture had drawn Dean in, standing out in the sea of abs with an actual face shot or, at least, a partial photo of his face. At the bottom of the photo, bright blue eyes looked up towards the sky and beautifully messy sex hair filled the middle of the frame. Dean had tapped his way onto AB’s profile but it was pretty sparse. Dean couldn’t complain, though, he hadn’t been exactly forthcoming with his own information, either.

He had reached out to the kid on a whim, Grindr claiming that he was a half mile away. He didn’t have the time - or even the desire, really - for a hookup but something about the guy made him want to say hi. So he did and the fifteen minutes that he was waiting for his brother to show up flew by.

IMPALA67: What are you up to?

Cas stared at his phone. This was new. Usually he and Impala engaged in witty and flirty banter but there was never any discussion of what the other was doing at the time. Cas weighed his options. He could ignore the question entirely but that didn’t feel right. He could answer truthfully or give a cheeky response, either of which could lead to sexting which, he supposed, wouldn’t be the end of the world, he had just always seen Impala as being different from the other guys on Grindr. It could also be that Impala was actually curious about Castiel’s life but, if he was going to delete the app - which he still fully intended to do - how much did he want to share with a virtual stranger? Cas contemplated his options for another moment and then tapped out his reply. If his brother ever found out about this, Cas knew he’d never hear the end of it.

ANGELBOI: I was just finishing up some work on a paper.

Dean groaned at AB’s response. Up until now it had been an assumption that he was talking to a college kid, nothing more than an educated guess, but the man’s response had just confirmed it for him. He thought about backing down, changing his plan but when he really considered that notion, it left him feeling empty and shallow. If AB didn’t mind talking to someone his age, why should Dean care? Hell, half of his friends would be jealous that Dean had landed a hot young thing. Dean chuckled to himself as he imagined the ribbing he’d get from Benny about it. The guy would try to cover up his jealousy with jokes about Dean being a cradle robber but the man had a type and “hot college twink” was definitely it.

IMPALA67: Finishing up? So you’d be free to grab a coffee or something?

A slow smile spread across Castiel’s face. Impala had managed to surprise him yet again. Where Cas had been expecting explicit messages, Impala had asked for what seemed like an actual date. Granted, the “or something” left the door open for innuendo but given what he had learned about the man on the other end of the chat, the something was more likely a beer than a blow job.

Cas didn’t think twice before he answered this time. No matter how old he was, he and Impala had formed a connection through their conversations and Cas had been thinking about asking him out himself. The older man had just beat him to the punch.

ANGELBOI: I would like that. Do you know where Sweets is?

AB’s response came so quickly that Dean had assumed he had gotten turned down at first. But after reading the man’s words, he jumped up and headed to his room, looking down at himself. He hadn’t really thought this plan through. His original agenda for the day was to chill at home, play video games, and catch up on Dr. Sexy and he was still in his sweats and t-shirt from when he had gone out to bring in the garbage can in from the curb that morning. Now, suddenly, he found himself with a date and he needed to get ready fast.

He looked through his closet quickly, happy to find his favorite shirt was clean and then studied his face in the mirror. He had about a day’s worth of stubble and, while he often kept himself clean shaven, Dean liked the way a little bit of growth made him look so he decided to keep it. Besides, it would cut down on how long he needed to get ready.

IMPALA67: That’s the place that serves soup and ice cream, right? Yeah, I know it. I’ll meet you there in 45 minutes? Unless you’re one of those guys who needs a couple of hours with the bathroom mirror ;)

This was the tone Cas was used to reading from Impala. He was playful and flirty and Cas only hoped that it would translate into real life, too. He took a minute to look at his clothes. He was probably overdressed for a coffee date but he'd had two classes that day so he was wearing his suit and tie and Cas knew he looked good. The students that surrounded him on a daily basis might love in sweatpants but that had never been Castiel's way of dressing. Impala's proposed timeline would be more than enough for Cas.

Cas felt practically giddy. He hadn't been this excited for a date in a long time. He tried to not get his hopes up too high, though. Cas wanted to see whether there was something between them and dating someone older definitely didn't have the same stigma in the gay community that it did in straight relationships but Impala could still take one look at Cas and decide it wasn't something he wanted to deal with. He did think Impala would walk out on him, he didn't seem the type but Cas didn't actually know the man yet, not really anyway.

ANGELBOI: 45 minutes is great. It just so happens that I shaved my legs yesterday. But I'm a classy lady and I don't put out on the first date anyway.

ANGELBOI: On a serious note, I'll be wearing a tan overcoat that my brother loves to make fun of. But I like it and it's a good way to tell me apart from everyone else in the shop.

Laughter bubbled from Dean's lips at AB’s reply. He decided then and there that he didn't care how old the kid was. As long as he was legal and didn't mind dating an older guy, Dean was definitely interested in seeing where this could go.

IMPALA67: Sounds good, Angel. I'll be in my favorite red button down

IMPALA67: By the way, the name's Dean

Dean. Cas didn't know why but he felt like it for the man. The name felt younger than the man's 50 years, as did his sense of humor.

ANGELBOI: Castiel. I'll see you soon, Dean.

This was happening. Dean was going to meet AngelB… Castiel in less than an hour. He got ready quickly, his excitement getting the best of him as he dressed in a black undershirt with his red button down open over it. He looked damn fine if he said so himself.

Dean made it to the shop in 30 minutes from the time he and Castiel had agreed to go out. He considered grabbing a coffee but decided to wait for his date to arrive and sat down at a table instead, making sure he had a clear view of the door. Sweets wasn’t too busy and Dean was content to people watch while he waited. The shop wasn’t too far from the college campus and a couple of students were scattered around studying, a stark reminder for Dean as to what he was getting himself into with Castiel. He wondered what the man studied and if he’d find Dean interesting enough. About ten minutes after he arrived, Dean caught the flourish of a long tan coat through the window but when the door opened, the person who stepped into Sweets was closer to his age and dressed in a suit and tie. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched the handsome stranger find a table of his own across the room from where he was seated before he turned his attention back to the door.

The final five minutes passed slowly and Dean had thought they were the longest five minutes of his life. At least until the next five minutes passed and Castiel still hadn’t shown up. The five minutes after that seemed to drag on even longer as Dean began to worry that he had been stood up. “Some people just run late,” Dean muttered to himself as he checked his messages on Grindr for the sixth time, hoping to see something from his date but still only finding Castiel’s promise that he’d see Dean soon.

NO NEW MESSAGES

Cas read through the messages he had exchanged with Dean for what felt like the hundredth time. Dean had been the one to suggest 45 minutes and now he was the one who was, Castiel checked his watch, 15 minutes late. That meant that Cas had been waiting at Sweets for about 20 minutes, now. He’d been excited to meet Dean and had left his apartment with plenty of time to arrive at the shop, considering it was a short walk from his building. Now, though, he just felt like an idiot.

He had arrived and grabbed a table to share with Dean. It was against the far wall of the shop, away from the prying eyes of any of his students who might be working on some of their course work, but still in a spot where he could see the door. He had scanned the room as he sat, wondering if perhaps Dean had been as over eager as he had been but he didn’t see anyone matching Dean’s description. There was a man in a red button up shirt sitting across the shop but he was far too young to have been born in 1967.

Cas checked his watch again and sighed, resigned to the fact that he had been stood up. He considered sending a message to Dean but what was the point, really? Castiel would rather be ghosted with dignity. He left his table and approached the barista, ordering a chai latte to drink on his walk home.

As he stood waiting for his drink, the man who had been seated across the shop also decided to order. Cas caught a glimpse of beautiful green eyes and wished that he had been here to meet this man. The man finished his order and came to stand beside Cas while they both waited.

“Large chai latte for Castiel!” One of the baristas called out, placing the drink on the counter.

Cas grabbed his latte and turned to leave but the man beside him reached out and grabbed his free arm.

“You’re Castiel?” he asked dumbfounded.

Cas nodded at the stranger, confusion coloring his features.

The man released his arm and held out his hand to shake Castiel’s. “I’m Dean and you are… not what I expected.”

Cas nearly dropped his drink. He wasn’t sure how he should take Dean’s comment but, then again, Dean wasn’t at all what Cas had expected, either. “Oh, uh,” Cas replied, ever the eloquent linguist. “Hello, Dean,” came his attempted recovery. At least it was real words this time.

Dean let out a little laugh. He picked up his own drink from the counter and gestured towards the table Cas had chosen. “You, uh, you want to sit down?” he asked, his voice uncertain.

Castiel led the way to his table, trusting Dean to follow. The conversation began a bit stilted and awkward but that was to be expected, seeing as how they had nearly been a CraigsList missed connection ad. Eventually, though, they both loosened up and Cas could tell that Dean was enjoying himself just as much as he was. They chatted for about a half an hour before there was a lull in the conversation and Cas asked, “What did you mean when you said I wasn’t what you were expecting?”

Dean looked down at the table and a blush colored his cheeks. “Honestly?” Dean started, saying the word like it was a question. “Based on your username and the fact that I figured you were on the university campus, I assumed you were some twinky college kid. I wouldn’t usually rob the cradle like that but, I don’t know, there was just something about you that made me not care. But, now that you’ve brought it up, what the hell kind of username is AngelBoi for a 30-something year old man?”

Dean laughed at his own question, a beautiful full body laugh, and Castiel couldn’t help but join in. “My older brother Gabriel signed me up for Grindr without informing me at first,” he explained. “He used it to set me up on dates that never ended particularly well for a while. I finally gave in and started using the service myself about a year ago but I never got around to changing the name he had picked. You’re not wrong about the university part, though,” Cas confessed, “I do spend most of my time there. I’m a professor in the religion department.”

Cas paused for a moment to consider his next move. Dean was smiling and laughing and he liked seeing the man like that. “You know what they say when you assume…” Cas goaded.

Dean sobered up a little at Castiel’s words. He looked Cas right in the eye as he responded. “Yeah, you nearly miss out on a date with the most attractive man you’ve seen in your life.”

Cas stared at Dean for a moment, his head tilted to the side in thought. “That’s not how the saying goes, Dean,” he replied, a small smile playing on his lips, “but I suppose in this instance, you are not wrong. I made some wrong assumptions about you, too, and I would have never known what I was missing out on if I hadn’t decided to get a drink for the journey home.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned in with a sexy smirk on his face. “I told you what I had thought about you, it’s your turn now, Angel. I showed you mine, it’s only fair if you show me yours.” He knew he was laying it on a little thick but Dean still finished with a wink. He liked Cas and wanted to get him a little riled up or, at least, flustered. And it seemed like his words had done the trick.

Cas licked his lips before he responded, his eyes drifting down dean’s face to look at his mouth before they darted back up and he began speaking. “Impala67. I assumed you were born in 1967, that you were 50…”

Dean burst out laughing at Castiel’s confession. “What? Dude, that’s my car. She’s a 1967 Chevy Impala and she is my baby.”

Dean’s laughter was infectious and Cas found himself joining in, even though he didn’t really know what the man was saying besides that he loved his car.

As he caught his breath, Dean poked fun at Cas. “You really thought I was 50? And you were cool with that? You must be past your prime, then, if you’re willing to date that much older...” he joked, his smile letting Cas know that he was kidding. Dean reached across the table and took one of Castiel’s hands in his as he spoke. “You think you can keep up with a 39 year old, grandpa?”

Cas snorted at Dean’s words. “You were the one who was ready to be a sugar daddy to some poor college kid when you walked in here,” he reminded Dean.

“And you were the one coming in looking for a sugar daddy,” Dean shot back, his eyes lighting up with laughter. He was clearly enjoying himself as the pair continued to banter back and forth easily for the next couple of minutes. They were so caught up in their flirting that neither of the men noticed the darkening sky as the day turned to night. They were finally pulled out of their little bubble when Castiel’s phone rang.

Cas looked down at the object as if the noise it was making had offended him in some way. “It’s my brother,” Cas explained, “he doesn’t usually call unless it’s an emergency. I should answer.” He waited for Dean to nod encouragingly before he swiped his finger across the phone, accepting the call. “Gabriel, what’s wrong?” Cas asked into the receiver as Dean grabbed his free hand and gave it a squeeze.

Gabriel was practically shouting into the phone and Cas was sure Dean could hear every word. “Cassie? Are you ok? Where are you?”

Castiel furrowed his brow in confusion. “Gabriel, I’m fine. I’m on a…” he let his voice trail off, not wanting to tell his brother he was on a date just yet, he’d never hear the end of it. “Why are you calling?”

“You were supposed to be at my house for dinner an hour ago, Cas.”

Cas watched as Dean smirked at him. He pulled his phone down from his ear to look at the clock. Sure enough, it was well past the time he was supposed to meet his brother for dinner. “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, I lost track of time,” he the man on the other end of the line as he looked up at Dean who was still smiling slyly at him, “and I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it tonight.”

“WHAT?” Gabriel squawked. “But you’re supposed to meet…”

Castiel’s eyes widened when he remembered the reason Gabriel had set up this dinner. “Gabriel, you really need to stop trying to play matchmaker for me. I’m doing just fine on my own,” he said, giving Dean’s hand a squeeze.

Dean was shaking with silent laughter as he listened to Gabriel chatter through the phone about Castiel’s dismal record with actually going on dates. Cas was trying to break into Gabriel’s rant but wasn’t finding much success. Every time Castiel would try to speak up in his own defense, Gabriel would talk over him and remind him of a potential date gone wrong. Eventually Dean took some pity on the man and plucked the phone from his fingers.

“Gabriel? Yeah, this is Dean. You don’t know me and I’m not at all sorry for distracting your brother but he’s really not going to make it to dinner tonight and if things go the way I hope they do, you’re definitely going to need to stop setting him up with people.” Dean hung up Castiel’s phone with a flourish and passed it back to the man sitting across the table from him. “All that talk about dinner has me hungry. You want to join me?” Dean asked, “or should I call up your brother and let him know you’re going to make it to dinner at his place after all?”

Dean stood and held out a hand to Castiel, which he gladly took, and the pair walked out of Sweets and into the night together.

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dsmroleplay · 4 years

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#Dating #DSM #SPN #RP Part Three

Co-Written by @HunterGirlBaby and @huntressJo_rp

*Ali sat, after putting the condoms in her purse. Smiling. The thing that made her even happier. Seeing her sis just as happy.* "Yes. Because I have the same with Graham. We started differently then most people do. Though, it has grown and changed. The feelings I have. I may not be able to use the right words. But sis, I feel you and understand! I can't wait to hear all about your date!"

*Jo smiled at Ali, She was certainly coming into her own woman with her feelings were on a show for everyone to see that she and Graham were getting close but still at the early stages of getting to know one another. A smile danced across her face knowing this could have been a complicated conversation for Ali after giving her condoms but She knew Ali was a sensible young woman and just wouldn't jump into bed with anyone. She was really having a fairytale relationship with Graham. Even when they are in the early stages of the love life even when Graham her senior a few maybe have concerns about him but not me. For some reason for not knowing the guy just yet she knew that Ali would be in safe hands with him and he wasn't going to be one of those guys for a quickie one-night stand.

Plus Ali had said that she trusted him as they have to know each other for a while but not moving their friendship to the next step of dating. Jo had never been in this situation of having someone like a sister to her and she wanted to help all as much as she could. if that meant keeping her safe so be it. JO rubbed her hand up and down Ali back giving her some comfort when she was putting the condoms in her bag hers when she turned around to look at Ali* I hear you. Every girl comes to the point wanting to know about boys or sex, We both know your Graham isn't exactly a boy but he's caring towards you which makes him a real man in my eyes. I bet he's the guy that likes you for you being you and please Ali he seemed like a great guy. If you want to talk about anything I'm here for you anytime you like?.

*Jo could see all face was a little shade of pink in her cheeks and she as quickly going to change talking about her and Graham when their love melted her own heart. Turning the conversation on to herself with the biggest smile came crossed her face. My date was just perfect for a hunter or I should say, two hunters. When the memories just flooded her head of Dean.*

Ali, I honestly thought our date was going to happen for a while when you know how our lives are with work always getting in the way, but I get to see him almost every day. When Dean called that he would pick me up in ten minutes for a hunt. When I was like sugar I was still in my towel from jumping out of the shower to answer the phone. I was like what we are going on a hunt again. we are just back and I'm not even ready Dean when he jokes that I had a few minutes to get dressed. when I was like Fine, even when my own phone hadn't gone about the hunt as you know you're dad has us all with the nest equipment when it comes to hunts. so finally hung up on dean running around the house like a madwoman trying to get dressed when my hair just towels dry in a panini and then flew up in a messy bun with just having a casual look.

When I heard his car pulling into the driveway because he drives impala67 and you can tell the difference from that engine. I'm hopping about trying to get one of the boots on when he was banging on the door. I was just coming to go and get him when I opened the door to him carrying a bunch of flowers. Are you ready for dinner? seriously we are going out like this you could have told me it was our date and I would have made more of an effort as I thought we are hunting. Yeah, we are for food he joked. I mean Ali I didn't know he was one of these days that does surprises, Ali, he definitely caught me off guard. Ali have you ever had anyone surprise you like this?

#DSM SPN RP

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thefanficfaerie · 7 years

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Weekly Reading List 32

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome@wonders-of-the-enterprise.

Game of Thrones Robb Stark Stop Being So Cute by @showandwrite I Don’t Want You to Stop by @showandwrite I Lost Our Baby by @showandwrite True Affection by @asoiaf-winter-is-coming Promise by @asoiaf-winter-is-coming And My King by @justauthoring You Must Really Love Me by @justauthoring Forgetting Time by @ladychloestark Queen of North Part 6 by @thatoneimaginesblog The Jealous Little Wolf by @perkqularkreashions Injury by @meganlpie Robb seeing you teaching your daughter how to sword fight by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure

Jon Snow You Are Not Happy by @justauthoring If I Could Tell Her by @thatoneimaginesblog Enough by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul Vengeance by @avistella Unstoppable by @impala67-imagines Moving On by @bovaria First Son by @meganlpie The Wolf Queen Part 2 by @wordsonearth Being Ramsay’s Prisoner in Winterfell by @dangerousimagines

Avengers Steve Rogers Sweet Creature Part 1 / Part 2 by @bovaria Secrets Kill 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 by @itsanerdlife Pray by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers Insecure by @mcuimaginesandstuff Tricky by @fvckingsteverogers NSFW Loving You by @berjhawn

Tony Stark

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba Mi Amor by @rafael-barba-amore Drunk ADA by @barbalyfe Spilled Wine by @barbalyfe Camp Hope by @nobodys-baby-now Maltese Madness by @mrsrafaelbarba Forever and Always by @seekret-fanfic

Star Trek Jim Kirk Prophet of the Night by @blueoftheenterprise Time Part 7 by @imaginesfrommetoyou Firsts Part 1/ Part 2 by @admiralwhitelaw NSFW Hidden Birthday by @the-witching-hours12-3 Return Part 14 / Part 15 by @enterprisewriting Three Steps to Get the Love of Your Life by James T. Kirk by @edolinlu One More Chapter by @whatif-animagineblog

Leonard McCoy Who is She by @imagines-in-progress This Could Be the Start of a Plant-less Relationship by @goingknowherewastaken Visions From The Abyss: Bug Hunt by @bkwrm523 Pull Over. Let Me Drive by @whatif-animagineblog We’ll Figure It Out by @whatif-animagineblog He Knows by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul Writer’s Block by @taylorjacksonandtheolympians Happy Endings by @edolinlu NSFW

McKirk Those Left Behind by @imoutofmyvulcanmind Return the Favor by @pinkamour1588 NSFW I Love You by @pinkamour1588

Jim x Reader X Bones

NCIS Tony DiNozzo Feel Again by @littledizzyhurricane But that’s my favorite shirt by @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Tomorrow by @imagicana Heat(ed) Argument by @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps Road Trips by @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps A DiNozzo Wedding by @lucifersagents

Tropes Soulmate AU

Daddy!Character The People Erika Left Behind Part 7 by @svubloods Rafael Barba Happy Mother’s Day by @write-the-love-story Steve Rogers Reflection in the Mirror by @redamancywrites Tony Stark The Proposal Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 by @emilyevanston NSFW Tony Stark Bring Your Dad to Work Day by @imagicana Tony DiNozzo

A/B/O Dynamics Honey, I’m Good Part 1-7 by @auduna-druitt Jim Kirk x Reader x Leonard McCoy NSFW

Modern AU

AU Hopelessly Waiting by @sgtbxckybxrnes

Misc Fandoms Big Bad Wolf by @seekret-fanfic Rafael Barba Making a Family by @ohbelieveyoume Rafael Barba A Little Lesson in Lost Love Letters by @rauliskafan and @vintagemichelle91 Rafael Barba and Natalia Barba Cover You In Oil by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse Tony Stark x OFC Dark Lovers Part 3 by @lovelynemesis Stucky x Reader

Chris Evans Beginnings Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5 by @ohevansmycaptain Birthdays by @avaalons Just Like This by @avaalons The Baby Whisperer by @theycallmebecca

Mood Boards Home Is Where the Heart Is The Devil Within Honey, I’m Good

tags: @thelawschooldiva @outside-the-government @isaxhorror @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @grumpykate @auduna-druitt @pinkamour1588 @engineeringtrashcan @impalaanddemons @dirajunara

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baconandpie1 · 4 months

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WIPSnips - echo

From my WIP '

Impala67 Or How Not To Start A Relationship'

Castiel has a real problem with dating...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46518256/chapters/117135985

#Impala67 Or How Not To Start A Relationship #spn family #supernatural #destiel #supernatural destiel #spn #spn fanfic #spnfanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writing #amwriting #wipsnips

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fandomspower · 8 years

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Destiel fanfics...

Hello guys, how are you doing? Here it is, some recommandations of destiel fanfictions because I read really great stuff on fanfiction.net or AO3 that deserve recognition. So I’ll put the titles, the summaries and some thoughts and opinions about them. Enjoy!

WARNING: all stories will probably contain smut so if you don’t like it... Don’t say I didn’t warned you ;)

-Title: “Destiel Falling” (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7570824/1/Destiel-Falling), by gaaps: Castiel went into the pits of Hell to save Dean. Now it's Dean's turn to save Castiel. Contains smut, fluff and some angst. Single chapter. Beautiful piece of art, touches you right in the feels with lots of emotional moments and a beautiful hand-writing. YOU MUST READ IT

-Title: Didn’t they teach you stranger danger in school? (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8308060/1/Didn-t-they-teach-you-Stranger-Danger-in-school) by It.Is.Real: The pointless, plot-less rom-com AU where Dean accidently sends a text to the wrong number and finds himself interested in Castiel. Contains (kind of) smut and fluff. This one is quite particular in its narration but you get used to it, with a cute little relationship and great characters.

-Title: Missing Pictures (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9615154/1/Missing-Pictures), by pelagia911: AU, A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again. Contains smut, fluff. A great little fanfic, with a really original story and a good writing!

-Title: Orpheus (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227) by sysrae: AU, The club is Dante's, the room is the Cage, and Dean is only there because he hates himself. He's buzzdrunk from the shots he had at the upstairs bar, and dizzy from the heat. Ugly music thumps his bones, the juddering bassline overlaid with exactly the sort of discordant techno-trash he otherwise wouldn't stomach in a fit. The Cage smells of sweat, sex and spilled beer, the tight space full of half- and near-naked bodies gyrating against each other and – shit, is that guy actually naked? He is, and the two men sandwiching him on the dancefloor look pretty pleased about it. Dean, in his jeans and tee, is practically overdressed, and as he stands there, equal parts aroused and ashamed, he has a brief moment of clarity. Get out. Go home. Stop punishing yourself.Almost, he does. But through the din and crush, he suddenly feels eyes on him, and when he finds their owner, he remembers why he came. Contains smut, angst, looooots of feels and fluff. OKAY THEN GUYS READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW YOU WON’T REGRET IT. No seriously, this one is on my top 5, just mind-blowing!

-Title: Every Inch (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8985630/1/Every-Inch), by everycoinhastwosides: 'I know you Dean. I pieced you back together. I know what you like, what you want, what you need.'. Contains (kind of smut). Again, a peculiar one concerning the narration, but with lots of feelings and a absolutely amazing writing.

-Title: Closer (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10550612/1/Closer) by intotheruins: Castiel helps Dean get through a cold, and Dean helps Castiel understand his urge to be closer to the hunter. Single chapter. Contains smut and fluff. UGHGHH this one if one of my favourite destiel fanfic! It’s quite long (maybe a little to much at the begginning?) but totally worth it when we see the result at the end. Gorgeous writing and beautiful story!

-Title: Say Something (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4509762/chapters/10256823?view_adult=true) , by JhanaMay: AU, No matter how difficult he can be, Dean loves his son. Raising him alone after his mother died hasn't been easy, but with the support of his family and friends, Dean has made it work. Now that Ben is starting kindergarten, Dean hopes that he can finally relax a little, but the challenges Ben faces at school make Dean realize that their struggles are just beginning. When Ben is assigned a new support teacher, Dean finds that Ben isn't the only Winchester who has a problem dealing with change. Contains smut and fluff and a little bit of angst. Guys, YOU MUST read this fanfiction. Another master-piece. The author invented a brillant story, realistic and beautiful like we love them, with a gorgeous writing.

-Title: Shorten the distance (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1035468/chapters/2064625) by GhostGarrison: AU, "Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. I loooove this one, although there are only three chapters, they are really long but allow us to really connect and love the characters as the author portrays them, and it creates something beautiful.

-Title: Bloodied feathers and broken wings (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9276626), by evilwriter37: Castiel is captured and tortured by Mr. Ketch. Sam and Dean have to deal with the aftermath and try to put him back together. Single chapter. Contains torture and lots and lots and lots of angst. Well... this one... is really very painful to read actually, because as it is said in the summary, our Castiel is been tortured and it is really awful to witness (if you don’t like that kind of story, then don’t click really). But since I love angst and see my favorite characters suffer (i’m not even joking), I absolutely love this fanfic!

-Title: The Turmoil (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9843638), by my_soul_is_fire: (Castiel thought Dean understood that these three words were meant for him only. He thought he was about to be free, for he wouldn't have to face Dean's reaction once he'd be dead. But it's not like anything ever goes the way he wants.)Torn between the desire to admit his feelings and the one to keep Dean's friendship, certain he came close to making a mistake, Cas promises himself he will not try to open his heart again.But sometimes, feelings are too heavy to be carried and suddenly, he's a world tumbling down and Dean is left alone with his thoughts and too many words left unsaid, as well with two broken hearts to heal... Contains angst. Single chapter. this fanfiction is a coda from 12x12 (Stuck in the Middle with you), because I’m sorry but the “I love you” scene was totally destiel and I couldn’t help myself at went looking on AO3 and finally found this beauty!

-Title: A Turn of the Earth (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5138552/chapters/11825306) by mishcollin: Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.Frigging fantastic.(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.). Contains smut and angst. OH MY CHUCK PEOPLE I can’t even begin to describe my love for this one! It is simply a beautiful work of art that made my cry and laughed and cry again because of all the feelings and it is a story you have to read absolutely!

-Title: Ignore the Butterflies: Best friend advise from Dean Winchester (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6564142/chapters/15018709) by impatient14: AU, What do you get when you add Firefighter!Dean to standoffish-Doctor!Castiel? A thousand other fics, you say? Aaaand what’s your point exactly??!?! Dean likes his doctor, but his doctor doesn’t like him.Accidental friendship ensues, heartwarming bonding type moments occur, and oops!friends become best!friends.But best friends aren’t supposed to feel the way Dean feels about Castiel. He knows this. So he ignores all the things that he can’t help feeling. When he sits and watches a movie with his best friend or when they are arguing about which method of coffee brewing is best, he pointedly doesn’t look at his friends lips, or the adorable way he tilts his head when he doesn’t understand.Dean ignores his feelings.That’s the way he knows how to keep his best friend.Just ignore the butterflies. Contains smut and fluff. And here is the last one for now, another amazing fanfiction, full of feels and with a great writing. The author just tortures us because of the ust but it is so worth it, the creativity and amazingness of the story is mind-blowing.

Here we go, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I’ll probably post other stuff like this if you’d like. Bye dear destiel shippers, love you all!

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