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sammyofold · 3 months

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Here's the second part of the wincest fic rec list! The fics are grouped together under overarching tropes.

(Part 1 | Part 2)

Case Fics

The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst.

Summary: Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia.

Pine Sweat by Goshen.

Summary: Sam and Dean get sent back to 1996 and go on a hunt with their teenaged selves. The kids don't know who they are.

this narrow room where life began by peculiarstate.

Summary: Everything Dean is, even all these years later, is still for Sam, only ever Sam, it beats through his blood more real to him than his own heartbeat, Sam, Sam, Sam. The common fucking denominator of Dean’s entire life. or Four years later, Dean has Sam back. Some things have changed. The main thing hasn't.

venti cup of poison, half-caf, long shot by darlingargents.

Summary: A string of murders outside Seattle seem to be connected by coffee. Sam goes undercover as a barista to try and get to the bottom of it.

Mercy by LaughableLament.

Summary: Sam’s rattled, hunting a ghost light in the aftermath of Dean’s reunion with Cassie—a woman so important, Dean disobeyed Dad for her.

Walkin' the Tightrope by non_tiembo_mala.

Summary: It’s 2036, and twenty years since Sam and Dean called it quits on hunting to take up a secluded, quiet life. Maybe Jesse and Cesar gave them the idea, but after Amara, they realized they’d done enough. And they wanted a proper life together even more. Known as Sam Wesson and Dean Smith to the residents of the nearby town they call home, Sam and Dean keep mostly to themselves, their immaculately kept ‘67 Chevy Impala, and their cabin in the woods. That is, until someone from their past tracks them down, desperate for help. Sam and Dean can’t say no, not when it’s their dear friend Jody Mills in deep trouble – she’s missing – but the wedding bands they wear make going back to their old life just that little bit more complicated…

The Things We Carry With Us by lovesrain44.

Summary: Sam and Dean are on the road, saving people and hunting things, like they always do. Dean discovers that Sam is attempting to turn himself into a monk, and so he does his best to get Sam laid. Sam resists because, of course, who needs to have sex with a girl when Dean’s around? It's about going on a roadtrip with your brother. It's about the food you eat, and the maps you follow. It's about the things you carry with you. (Takes place some time after Heart.)

On the Cover of a Magazine by teashopmuses (LJ).

Summary: Sam and Dean are called in to investigate the mysterious death of a model at a photography studio in Michigan. The only way for them to get in? Pose as models themselves – which is much easier said than done.

When It Crackles by lyra_wing (LJ).

Summary: A cult is rumored to be guarding the Fountain of Youth. Oh, and while investigating it, Sam and Dean get roped into getting married. Yep.

Always You, without time or space by benitle (LJ).

Summary: Sam and Dean leave New Paltz, a haunted painting and Sarah behind them, each thinking in their own ways it'll be the last time they do anything like that. It isn't long before a string of unexplainable deaths takes them to The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Between frustration and brotherly fights, surviving more art than can be seen in a lifetime, a revenge killer and the mean city, their relationship is taken to a whole new level that neither of them had expected. But of course it's never that simple, because between all the emotional chaos, there's also a case to solve!

Swesson

A Case of Do or Die by RiverSongTam.

Summary: Former hunter Dean Smith and Men of Letters legacy Sam Wesson are working through the rigorous MOL initiation process as partners, an arrangement Dean isn’t too happy about at first. Both he and Sam worry about being paired with someone they’re so attracted to—and who’s obviously straight. As the boys work together, they become friends, both secretly fighting their feelings for the other despite days at the movies, hours of research, and nights at the Roadhouse spent in each other’s company. When Sam has a vision of Abaddon wiping out the Men of Letters on initiation night, the pair wind up fighting something even more terrifying. The Men of Letters aren’t going to die out on Sam and Dean’s watch—even if a misunderstanding about their feelings for each other happens along the way.

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here by Zanne.

Summary: Dean Smith and Sam Wesson want to hunt some more ghosts. They go to the experts for some hands-on training, but can they fight the strange attraction between them?

Who Are You? (I Really Wanna Know) by orphan_account.

Summary: Ever since Sam Wesson moved to Ohio, he’s found himself in an exceedingly terrifying series of battles against his own brain—and the attractive man he keeps bumping into with the strikingly green eyes is Sam’s only clue as to why. Meanwhile, Dean Smith’s next promotion is practically in the bag until he starts stumbling over a succession of worrisomely inappropriate outbursts. The cute, but creepy IT guy who keeps leering at him really isn’t helping things either.

When We Kiss Our Scars Align by matchsticks_p.

Summary: Meet Sam Wesson. Meet a ghost. Meet more ghosts. Meet each other's parents. This is not how Dean Smith had imagined his life would go.

More than the dirt it takes to bury them by gorgeousnerd.

Summary: Sam Wesson doesn't usually run off with strangers to fight what lurks in the dark. But then, Sam doesn't meet people he dreams about - people like Dean Smith - every day. It's not perfect, but he's making a difference and getting closer to Dean, so what's not to love? Except the dreams he still can't explain. And the way he's starting to sweat and shake and itch for something he can't name. Something like demon blood.

How Many Floors to Realize by lazy_daze.

Summary: AU from the end of It's A Terrible Life, in which Zachariah decides to keep stringing them along a little while longer, because damn if they aren't somewhat entertaining, right?

Green Man by inalasahl.

Summary: Godstiel puts Sam and Dean back into the Sandover verse. It takes them some time to recover their memories.

Demon Dean

Welcome to Your Future by klove0511.

Summary: When Dean is suddenly pulled through time, he's confronted with a broken little brother a decade older than he should be. With Sam determined to send Dean back to his own time, will Dean be able to figure out where his present day counterpart is and fix things for Sam?

Come Close by AlulaSpeaks.

Summary: Dean may be a demon, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. In fact, he's just bursting with good ideas.

is there a word for bad miracles by withthekeyisking.

Summary: Dean comes back from Hell...different. But hey, it's not like Sam's the same as he used to be, either.

High Achiever by Agent_Hellcat.

Summary: Dean rescues Sam from Cole, his abductor. But does he have a hidden agenda?

Undeniable Dilemma by rosych33ks.

Summary: Dean stepped forward again, a strange kind of patience in the action, and Sam flattened himself back against the car, hands up, knife in the left just a useless afterthought at this point. “No, Dean, wait! You can— There’s something else we can do.” Dean sneered at him, but he just shifted his weight to his other hip, didn’t go for Sam again immediately, and that was something at least. “Oh yeah?” He said it like he was humoring him, probably thought he was letting Sam stall for his own amusement. “And what’s that?” Sam straightened a little, made himself look Dean right in the eyes, and most of all, did not let himself think. “You can fuck me.”

Ruin You by Mumble_Bee.

Summary: Cole fucks Sam with Demon!Dean watching from a devil's trap, snarling that anyone would dare touch what was his.

(Note: Trigger warnings for graphic depictions of rape and torture. Here's another version the author wrote where Dean is human. Same warnings apply.)

Alternate Events & Fix-Its

Away to Darker Dreams by brokenlittleboy.

Summary: Finally hunting on his own, Dean makes a trip to Stanford to visit Sam, only to find his little brother's gone missing. And when he finally does stumble upon him in a dark twist of fate, Sam is not the boy he used to be.

B-Side by phoenixflight.

Summary: Sam Winchester is a senior at Stanford with his whole life in front of him when he dies in a tragic fire. He didn't know what to hope for from an afterlife, exactly, but whatever it was, it wasn't his brother Dean, arrived before him.

Truth or consequences by rivkat.

Summary: What if Agent Henriksen gave Dean truth serum? Disinhibition and dirty talk.

120 - forgiveness by ani_coolgirl.

Summary: Dean reassures Sam that he did the right thing by putting down Samuel. Due to past events, Sam has a hard time understanding Dean's attitude. Conversations are had and misunderstandings are finally cleared up.

Brother's Blood by diana_lucifera, stormageddon.

Summary: When Dean goes missing on a hunt in New Orleans, John picks Sam up from Stanford to help look for him. (Pilot AU)

Always My Guide by Delanach.

Summary: After Dean goes to hell, Sam turns to Ruby but using his powers for the first time after tasting her blood takes away his sight. Bobby takes him in but it's not until Dean is pulled out of hell that he faces up to having to learn to live with a new reality. As for Dean, helping Sam relearn everything from the ground up gives him something to focus on. When Sam insists on tagging along on a simple salt and burn and they encounter a demon, they realize that Sam still has his powers, they are stronger than before, and he can sense other supernatural beings in different ways. When they are faced with the possibility of Lucifer rising, they must work together with Bobby and an angel called Castiel to stop it happening.

This is Ourselves (Under Pressure) by clex_monkie89 (LJ).

Summary: After Nightshifter, Sam and Dean hit the road. What follows is three months of fear and frustration with the FBI hot on their heels, trying to avoid the long arm of the law while still continuing to work. It's not easy; being on the run doesn't leave much time for breathing, never mind sleep, sex or any much-needed downtime.

Extra Gen Fics

What You Choose To Do With It by StarsandJellyfish.

Summary: Sam and Dean have finally got to a good place in their relationship, after the fiasco that was the few years Dean had the Mark. Now, weird things are happening all the time, and Sam has no idea what is going on or why. Dean is acting strangely, like he knows something Sam doesn't. Sam is just looking for an explanation that makes sense. Or five times Sam used his powers without knowing it, and one time he knew it and worried what Dean would think.

Red in Tooth and Claw by LilacLetter.

Summary: It’s the summer before Sam’s senior year. The brothers are stuck in New Mexico where their dad left them to their own devices. Sam and Dean are bored stiff in the searing heat… until a case comes along. It can’t hurt to check out the mysterious desert creature alone, right? Case-fic, pre-series, h/c.

Time held me green and dying by anyplaceisbetter.

Summary: Sam wakes up aged 9 and with zero clue who the weird man in the bed next to his is. They deal.

The Bonds of Brotherhood by authoressjean.

Summary: In the wake of Lilith's death and the apparent destruction of their brotherhood, Dean and Sam find there's an even bigger revelation than Lucifer rising, because Lucifer isn't in his Cage. Lucifer and Michael both Fell a long time ago and became someone new. Became human.

With Heaven and Hell gunning for them, and new/old brothers fighting beside them, Dean and Sam have to navigate the world as the archangels they used to be and the brothers they're desperately trying to be again. Their bonds of brotherhood aren't easily torn apart, though, and something their enemies would be wise to realize.

Customs of the County by TheMarvelousTolkienJob.

Summary: All Sam wanted was to be normal. Go to school. Make friends. Spend quality time with his family. Only, the universe seemed to be conspiring against him and even these simple experience were turning out to be anything but that. Instead, he gets a rigged school system, an absent father, and an upset brother.

A New Beginning by MonPetitTresor.

Summary: After Chuck and Amara make up, they reveal their new plans - and they're nothing like what anyone had expected.

For Your Own Good 'verse by mentholpixie.

Summary: “Don't worry, Dean. I'll be a good little soldier and do everything Dad says. Promise.” Sam doesn't know how right he is.

On Our Own by authoressnebula.

Summary: When Sam is fifteen, his dad makes a decision based on a dark future he was apparently shown by an 'angel': split his sons up and abandon his youngest to keep that future at bay. Dean refuses to let it happen, but if they want to stay together, there's only one option: run.

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deancasbigbang · 5 days

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Title: Song of the Loon

Author: Desirae

Artist: eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: mentions of past Dean/Lisa

Length: 24438

Warnings: n/a

Tags: Narrator Castiel/Campground owner Dean, strangers to friends to lovers, past family trauma, survivors guilt, substance abuse(not Dean or Cas), Nurturer Dean, Hurt/Comfort, canon typical violence, angst with a happy ending, cabin by the lake fic

Posting Date: October 24, 2024

Summary: Dean Winchester is expecting a quiet, if not awkward, summer. His estranged brother Sammy was coming to visit from California, and all the chores around his lakeside cabin were not enough to distract him from his nerves. That is until an unexpected phone call from Sam’s sponsor, Gabriel, called with a favor: Could Dean put Gabriel’s brother Castiel up for the summer, no questions asked? Audiobook narrator Castiel Novak is exhausted and travel-weary. Fresh off of a book tour, Castiel arrived home to find his longtime online stalker has been to his apartment. At the urging of his brother, Castiel finds himself on a road trip to Angel’s Peak, Maine, where his host, Dean, is as stunning as the mountain view. Although Castiel and Dean feel an immediate connection, Cas is guarded, with emotional baggage he doesn’t want to inflict on his new friend. Will a summer in the wilds of Maine be enough for Dean break through Castiel’s walls and prove that he is worthy of love and protection?

Excerpt: Castiel or C.J. Krushnic as he was known in the literary world, had spent the last few months doing the convention circuit promoting the latest book in the paranormal series. Very much an introvert, these events pushed Castiel far beyond his comfort zone, but the book series' popularity had made conventions a part of the job. This latest had been his third and he was getting better at sitting up on stage with fellow panelists. Castiel’s heart beat a fast staccato, as he answered questions about what it was like to give voice to characters like The Wesson brothers; his face a stoic mask as Castiel adhered to the requests to read book passages aloud in his distinctive gravelly voice. He’d gotten through it, but now Castiel was drained and all he wanted was quiet and space. Peering over the railing, Castiel heard the belligerent bellowing of a taxi driver and the jarring blare of a horn being pressed. Castiel sighed again. He needed to get away. Somewhere quiet, where he could just exist in peace and solitude. Castiel left the balcony, closing the doors behind him. With a jaw-cracking yawn, he dragged his boned tired body across the living room, back through to the bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. He set his now empty whiskey glass on the counter with an audible click. Tired blue eyes stared back at him from the mirror above the sink. Frowning, Castiel tore his gaze away from himself and turned on the water, cupping it in his palms before scrubbing it briskly over his stubbled face. His dark hair stood in tufts and he could use a shave, but Castiel just didn't have the energy. Wandering back out into the living room, Castiel absent-mindedly clicked on the television, noting that an old season of Tournament of Champions was playing. He left the cooking show on and grabbed the mail from on top of the suitcase. Slouching back onto his couch, Castiel rifled through the thick stack. It was mostly junk mail plus what looked like a belated birthday card from his older brother Gabriel that said I wish you love, laughter, and ha! Penis. Castiel snorted, fingering the last envelope in his hand. Furrowing his brow, he realized it was blank, save his pen name in a loopy scrawl. That was strange. Nobody had mentioned anyone dropping anything off for him when he picked up his mail at the front desk. Castiel opened the envelope and pulled out a slip of paper. His stomach plummeted unpleasantly as he read the words on the page. The sound of your voice, the way our eyes met, it is inevitable. You belong to me. -HeartsAflame With shaking fingers, Castiel pulled out his phone and quickly tapped on his brother's icon. Gabriel picked up on the first ring. “Hey, broseph! How was your tour?” Castiel ignored the question. “Gabriel, they found my apartment,” he said, voice audibly shaken. “Sit tight, Cassie. I’m on my way.”

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horrorshow · 2 months

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god bless rhonda hurley. for @spnficrecfest

JUST SO YOU KNOW, I WAS THINKING OF YOU by ficlicks rhonda/dean + sam/dean, 7.7k, nc-17 “If we’re friends then what’s my favorite color?” Dean lifts his head and looks around the bedroom. It’s a tiny room, smaller than the one he shares with Sam. There’s an old white four-poster bed pushed up against the wall with chipping paint and tiny butterfly stickers stuck to the headboard. Her dresser is covered with books, bottles of nail polish and hair clips. On the floor is a laundry basket with freshly folded clothes. Dean scoops up the pair of panties sitting on top and slingshots them at Rhonda. “Pink,” Dean says, crawling onto the bed next to her.

OH SO GOOD, OH SO FINE by deadlybride sam/dean, 7.5k, rated E Zachariah gave them their memories back, but he didn't erase what had happened in the time they were other people. Dean Smith made a mistake, and Dean Winchester--well. He's still living with it.

WITH AUTUMN CLOSING IN by deadlybride sam/dean, 15k, rated E Seven years have passed since then. Sam thought he let it go.

NOT THE GOOD THINGS, NOR THE BAD by deadlybride sam/dean, 20k, rated E Dean wavers in a grey area between being taken and giving in.

THE SECRETS THAT WE KEEP by bexgowen endverse cas/endverse dean, 9.9k, rated E It’s 2014. The Croatoan virus has taken over the world, and Dean Winchester’s brilliant plan to kill Lucifer has failed. Dean should be working on Plan B, but all he’s been able to think about since Zachariah tossed that 2009 version of Dean into Camp Chitaqua was the secret that the younger Dean revealed. The one they’ve kept since they were nineteen years old. The one about the panties.

YOU SAY, GO FAST (I SAY, HOLD ON TIGHT) by hearthouses sam/dean, 11k, rated E This is what Dean looks like blanketed in desert night air. This is what Dean sounds like humming along to Johnny Cash on the local radio station, his thumbs tapping out the rhythm of the song on the steering wheel. This is what will be gone in a few dwindling months. (Mid-Season Three: Sam and Dean take some time away from figuring out how to save Dean from his deal, and live for the moment.)

SYMBIOSIS by deadlybride john/dean, 2.8k, rated E Dean plans a surprise for his dad.

BEDROOM HYMNS by fathersalmon cas/dean + rhonda/dean + dean/baseball team, 8.9k, rated E 5 times Dean Winchester tried to deny his panty kink and the one time he didn't.

PINK AND BLUE by jemariel cas/dean + rhonda/dean, 4.9k, rated E "Would you --” Cas swallows, his voice low and yeah, that’s definitely his ‘I’m horny’ voice, the one that gives Dean the shivers. “Would you like to show me your favorites?”

HUNTER, KNOW THYSELF by imogenbynight rhonda/dean, 2.5k, rated M In which Dean sets up his bedroom at the bunker and remembers his night with Rhonda Hurley.

FRAGILE by dragonspell sam/dean, 3.4k, nc-17 Dean likes to pretend he's the stronger one. But Sam knows just how fragile Dean can be on the inside. Now he just wants the outside to match.

LOVE IN DISGUISE by sleepypercy sam/dean + dean/omc, 4.9k, rated E In order to catch a CEO that's been cutting out hearts, Dean reluctantly poses as a hooker. Sam never expected his brother to look so good in that skirt.

BLUNT by lesson_in_love rhonda/dean, rated R Rhonda Hurley. Dean always thought it was an awful name.

RED LACE by dragonspell sam/dean, 2.3k, nc-17 Dean never thought that Sam would go through with it. He’d thought it was just one of those things—one of the random bits of filth that dropped out of Sam’s mouth whenever he was in the mood.

OH SO FINE by valiant sam wesson/dean smith, 2.4k, nc-17 Sam Wesson really wants into Dean Smith's pants. When he finally manages to get him to say yes, he's shocked to find out that he wears women's underwear under those pressed suits.

#fic #spnficrecfest #spn #spn fic #pink and satiny

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destieltropecollection · 4 months

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 22: Omegaverse

No Knot November | @em-bitterred Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,083 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Mating Cycles/In HeatPast, Rape/Non-con, Non-Con/Rape Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Non-con elements with sabotaged birth control/condom usage, reddit advice, Getting Together Summary: I (25/m/o) made a big deal out of observing No Knot November and now I’m afraid of telling my friends I failed Or Dean Winchester turns to the /r/NoKnotNovember community for advice after failing his No Knot November pledge

Scenting Lesson | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,417 Main Tags/Warnings: Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Scenting, First Kiss, Fluff, Happy Ending Summary: Having grown up in a cult, Castiel has never learned how to scent properly. When a hot alpha moves in across the hall, he seems dead set on changing that.

Crossing Paths | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,544 Main Tags/Warnings: Angel of Death Castiel, Hunter Dean, Human Dean, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Scenting, Talk about death, talk about suicide Summary: Only Dean Winchester could fall in love with Death. - In which Castiel is an angel of death, and one particularly stubborn hunter keeps cheating him.

I'll Show You Heaven If You Let Me | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,325 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Castiel, Mob Grunt Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Protective Castiel, Hurt Dean Winchester, Sam Is Kind Of A Dick, He Gets Better, Eventual Happy Ending, Revenge, Or Justice, BAMF Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Saw Wesson, Alpha Sam Wesson Summary: Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him. The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?

Inevitably Yours | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,303 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!John, Alpha!Sam, alpha!Castiel, forced mating, Arranged Marriage, nonconsensual drug use, Angst with a Happy Ending, Challenges, alpha/alpha is frowned upon, good dad john, Pining, Fluff, bottom!Dean/Top!Cas (but they do switch in general) Summary: Dean Winchester is set to challenge Castiel Novak for an omega’s hand. Being given additional (and illegal) alpha hormones before the fight has some unwanted side effects on Dean that he wishes to keep secret. Locked in a room for the night while the Pack Alphas decide what to do, Dean and Castiel disappear into the night as their only option. Dean needs to figure out his feelings for his companion, lust from the drugs or real…

Living in a Haze | @girlsvmonsters Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,000 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, polyamory, non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alpha/omega, top castiel/bottom dean winchester, omega dean winchester, alpha castiel, past sam/dean, mildly dubious consent, threats of rape/non-con, alternate universe, post-apocalypse Summary: The world has ended, literally. Zombies trample the place and devils devour souls for cheap thrills. But that doesn't bother Dean, who's gone a little crazy hanging out with the ghost of his dead brother. Dean isn't your typical omega. He's a hunter of pie who loves classic rock and decapitating the undead. Dean somehow attracts the unwanted attention of Lucifer Morningstar. Apparently he's got a thing for omegas with smart mouths. You could say he's especially smitten by Dean's ability to slip through his fingers. Devils do enjoy a good chase. As Dean thwarts the Prince of Utter Darkness he winds up falling into the arms of a horny alpha angel. Dean soon learns his guardian angel comes with a lot of ungodly baggage, one bag in the form of an incredibly annoying she devil who has a sinfully talented tongue. And then somehow Dean is part of a trio. A hunter, angel, and demon. It's an endless rollercoaster filled with horror, sex, and pie. So buckle up folks, cause there is never a dull day in hell.

The Ruse | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,292 Main Tags/Warnings: Prince Dean, Commoner Cas, Strangers to Lovers, False Identity, Mistaken Identity, First Time, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Virgin Castiel, Happy Ending Summary: Castiel, a lowly commoner, is supposed to travel to the Winchester kingdom as a decoy, posing as Prince James who is to mate Prince Samuel of Winchester. On the way, he gets kidnapped by a group of bandits, led by a rugged alpha outlaw with an alluring scent. He has no idea that ‘Dean’ is actually the elder Winchester prince, heir to the throne, who has his own agenda.

The Stars Will Remember | @casblackfeathers Rating: Explicit Word Count: 60,997 Main Tags/Warnings: omega!castiel, alpha!dean, amnesia, established relationship, mutual pining, break up and make up, angst with a happy ending, hurt!castiel, hurt and comfort, sweet!dean, bottom!castiel Summary: Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

Perdition | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 233,955 Main Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sickness & Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive Behavior, BDSM, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural)Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Sadist Castiel/Masochist Dean Winchester, Heavy Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Extremely Dubious Consent, Sexual Coercion, Abuse Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Biological Dom/sub, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Psychologist Dean Winchester, Mentions of Rape and Non-Con outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Medicinal Drug Use, Suicidal Thoughts, BAMF Dean Winchester, A pregnant woman dies, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Additional Warnings Apply Summary: It has been two years since Looking Glass. Two years since they met. Two years since they fell in love. Two years since Alastair came after him. Two years since Lucifer tried to kill them. Two years since Dean sat vigil by Castiel's bedside praying to a deity he doesn't believe in. Two years of healing, discovery and postcard-perfect moments. Two years... yet still the ghosts of their fathers haunt them.

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t00muchheart · 6 months

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Jump the Shark is SUCH an interesting look at John Winchester and Sam’s & Dean’s relationships with him via how they respond to Adam’s existence both initially and after accepting that he’s really their brother !

It also just says so much about where they’re at currently—Sam seeing hunting as a life that can’t be escaped, only prepared for (because he tried to escape and now he’s facing a destiny); Dean wanting to send Adam away from the hunt to Bobby’s (the safest place he can think of) because he deserves a chance to get out, live a normal life (like Dean would have if he’d had the chance). These are themes that come up consistently as we get to the end of season four: in It’s a Terrible Life, Sam Wesson believes he’s destined for something more, while Dean Smith doesn’t believe in destiny, wanting to hold onto his normal life; in The Monster at the End of this Book, Sam believes that they should use Chuck’s prophecy to approach Lilith (to encounter their destiny) while Dean believes they should try to work around it, to avoid the fate that’s laid out for them.

And all of that is symptomatic of their current places in the overall narrative: Sam trying to take his powers and embrace them, use them for good (because they feel inescapable, and if he has to have them he wants to use them to save the world), and Dean trying to resist the plan the angels have in place for him, to push back against the future they say he’s destined for.

And they were set up for that by their destinies and by the people around them. There’s Ruby, who has acted like Sam’s friend, helping him grow strong in order to achieve her own ends, who is acting as though she’s different from the demons but who is only pushing Sam to get stronger and hunt more because it will position him where she wants. On the other side, there’s Castiel, saying he’s like the other angels but privately having doubts, beginning to feel, helping Dean find a loophole to save Sam from Lilith and beginning to try to understand humanity, to see why it deserves salvation.

And Adam’s role in all that is so interesting because by the end of the episode we know he’s dead, has been dead, unwittingly dragged into the world of hunting by John even after his death, and Dean insists on a hunters funeral even when Sam suggests asking Cas to bring him back—because in his eyes, being dead but not in the mess of the Winchester’s lives is the better option, the better place to be. (But of course, he’s ultimately dragged into it anyway, revived just to become the vessel Dean refuses to be and then locked away for it, locked away for over a thousand years)

#and that end dialogue of dean saying sam is just like john #and sam saying he’ll take it as a compliment #and dean saying take it however you’d like #!!!#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #spn meta #castiel #cas #sam winchester #ruby #adam milligan #jump the shark #spn season 4 #supernatural meta #winchesters

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Can I request dbf!hotch x reader that has a big praise kink? And hotch being the profiler he is, figures it out and does it on purpose?

hope you’re well <3

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

(while there is an age gap in this blurb, the reader is over 18 years of age. the classes that are mentioned are college courses, not high school. but if you're not comfortable with age gaps, don't read.)

"I took that course when I was in uni," Aaron angles the prongs of his fork up to point at you, "The professor was awful. Wesson-? I think?"

"Oh! I've got him, too." You laugh through a mouthful of potatoes, covering your mouth hastily, "He's... difficult."

"He's still teaching?" Aaron's eyes nearly bug out of his head, and he turns to Jack beside him, dragging his attention away from your little brother, "Jack, buddy, Y/N has the same teacher I had when I was her age."

"The same guy?" Jack scrunches his nose with a mouthful of carrot, "He's still alive?"

You laugh good-naturedly, "Barely. He doesn't really teach, he just trails off at his desk and fall asleep in the chair."

"Oh, he did that when I had him, too." Aaron laughs, "That's why I almost failed the class, he wasn't teaching us anything."

"You're not failing, are you?" Your dad turns to you, suddenly suspicious.

"No, dad." You groan, "I'm not failing."

"Okay, but do you have, like, a 67%, or an 89%? How far away from failing are you?"

"97," You mumble, muffling the score with a bite of chicken, "I'm fine, dad."

"97," Aaron repeats, awestruck, "That's amazing."

Your cheeks burn and you try quelling the flames with a hasty sip of water. Your voice comes out meek afterwards, 'Thank you, Aaron.'

Something changes in his smile, a twitch of the left side.

"You've gotta be the smartest one in there," He presses, "I mean, I graduated early and I failed that class."

"I'm not the smartest," Your defense is weak, voice nearly a whimper, "There's- it's not about, like, smart, just- I do my own research, that's all."

"Still!" Aaron urges, hiding his smirk against the rim of his water cup as your eyes go glassy, "If you're ever interested in a job for the government, I'll sing your praises along."

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dianawinchester03 · 12 days

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter four | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter four, night of the gala is hereeeee, I’m so excited eeekkkk.

word count: 7942 words

warnings: SMUT! more like light smut but yeah LMAO. mdni!!! 18 only!!!

As the clock hit 6:56 pm, Y/N was a vision to behold. The deep purple dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the slit up her thigh accentuating her toned legs. Y/N's face was flawless, thanks to Jo's expert makeup skills. Her smokey eyeshadow made her eyes pop, and her red lips were the perfect finishing touch.

"You look absolutely stunning" Jo gushed, stepping back to admire her work. After Jo spun her around on the chair, Y/N’s eyes met with her own in the mirror. An Oscar-worthy gasp leaving her throat, “You witch!” Y/N squealed when she got a proper look of herself. She had to admit, she looked absolutely stunning.

Jo let out a victorious chuckle, clearly pleased with Y/N's reaction. "Told you I'd work my magic" she said, placing a satisfied hand on her hip. "You're gonna knock his socks off" Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around her best friend, “Thank you so much, chick. I owe you big time”

Jo returned the hug, a smile on her face. "No need to thank me. That's what best friends are for, right?" She patted Y/N's back gently before pulling away. "And you don't owe me anything. Seeing you looking absolutely gorgeous is payment enough."

“Nah, I’ll pay you back with an awesome bachelorette party!” Y/N grinned widely, referring to Sam and Jo’s upcoming wedding in August. Jo's eyes lit up at the mention of her bachelorette party. "Oh, you bet sexy your ass you will!" She said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And I won't settle for anything less than legendary"

“Speaking of which…why don’t you ask Dean to be your plus one” Jo suggested with a sly smile. Y/N's cheeks instantly flamed at the suggestion. "Dean? As my plus one? That's... that's a whole other level of insanity" She stuttered, her heartrate suddenly quickening.

As if on cue, there was a knock at her door. Most likely indicating Dean was here. The sound of the knock echoed through the room, causing Y/N's heart to skip a beat. She shared a wide-eyed look with Jo, her mind racing with thoughts. Jo smirked, quickly rushing over to the door. “Can’t keep Mr. Green-Eyed waiting now”

After both approaching the front door, Jo swung the door open, revealing Dean standing on the other side. He looked every bit as handsome as ever, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders perfectly. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on Y/N, his expression one of pure awe.

“Hey” Y/N gulped, her breath hitching as she drunk in Dean’s attire, the purple tie around his neck matched her dress perfectly. Dean's eyes roved over Y/N, taking in every inch of her. His gaze was intense, admiring every curve the dress accentuated, the way the slit revealed her legs, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders.

“Doll” he breathed out. “You look- damn. You’re stunning” He exhaled, an appreciative grin on his face. Jo stood to the side, her eyes flickering back and forth between Y/N and Dean, a sneaky smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She couldn’t deny the chemistry crackling between them, the intensity almost tangible in the air. This was far more than a simple boss-secretary dynamic.

“Thank you” Y/N blushed, “You don’t look so bad yourself” She complimented as she paced towards him. She then turned to Jo, “Thank you so much for babysitting, chick” She said gratefully, pulling her best friend in for a tight squeeze.

“No worries, chick” Jo responded, returning the embrace and secretly shooting Y/N a sly wink. They shared a silent exchange, knowing smiles on their faces.

Dean, meanwhile, could only watch the scene unfold, a tinge of curiosity on his face as he observed their unspoken communication.

Y/N quickly reached into her little silver clutch, “Here’s $50 for dinner. Order take out or something because I don’t want Billy burning down my kitchen. If he wants pizza, get him those cheesy garlic knots. He likes those” She instructed in a motherly tone, laying a quick kiss on Jo’s cheek.

In the background, Dean couldn’t help but smirk at Y/N’s motherly instructions and her affectionate display towards Jo. It was another aspect of her personality that surprised him.

Jo chuckled at Y/N's instructions, taking the fifty dollars from her hand. "Alright, calm down momma bear" She said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Don’t worry, I’ve got this under control."

“Be safe and think about what I said” Jo whispered to Y/N before closing the door, indicating to her asking Dean to be her plus one at her and Sam’s wedding. Y/N managed a coy smile back at Jo before the door was shut. She turned to face Dean once more, her heart still fluttering in her chest.

She was acutely aware of the way he was looking at her, a mixture of admiration and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. "Ready to go?" She asked, hoping her voice sounded steady and confident, despite the nerves.

"Of course," Dean responded, offering his arm out to Y/N. His voice had a slight huskiness to it as he looked down at her, his gaze unwavering. As he escorted her to his car, Y/N could feel the heat of his body through his suit, his mere presence sending a wave of electricity through her. It was going to be a long night.

The charity gala was exactly as fancy as one would expect: lavish, opulent, and filled to the brim with high-profile individuals. The event was held in a grand, historical venue, the decorations and details sparing no expense.

Dean and Y/N entered the venue, and instantly, a wave of attention was directed towards them. Dean, handsome as ever, navigated through the crowd with ease, his hand resting gently on the small of Y/N’s back.

“Some charity gala” Y/N breathed out, taking in the surroundings. Gorgeous was an understatement, everyone was dressed to impress and the settings were magnificent.

Dean chuckled lightly, amused by Y/N’s wide-eyed reaction. "Yeah, it’s definitely not your average fundraiser" He agreed, his fingers pressing a little firmer against her back. "But, hey, who doesn’t enjoy a good excuse to dress up and schmooze with the high rollers?”

As they continued walking, they passed by groups of people chatting, dressed in designer clothes and sipping champagne flutes. A few heads turned their way, some clearly recognizing Dean.

“Oh my god, Dean?!” A high pitched voice squealed behind the duo. Y/N spun around along with Dean to be met with an older woman, she seemed to be in her 60’s, her silver fox hair slicked back into a tight bun. A dress that seemed a tad too tight for her was hugging her body.

Dean’s eyes darkened with annoyance at the woman before plastering on a faux smile, Y/N took keen note of Dean's shift in demeanor. Y/N’s curious eyes darted from the older woman to Dean. It was clear that the woman’s presence had instantly put him on edge.

Dean’s hand was still on Y/N’s back, his touch becoming almost protective, keeping her close to him as he spoke to the woman. “Good evening, Naomi” He greeted with a forced politeness, his voice tight.

The woman’s eyes scanned Y/N with a bit of bitter judgment before turning back to Dean, “How are you, sugar?” She cooed a bit over-dramatically, wrapping her arms around Dean, completely ignoring Y/N’s presence.

There was a subtle but noticeable flinch from Dean as Naomi wrapped her arms around him. He was clearly uncomfortable with the gesture, but attempted to remain composed, his jaw clenching slightly.

“I’m fine, Naomi. And yourself?” He responded, attempting to keep his voice neutral despite the clear tension. Naomi let out a high pitched laugh, her eyes once again flitting over Y/N with a hint of disdain.

Dean immediately latched on to Y/N, who was taking in the interaction. “And who is this?” Naomi practically scowled at Y/N, her thin brows arching as she allowed her eyes to roam over the young secretary.

There was a flash of annoyance in Dean’s eyes as Naomi dismissively gestured towards Y/N, clearly treating her as if she was invisible.

Dean moved even closer to Y/N, his hand dropping from her back to encircle her waist protectively. “This is Y/N” He introduced, his voice tight. “She’s my…” He paused, his gaze flickering to Naomi, before continuing. “…date”

“Nice to meet you” Y/N extended her hand to shake Naomi’s, faux sweetness dripping from her voice. Naomi reluctantly reciprocated the handshake, her grip noticeably firmer than it needed to be. Y/N could practically feel the dislike radiating from the older woman.

"Likewise," Naomi responded curtly, her gaze traveling over Y/N, clearly sizing her up. She then turned her attention back to Dean, her tone becoming sugary again. “You’ve brought quite the… companion, Dean dear” Y/N could feel the undercurrent of insult in Naomi’s words, the implication clear. Beside her, Dean bristled, his jaw clenching once more.

“Oh you have no idea how hard it was to even convince him to come to this thing” Y/N giggled, resting her hand on Dean’s chest, aiding his rescue. “I swear, all day he was like, ‘Baby do I really have to do?’ And I’m like, ‘Yes, sweetie. It’s for the kids’” Y/N let out a high pitched laugh, gesturing to the banners that indicated the charity was for orphans, her hand returning to caress Dean’s, her fingers fiddling with his purple tie.

Dean’s expression softened as Y/N played the role of his girlfriend, covering for his obvious reluctance. He couldn’t help but be amused as she went along with the act, even going as far as to toy with his tie. Despite the situation, he found himself enjoying the moment.

Naomi visibly bristled at the sight of Y/N's hand on Dean's tie, her lips pursing with irritation. "Oh, isn't that cute" She said, her tone far from sincere. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she observed the couple’s interaction.

Y/N sighed while nodding before turning to Dean, “Well, babe. Why don’t we get a drink? I am just famished” She smiled up at him, Dean had to bite back a smirk at her words. “It was nice to meet you, Natalie” Y/N had to hold back a scowl, the bitter sweetness dripping from her tone, purposefully getting Naomi’s name wrong as she dragged Dean away from the woman.

Dean had to suppress a smirk as Y/N dragged him away from Naomi, her feigned politeness and fake name absolutely deliberate. It seemed even more endearing to him now.

Naomi’s face flushed with annoyance as Y/N deliberately got her name wrong. “It’s Naomi!” She practically huffed out, but the duo was already out of earshot. Dean chuckled softly as they found a nearby bar, his hand still touching Y/N’s waist. “Natalie, huh? Smooth”

“Uh, you’re welcome” Y/N playfully scoffed as they approached the snack table, instantly diving in. She filled her mouth with a pig in the blanket before mumbling, “Who was she anyways?”

Dean chuckled as Y/N attacked the snacks, clearly enjoying herself. He took in the sight of her, a bit of the food smeared on her lip, and had to resist the urge to wipe it off himself.

“Naomi King” He finally answered, his voice laced with subtle irritation. “She’s the Director of Human Resources at Sandover. A real pain in the ass.” Y/N’s eyes widened, almost choking on the snack. “Fuck, that means she knows I’m your secretary….fuck” Y/N cursed.

“Calm down,” Dean whispered, his hand moving to pat her back. He could sense her sudden panic at the realization. “She won’t say anything” He reassured her, his voice low enough so that no one else could hear. “I’ll handle her” He added firmly, a hint of husk in his tone.

“Won’t that cause problems if they actually think that we’re…uh” Her voice trailed off. Dean let out a soft sigh, his hand still on her back, gently rubbing in a comforting gesture. He knew exactly what she meant, and the thought had crossed his mind himself.

“Probably…” He admitted, his voice low. “But Naomi’s too much of a tight-ass to bring it up with the bosses” He glanced at Y/N, seeing the worry on her face. “I won’t let anything happen, okay?”

Y/N nodded firmly, letting out a deep content sigh. She was not risking her job off of her jealousy. But the feeling of Dean’s arm rubbing her back did get her going.

As Dean continued rubbing her back, he couldn’t help but notice how it seemed to relax her, the worry on her face replaced by a contented expression. He was glad to see her feeling a bit better, his own hand enjoying the feel of her body under it.

"See? Everything's fine" He said in a near-whisper, his words intended more for her ears than the surrounding room. “Mhm” Y/N hummed, peeling her eyes away from him, allowing it to dart around the room because she could feel herself melting into his touch.

His hand continued its gentle circular motions on her back, enjoying the closeness. “You look stunning, by the way” He commented, his voice low and smooth, intending to distract her from her worries. “You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome” She breathed out, her eyes flickering back to him. She tilted her head slightly to look up at him.

His heart fluttered at her compliment, the term "handsome" from her lips always affected him more than it probably should. The way she looked up at him, her head tilted, drove him crazy.

He let his hand leave her back and instead slid it around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You're a pretty good actress too, you know" He said with a hint of a smirk, referencing her earlier performance. Y/N grinned proudly at this, “I may or may not have starred in Oklahoma in highschool” She smirked.

As the night wore on, Y/N found herself seated at a table, indulging in conversation with an elderly woman next to her. Across the room, she spotted Dean, who was gathered with a few men, engaged in a conversation of their own. Still nursing the glass of whiskey from earlier.

She glanced over at him every so often, her mind occasionally wandering back to the way his hand had felt on her back. “And this is my grandson Jamie” Millie, the woman who Y/N was engaging in friendly conversation with, pulled out a picture she had in her clutch of her 6 month old grandson.

Y/N cooed at the sight of Jamie in the picture. He was absolutely adorable, with his chubby cheeks and toothless smile. "Aww, he's adorable!" She gushed, a warm smile on her face. "How old is he?"

“Oh, he’s six months old” Millie replied, the proud grandmotherly glow apparent in her eyes. She held her pocketbook close to her chest, her wrinkled hand holding the photo. “He was a bit of a surprise, but we’re overjoyed to have him” She added, a faint smile stretching out her lips. “What about you dear? Any kids of your own?”

“Oh no” Y/N spluttered, “None right now, not sure if I want any yet. But I do have my brother, Billy. He’s 16 and you could say he’s like my kid” She chuckled. Millie chuckled as well, her warm smile remaining on her face. She understood Y/N’s perspective, having once been in her shoes herself.

"It's a big commitment, having a child" She nodded understandingly. "And it's natural to take your time when it comes to starting a family" Millie then perked up at the mention of Y/N’s younger brother, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, a sixteen-year-old! I’m sure he keeps you on your toes"

Dean returned, settling in the seat next to Y/N. She shot him a warm smile before turning back to Millie, “Oh he’s something alright, he’s quarterback and the kid eats like a horse” She snorted, sipping her drink. “Not to mention he’s also president of his anime club, all of his money goes into video games and merchandise”

Millie chuckled softly, clearly amused by Y/N's description of her younger brother, Billy. "Sounds like he's got quite a variety of interests" Millie commented thoughtfully.

Dean sat quietly, observing the conversation between the two women with a slight smile. He found it endearing to see Y/N talk about her younger brother fondly. “Yeah..” Y/N smiled, nodding. “But, he’s my everything and I’d die for him. I’d never admit that for him because bud would never let me hear the end of it”

Millie let out a sympathetic chuckle, her eyes reflecting a tender understanding. "Oh, I understand completely," she said, patting Y/N's hand lightly. "They can never know how much we love them, can they?" She cast a glance over at her grandson's picture again, the love she had for him evident in her gaze.

“They never do..” Y/N muttered, a sad smile on her face as her eyes traced the picture of the toddler. Y/N wouldn’t mind having kids of her own one day, but she always told herself that the only way she would have her own children is if she had a life partner.

She refused to go through the troubles of single parenthood, having grown up with a single mom. And she most certainly did not want her kids to go through what she did, she wouldn’t put the pressure of raising a child when you’re a child yourself on her baby.

She loved her brother, there’s no doubt in her mind about that, but in order for her to start her own family, she needed and wanted the support of a loving partner.

Dean, who had been quietly listening so far and observing the change in Y/N's expression, noticed the hint of melancholy in her eyes.

He reached under the table and gently placed his hand on her knee, the gesture meant as a silent show of support. It was subtle, but his touch was meant to offer comfort and reassurance.

Y/N’s mood shifted from somber to hormonal in an instant when Dean placed his hand on her exposed knee. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Millie” Y/N said sweetly, before excusing herself to the bathroom, mumbling something about “retouching her makeup”.

Millie, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents between Dean and Y/N, simply smiled at her and bid her farewell.

Y/N hands were currently pressing against the cold tile of the bathroom sink. “Get it together chick, get it together” She chastised herself in the mirror. “He’s just a guy, who so happens to be your boss, so get it together and keep your god damn panties on”

As she stared at her own reflection, she felt embarrassed by how worked up she was at Dean’s touch underneath the table. Just the simple feel of his hand on her knee was enough to make her heart race and her body react in ways she wasn’t proud of.

She patted her face with a paper towel, a futile attempt to cool herself down and to not mess up her makeup. A knock at the bathroom door startled her, “Doll? You okay? You’ve been in there about ten minutes” Dean’s concerned voice echoed through the door.

Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice, her heart rate speeding up even further. She took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself before replying.

"I'm fine!" She called out, silently cursing herself for the higher pitch in her voice. "Just fixing my makeup and hair a bit." She quickly maneuvered to unlock the door, swinging it open to see Dean standing there, a worried expression etched on his face.

As she opened the door, Dean visibly relaxed upon seeing her, his eyes roaming over her face in mild concern. "Are you sure you're doing okay?" He asked, eyeing her closely, noticing the flush in her cheeks.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired” She assured him, chuckling lightly. “I was meaning to ask you something…” She began. "Oh? What's up?" He asked, raising an eyebrow curiously at her. He leaned against the doorframe, the height difference between them becoming more apparent as he stood close to her.

“Uh- fuck this is embarrassing” She muttered, quickly composing herself. “Seeing as I did you the favor of being your date tonight, what would you say to being my plus one at Sam and Jo’s wedding in August?”

Dean’s expression softened at her request, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could tell she was trying to play it cool, but the embarrassed blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

"You’re asking me to be your plus one?" He repeated, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. He found her request endearing and he couldn’t resist teasing a little. His tone came off more condescending to her, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. “Forget I asked, it was stupid” She mumbled, her eyes darting to the floor before turning away to walk off.

"Hey, wait-wait-wait" He called out, quickly stepping forward to grab her wrist lightly and stop her from walking away. "Hey, doll, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you like that" He said genuinely, his grip on her wrist gentle but firm. "Truth is... I'd love to be your plus one for the wedding"

“Really?” Her eyes brightened as she turned to face him again. He smiled at her, the sight of her eyes widening and her mood lifting putting his heart at ease.

"Seriously" He answered, nodding. "I like weddings" He gave her wrist a light squeeze before letting it go, but his hand didn't go far, moving to her hips and pulling her into a loose embrace.

Her eyes darted down to his hands on her hips, a very visible gulp moving down her throat. “You have to stop doing that” She breathed out. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk forming on his face as he looked down at her, his hold on her hips tightening a bit. "Stop doing what?" He asked innocently, pretending to be oblivious.

“You know damn well what I mean, Smith” She spat, feebly attempting to pry his hands away from her. He chuckled at her feigned annoyance, completely unfazed by her attempts to push him away. If anything, it only encouraged him.

"You don't seem to be trying very hard, L/N" He drawled, his fingers lightly tracing circles over her hip bones. Y/N sighed deeply, forcing her gaze away from his lips. “We can’t do this” She all but squeaked, her voice coming out as if she’s pleading with herself to not give in.

Her pleading tone only seemed to encourage him further, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips as he closed the distance between them even more.

One of his hands slid up her side, the other resting gently on the small of her back. "Why not?" He asked, his voice low and smooth. "We're both single, we're both adults... what's there to lose?"

“Our jobs.” She spat again, snapping her eyes up to his. “Our careers, our reputation. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be pointed out as the office slut” His eyes darkened slightly at that word, feeling his jaw clench in irritation.

His body was now fully pressing up against hers, completely trapping her between him and the doorframe, using one of his hands to prop himself on it, resting right above her head. "Don’t call yourself that" He said, a hint of authority in his tone, Y/N’s back was pressing into the cold frame, her lips parted as his voice filled her ears.

“I’m not calling myself anything. That’s the reality, if we do this. I’m the one who gets knocked on her ass” Y/N defended, but her body was begging her to give in.

He moved his other hand to her hip, his grip firm, fingers digging into her skin. His expression darkened, his eyes roaming over her face and body. "Doll, that’s bullshit and you know it" He practically growled, his frustration boiling over. "You really think I’d let them talk about you like that?"

“It’s not bullshit, Dean. You can’t control what people say behind closed doors.” She countered. His jaw clenched even tighter, her words hitting somewhere between irritation and anger. She wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t make it easier to hear.

“Exactly, you can’t say I’m wrong,” She added. He moved his leg to force hers apart, his knee almost pressing into her crotch, his voice low and gruff. "I’m more than capable of shutting a few mouths" He said, his grip on her hips hard.

It took God power for her not to snatch him there and then, “Son of a-“ She gasped, hitching one of her legs up, her head rolling back as her eyes fluttered shut from the friction.

It took God power for her not to snatch him there and then, “Son of a-“ She gasped, hitching one of her legs up, her head rolling back as her eyes fluttered shut from the friction. He smirked at her reaction, reveling in the fact that he could get her that worked up just by his words.

"There it is" He muttered, his knee moving up a bit higher, pushing against her core. "Wasn't it so hard to admit that you want me, hm?"

“I admitted that last week, you smart ass” She bite back. He chuckled darkly, leaning in to brush his lips against the skin of her neck. "Don’t be rude, L/N" He mumbled against her skin, his mouth tracing a path up to the sensitive spot right below her ear.

“Oh, fuck it” She cursed, finally giving in. Y/N’s mouth found his in a split second. He groaned as her lips met his, his grip on her hips tightening so much, he was sure there’d be a bruise. The kiss was hungry and rough, his tongue immediately demanding entrance to her mouth.

He pushed his knee further up, pressing it between her legs, trying to get her to arch against him. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body harder against his. She could feel the hardness of his arousal through their clothes, and it made her ache with need.

His hand left her hips and moved up to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her head back roughly, exposing her neck to his mouth. He attacked the sensitive skin with his lips and teeth, leaving behind a trail of sloppy kisses.

He pushed against her, the bulge in his trousers pressing firmly between her legs, feeling how wet she was through the fabric. He wanted to take her right there, up against the wall.

"Fuck, you're so hot" He groaned against her skin, his hand gripping her hair tighter. He could feel her heat on his knee through her panties, which were easily accessible due to the slit in her dress and it made him throb with desire. He wanted nothing more than to rip the pieces of fabric off her body and bury himself deep inside her.

But he knew they were still in public, and as much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he also wanted to savor every moment of their first time together. He wanted to worship her body like the goddess she was.

So instead of ripping her clothes off, he simply continued to grind his knee against her, rubbing deliciously against her clothed pussy. He loved the way she moaned and whimpered beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you"

“Oh god, Dean” Y/N moaned, burying her fingers in his hair. She held back from clawing at him. “Bathroom, now” She ordered, feebly reaching to unlock the door to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was a single stall, so the possibility of someone from the gala walking in on them was small.

He smirked at her words, loving the way she took charge even in her lust-addled state. “Lead the way, doll” he purred, giving her ass a firm squeeze before stepping back to let her open the door.

As soon as they were both inside, he locked the door and pushed her up against it, claiming her mouth in another searing kiss. His hands roamed her curves greedily, mapping out every dip and swell.

“God, I want you so fucking bad” he growled against her lips. “Want to bend you over the sink and fuck you until you scream my name.”

He backed her up onto the sink, pressing his knee again into her clothed mound. “Then what’s stopping you?” Y/N whined, grinding herself deeper against him. “As much as I would love to take you right here, baby. I want our first time to be marvelous. But I still want to taste you” Dean countered, peppering kisses down her neck.

"Fuck, Dean!” Y/N cried out, the friction of his knee pressing into her cunt was driving her insane. His mouth found hers again, their tongues colliding in a wave of pleasure. “We…shouldn’t…be…doing…this…” She gasped out between kisses, her manicured nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Y/N moaned louder, arching her back as he ground his knee into her, desperate for some sort of relief. She wanted to stop, it felt wrong, but it also felt so sooo right.

“Tell me you want me to stop” Dean groaned into her ear, replacing his knees with his hands. He moved her panties to the side with a hooked finger, running his thumb over her coated slit. “Tell me…you want me….to stop, and I’ll stop…right now…” He demanded between sloppy kisses on her neck.

"No!" Y/N almost yelled hoarsely, her breath ragged. The feeling of his fingers tracing her cunt made her back arch, Dean smirked proudly, “That’s what I thought” His tone was husky as he parted her lips with his fingers, fiddling around to find her clit, beginning to draw small circles on it.

Y/N gasped sharply as Dean's fingers found her most sensitive spot, her hips bucking involuntarily into his touch. “Oh fuck!” She panted heavily, her inner walls fluttering around nothing as he skillfully worked her clit. Her hands fist in his hair, tugging harshly as the intense pleasure builds rapidly.

He chuckled darkly, "Yeah...fuck..." His voice sounded strained as he watched her react to his touch. He loved seeing her squirm under his touch. It turned him on immensely. His fingers kept working her clit, teasing her mercilessly.

He slid two fingers along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pushing them slowly inside her tight warmth, making his cock twitch painfully in his pants.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he muttered against her skin. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her, curling them slightly to hit that spot inside her that made her moan loudly.

He thrust his fingers in and out of her faster, relishing in the sound of her moans echoing off the tiled walls. “Please, please don’t stop, don’t you dare stop” Y/N pleaded, her eyes screwed shut from the ecstasy she was feeling.

He leaned in close, his stubble scraping against her soft skin as he whispered filthy praise in her ear. "You like that, don't you? Like having my fingers buried deep in this tight little cunt." He punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust.

Y/N cried out, her back arching as Dean's fingers drove into her, hitting that spot just right. Her juices flowed freely, coating his fingers and making them glide smoothly within her. "Yes! Oh god yes, keep going!"

He grinned wickedly, “Good girl, such a good girl…" He picked up the pace, his fingers pistoning in and out of her. He could feel her tightening around him, signaling her impending orgasm. He added a third finger, stretching her further as he worked them in and out of her.

Y/N's cries grew louder and higher pitched as Dean's fingers fucked her harder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled and quaked around his wrist as he worked her relentlessly, determined to make her come undone.

"I’m so close, I’m so close, don’t stop!” She whined, bucking her hips into his fingers.

"You’re doing great, doll" he praised her, leaning in to bite her shoulder gently. He increased the pressure on her clit, circling it faster while his fingers plunged into her depths. He felt her tighten around him, her orgasm building rapidly.

With a final, hard thrust, he curled his fingers once more, hitting that sweet spot inside her. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

He felt her clench around his fingers, her walls spasming as she finally gave in to the pleasure. "There it is...just let go," he murmured encouragingly, continuing to pump his fingers until she had ridden out her orgasm completely.

“DEANN!!” Y/N screamed, her entire body shaking violently as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her vision blurred, her ears rang, and her mind went blank except for the overwhelming sensation of pure bliss coursing through her veins.

She collapsed against his chest, panting heavily as her heart raced and her muscles trembled. Dean's fingers remained buried deep inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her spent body. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so utterly satisfied.

He held her tightly against him, his own arousal straining against the confines of his suit pants. "Damn, you look beautiful when you cum," he said, pulling his fingers free from her with a wet pop. He brought them to his lips, sucking her essence off each digit with a low growl of satisfaction.

Y/N shivered at the sight of Dean licking her juices off his fingers, her pussy still throbbing from the intense orgasm he'd given her. She reached down to adjust her dress, trying to cover her exposed, dripping sex with her panties.

"You're insatiable," he breathed, looking up at him with a mix of awe and desire. Despite the afterglow of her climax, her body was already craving more of him. "What about you? Don't you need some relief?" She asked, her hand sliding down to cup the bulge in his pants.

"Why don’t we save that for the wedding?” He smirked, pulling her by her hips to attach his lips to hers. “But that’s in three months” Y/N whined. Y/N whimpered softly, frustrated that they had to wait so long. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if he were a lifeline. "Three whole months," she repeated, her voice laced with longing.

He chuckled faintly, the sound vibrating in his chest, feeling her cling to him like a lifeline. He knew he was just as affected as she was, but he enjoyed the thought of teasing her and making her wait.

"You’ll survive, doll" He whispered against her ear, his hands running down her sides and coming to rest on her hips. "And trust me, it’ll be worth the wait"

“And what are we gonna do about…you know” She murmured, her fingers tracing the patterns on his tie, referring to work. He pondered for a moment, his eyes following the path her fingers were taking on his tie. "Well, we can be discreet about it" He replied, his tone a bit quieter.

"Keep things professional... At least during work hours" His hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. "But after that, you're all mine" She gasped, arching into his touch. “You know I can keep it professional, but news spreads fast there” Y/N murmured.

He smirked slightly at her gasp, enjoying the way it sent a shiver down his spine. "Yeah, I know you can" He said, his voice low and steady. "I trust you... But I don't trust some of the people around there. A lot of gossip mongers and drama seekers" He sighed, his hands still resting on her hips.

"We just need to be careful" He added, his eyes locking with hers. “Yes, sir” She smirked, her eyes flickering up to his. He chuckled lowly at her response, the smirk on her lips and the glint in her eyes making his heart rate quicken.

"God, you're a damn tease" He muttered, his grip on her hips tightening slightly as he pulled her flush against him again. Dean trailed kisses down her neck again as Y/N raised her wrist to check the time on her watch. “Fuck” She cursed.

His mouth paused on her neck when he heard her curse, realizing that their little tryst had taken up most of the night. He lifted his head to look at her, seeing her check the time on her watch.

"12 already?" He asked, his voice a bit hoarse. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Billy has practice tomorrow and I’ve gotta carpool his friends” Y/N apologized.

He sighed softly, feeling a pang of disappointment knowing that their night was coming to an end. He released his grip on her hips, reluctantly taking a step back to give her some space.

"It's alright, doll" He said, running a hand through his hair. "Billy's gotta come first" He added with a hint of understanding in his tone. Y/N smiled, appreciating his understandment. A thought crossed her mind, mischief glinted in her eyes as she pushed him aside and peeled herself from the counter.

He felt his heart skip a beat as her eyes sparkled with mischief, a hint of curiosity and arousal flickering inside him. The realization that she was up to something sent a jolt of excitement through his veins.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice a bit huskier than usual as he watched her push away from the counter. A coy smile graced her features as she wiggled out of her black lace panties, peeling them off her legs. “A gift” She smirked, handing him her pair of panties.

His eyes darkened with desire and surprise as she handed him her lace panties, a mixture of disbelief and excitement coursing through him. He took them from her, the fabric feeling silky and soft against his palm.

He held them for a moment, his mind racing with explicit thoughts as he looked at her. "You're full of surprises, aren’t you?" He murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "But I'm not complaining" His hand reached out to pull her close to him again. "These are mine now" He said, his voice filled with desire.

“They’re all yours” She giggled, pulling him out of the bathroom. He couldn't help but respond with a smirk, following her lead as she pulled him out of the bathroom. He clutched the lace panties tightly in his hand, the thought of keeping something so personal and intimate from her fueling his desire.

Just as Dean was tucking her panties into her pocket, Y/N could have sworn she saw a flash from the corner of her eyes. "Did you see that?" Y/N muttered, her eyes darting around the empty hall.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her words, his body tensing slightly as he followed her gaze around the hall. He didn't see anything unusual. "See what?" He asked, concern creeping into his voice.

“Nothing…nothing- I’m probably just being paranoid” She sighed, weaving her fingers through his. He squeezed her hands reassuringly, feeling her unease. "It's okay, doll. It's probably just your eyes playing tricks on you" He said, trying to soothe her nerves.

“Yeah, probably” She smiled tightly, walking hand in hand with him.

He pulled up to her house, shifting the car into park as he turned to look at her. The ride home had been mostly quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts. "We're here" He said quietly, breaking the silence as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Thanks again for tonight” Y/N said gratefully, a small blush playing on her cheeks. "It was my pleasure" He replied, his voice tender as he looked at her blushing cheeks. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hand.

“Technically, it was mine” She shot back coyly, biting her lip slightly. His heart skipped a beat at her coy reply, his mind instantly filled with images of their time together in the bathroom. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his fingers tracing along her jawline. "Yeah, I guess it was,” He agreed huskily. "But I was the one enjoying the view," He teased.

“Good” She breathed out, attaching her lips to his again. He groaned softly against her lips, reciprocating the kiss deeply. His hand on her face moved to the back of her head, pulling her further into the kiss, as his other hand found its way to her leg, resting on her bare skin.

After a moment, he reluctantly pulled away. "You better go in before I decide to take you right back home with me" He said, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. “Yes, sir” She giggled, placing a hand on the door. “See you Monday?” She turned to him, flashing him a smile over her shoulder.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her smile, a mix of longing and anticipation already building in him. "See you Monday" He echoed, his tone full of promises to come. He watched as she got out of the car, his gaze lingering as she walked to her front door.

Y/N closed the front door and turned to see Jo lounging on the couch, a beer in one hand, and a bag of chips in the other. "Hey, chick" Y/N said, making her way over to the couch and plopping down next to her.

"I take it your date with Boss Man went well" Jo teased, a sly grin on her face, raising her beer bottle in salute as her eyes flickered over Y/N's disheveled hair and flushed face.

"Oh shut up" Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile as she remembered the events of the night. She grabbed the bag of chips out of Jo's hands, stuffing a few into her mouth.

"Alright, spill every detail" Jo insisted, her tone demanding as she shifted to face Y/N, a gleam in her eyes. "I need all the dirty details" Y/N rolled her eyes with a playful groan, “Nothing dirty happened” She lied through her teeth as she munched on the chips.

"Bullshit" Jo exclaimed, seeing right through her lie. "Your hair is messier than Sam’s dirty socks and your lips are so bruised they look like you tried to make out with sandpaper" She laughed, gesturing at Y/N's messy hair and red, swollen lips.

“I-“ Y/N stammered at her friend’s comparison. Jo burst out laughing, clearly amused by Y/N’s reaction. "Oh my God, you're blushing!" She exclaimed, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "You totally did make-out with him!"

“Well….” Y/N trailed off, biting her lip. Jo’s eyes widened, a wolfish grin spreading across her face as she sat up straighter, clearly sensing there was more to the story. "And…?" She prompted, practically hanging on to Y/N’s words.

“He kinda….fingered me…in the bathroom” Y/N mumbled, tossing the chips aside to burying her head in a pillow. Jo’s jaw dropped open, a look of shock and amazement on her face. “No way!” She exclaimed, her words coming out in a breathless gasp.

“You guys totally got hot and heavy in the bathroom? Holy hell, that’s kinky" She added, a mix of surprise and excitement evident in her tone. “Shhhh, don’t be so loud before Billy hears” She shushed Jo, pressing her hand to her mouth.

Jo nodded, her eyes wide with excitement as she lowered her voice. She placed a finger to her lips, signaling for silence. "Right, right, right" She whispered, her tone hushed but still filled with awe. "I can't believe you got frisky with the boss" She added, a sly grin lingering on her lips.

“Is it bad that I think it’s kinda sexy that we’re gonna have to hide our relationship?” Y/N gushed. Jo let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "Damn, you're getting off on the thrill" She observed, her eyes narrowing with mischief. "You little slut, you" She laughed, a hint of admiration in her voice.

“Shut up” Y/N snickered. Jo held up her hands in mock submission, chuckling. "Hey, hey, I'm not judging!" She said with a shrug. "I think it's kinda hot, if not a little daring"

“Oh! Did you ask him to come to the wedding?” Jo asked hopefully. "I did" Y/N replied, her lips curling into a small smile. "He said he’d love to come. On the drive over, we agreed to take our two weeks vacation at the same time so we can all go together. And Billy will be able to come since it’s in August." Y/N explained.

“Did you decided on a destination yet?” Y/N asked. Jo shook her head, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Not yet. We're still trying to narrow down the options. Sam is pushing for Mexico, but I want to go somewhere in Italy" She added, her hands fidgeting with the label of her beer bottle.

“Italy sounds romantic” Y/N gushed, leaning against Jo. “But Mexico sounds exotic” She added. "That's exactly what I've been telling Sam" Jo laughed, taking a sip of her beer. "But he keeps saying that tequila shots on the beach are the epitome of romance" She added with a roll of her eyes.

Y/N snorted at this, “Of course he does. That sounds like him” Jo chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's our Sammy. He does have a thing for tequila, and he is a hopeless romantic at heart" She said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

“You’ll figure it out, chick. You always do” Y/N assured her, tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. Jo smiled gratefully at her friend's words of reassurance. "Thanks, chick" She replied, reaching over to give Y/N's hand a light squeeze. "We'll figure it out. And honestly, I don't care where it is as long as we're together" she added, a softness in her voice.

"You guys are disgustingly adorable" Y/N teased, unable to help herself. "It's almost too sweet to witness" She continued, playfully wrinkling her nose in mock disgust. "Oh, shut up!" Jo protested, giving Y/N’s shoulder a light shove. "We're not that bad" She added, a hint of defensiveness in her tone.

Authors Note: Seeing as Genesis Dean and Y/N wanna take FOREVER, I’m gonna have to live through LITM Dean and Y/N🤣🤣🤣

I was so scared to post this bc of the smut, I really tried to make it enjoyable so I hope it wasn’t too cringy😭

Hope everyone liked!

Xoxo

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spn fic rec fest - 4

AUGUST 10 - AUs

as before, i've tagged authors that have their tumblr public on their ao3. if you'd like me to remove the @, just lmk. @spnficrecfest for more info on the event.

No supernatural AU

and it's you that i want by according2thelore (@according2thelore) Sam/Dean, 12k, E

“Sam Wesson gets stuck in a supply closet with his boss. Sensing the available omega that Sam's been into for months, Sam goes into an early rut.” sandover fic. the characterization in this fic is absolutely AMAZING. i'm usually not a big a/b/o girlie but i love how dean is written here as headstrong and assertive despite still having those soft omega traits. ALSO shy alpha sam who tries to hide how big and alpha he is. it just fits canon sooo well. the buildup to the smut is well-written and the smut itself is super hot!

Raw Food Diet by themegalosaurus (@themegalosaurus) Sam/Dean, 3k, E

“Sam has one more meeting today. This one isn’t in his diary; not the public calendar everyone at the firm can access, nor the private one on his cell.” an angsty fic where sams out of the hunting life but dean stayed. the guilt and longing is sooo palpable and sams self-flagellation and his need for control is written very well and subtly. the juxtaposition between prim and proper sammy and fucked up outlaw dean is wonderful as well.

Mile High Club by MissMisdemeanor (@missmisdemeanor) Sam/Dean, 2k, E

Dean Smith and Sam Wesson join the mile high club. another sandover fic!! short & sweet with obligatory use of sammy <3 its the first part in a longer series! every part is a wonderful read, well written and soo sexy!

Age swap

Dark As Midnight (You Don't Look The Same) by KassandraScarlett (@kassyscarlett) Sam/Dean, 2k, E [underage]

Season 14 Sam is 17yo Dean’s first time with a guy. something about soft twinky preseries dean and bearded dilfs drives me absolutely insane, so sam being the bearded dilf in question?? perfect :3 incredibly hot while also having that soft first time wincest vibe.

Helping Hand by babybrotherdean (@babybrotherdean) Sam/Dean, 2k, E [underage]

Older brother Sam helps out Dean with his morning wood. super sweet little fic. as much as i love dean and his big-little brother sammy, the swap of sam being the loving caring big bro is so fluffy and great. also dean getting horny over how big sammy is. me too dean, me too.

#oc #spnficrecfest #supernatural #spn #wincest #samdean #age swap #alternate universe #weecest #fanfic rec #im so sorry that this is late 😭😭#my allergies have been acting up and i spent the whole day napping in bed with the sniffles

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Do you mind elaborating what you mean by the cool girlfriend archetype in your Barbara Gordon post? What do you feel about James Gordon (Barbara’s brother)? Do you think he was a good addition or not a good addition to that family? When you think about the Gordons they really would be a very dysfunctional family but admittedly I kind of wish he wasn’t portrayed as some serial killer. I know Jim had sons before the creation of Barbara and then later Barbara had an older brother and then it kept changing, but I would have liked to have seen the Gordon have a much bigger family especially since the Gordons play a part within Gotham. Barbara just having a lot of brothers and comics centered around their dynamic.

i actually disagree — babs is surrounded by enough men in her life, and i don’t think having a lot of brothers would be helpful in her development as a character. her smaller immediate family is a good point of comparison to bruce’s family. additionally, having a lot of brothers immediately encourages a specific character beat, being the tomboy who’s a competent physical fighter “because i have x number of older brothers,’ etc, which is not babs at all. she’s entrenched enough with the bats, and i greatly prefer that most of her significant relationships are with women. id also say that she has very powerful only child energy, imo.

that also ties into what i was talking about with the cool girl thing — babs as she’s often portrayed in current comics (especially nightwing) reminds me a lot of amy’s monologue from gone girl. babs pre-2011 was a very difficult person for a lot of reasons. she was very loving, very opinionated, and very controlling. i actually really enjoy their relationship from this period, but only because there was equilibrium and they were both allowed to be themselves. in the new comics, tom taylor doesn’t give babs her personality, and as a result she’s a sassy, flat, hot woman for dick to date. she’s just very tepid, and the fact that she’s still batgirl just makes it worse.

for ur other question, when ur looking at the gordons as a unit, it’s important to remember why they arent a big family. jim gordon cheated on his first wife with sarah wesson in batman year one, just before his son is born. in post-crisis continuity, babs also isn’t jim gordon’s bio daughter, she’s actually his niece (although their relationship is clearly that of a parent + child). honestly, i like their dynamic as a father and daughter duo, and i don’t think adding more kids would improve it. i do also really enjoy black mirror, but jim jr being a serial killer can be lazy writing, although i also like his dynamic with both dick and babs and his dad. he could be an interesting angle for jim gordon to examine his own violence, and how jim justifies the actions he’s taken in his life, but i don’t have much hope of that happening.

#alright NO MORE JIM GORDON ASKS!!!#barbara gordon #batfamily #jim gordon #Batgirl #dc comics #the ask and the answer

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thebeautyofspn · 2 years

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4x17 It’s A Terrible Life

#4x17 #it’s a terrible life #thebeautyofspn #supernatural #spn #supernatural aesthetic #spn aesthetic #dean winchester #sam winchester #the winchester brothers #winchesters #dean smith #sam wesson #season 4

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handeaux · 21 days

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Cincinnati’s Kit Kapp Mapped Uncharted Waters, Popularized Indigenous Art & Was Forgotten By His Hometown

When Amor Smith “Kit” Kapp Jr. died in Florida at the age of 86 in 2013, not a single Cincinnati news outlet carried an obituary or, in fact, any mention at all. The oversight was remarkable since Kit Kapp had been featured in more than 60 Cincinnati news stories between the 1940s and the 1970s.

Almost every day of Kit Kapp’s long life was worthy of a news story somewhere. He was born in 1926 to Loretta and Amor Smith Kapp Sr. in Walnut Hills. His father was a lumber dealer and the marriage was rocky. Loretta sued for divorce twice. The second time, it took. Throughout high school and college, Kit lived with his father.

As a youngster, Kit was bedridden with scarlet fever. He told his father he wanted to build a boat, so Amor Kapp Sr. drove down to the Ohio River and took photos of a towboat. Dad told the Cincinnati Post [18 December 1955]:

“I put those pictures on a drafting board and we started to build. That darn boat took nine months to make, but Kit still has it. It has 144 miniature lights that work and a miniature paddle wheel.”

Inspired by the towboat project, Kit launched his own business, the American Model Company, to sell model boat kits to hobbyists while still a student at Anderson High School.

While living in Mount Washington, Kit walked down to Coney Island and pestered the concessionaires into letting him exercise their ponies and horses. He was just 15 when he signed up to work on a dude ranch in Oklahoma. The next summer found him at a “real” ranch in Arizona. Diving into the cowboy culture, Kit became fascinated by the guns of the Old West and managed to become, at age 17, the youngest person licensed as a firearms dealer by the U.S. government. He boasted that he owned more Smith & Wesson sidearms than any collector in the country.

Kit enrolled at the University of Cincinnati in 1944 but was almost immediately drafted into the Army. He served as a paratrooper in an airborne division based in Japan during the post-war occupation. While overseas, he discovered two new passions: mountain climbing and the Ainu, an indigenous people found in the far northern reaches of the Japanese archipelago. Typically, Kit located every book published on the Ainu – 15 in total, all in Japanese – and hired Japanese students to translate them. He amassed a significant collection of Ainu artifacts and set about connecting Japanese scholars at Hokkaido Imperial University with anthropology faculty at UC.

Returning to UC after his discharge as a sergeant, Kit convinced the Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity to climb Mount Whitney, the highest mountain in the contiguous United States. But, when the time came for the expedition to depart, Kit found himself alone. He told the Cincinnati Post [24 June 1947]:

“A couple of my fraternity brothers were going along, too, but they apparently thought it was just a lot of talk and made other plans for the summer. So I’m going alone.”

On his way west, Kit climbed Signal Peak in Utah and El Capitan in Yosemite National Park. He summited Mount Whitney, hauling a 63-pound pack, and then climbed nearby Mount Muir, not as tall but treacherously steep. According to the Post [29 December 1952]:

“He reached the peak, then gazed down on 1200 feet of sheer precipice. The descent was more a rock-grasping operation than anything else. Kit’s foot slipped and he went tumbling. The whole slope seemed to slide with him. In the best mountain-climbing manner, he stuck out his arms and spread his legs to provide the best brakeage possible.”

Kit ended up with a twisted right leg, a heel pried from one boot, and a determination to find another mountain to climb. Instead, he bought a cheap automobile and drove it through Central America. He blamed it on Burton Holmes.

Almost forgotten today, Burton Holmes was something like a Depression-era globe-trotting Rick Steves. Holmes filmed exotic locales and traveled the country narrating his movies in very popular and remunerative lectures. In April 1946, Holmes presented a filmed tour of Mexico at UC’s Wilson Auditorium, extolling the fine automotive route along the new Pan-American Highway, but warning his audience not to attempt driving further into Central America, because it couldn’t be done.

That sounded like a dare to Kit Kapp. Boasting, as he put it, a bankroll “just thick enough to see through,” Kapp bought a 1929 Model-A Ford for $64 in 1948 and drove it all the way to Costa Rica. As a friend later wrote:

“Claiming to be a journalism student, Kit succeeded in meeting and interviewing the presidents of both Nicaragua and Guatemala during his trip. His car survived the journey back to the US, despite suffering 18 bullet holes passing through a small revolution in Nicaragua.”

Kit changed 51 flat tires and somehow made it back to Cincinnati without the benefit of second gear just in time to enroll for his junior year at UC’s College of Business Administration. Soon after graduation in 1950, Kit sold his model boat company and his firearm collection and bought a 41-foot ketch he named Fairwinds and sailed for the Caribbean. The original Fairwinds was wrecked in a gale, so Kit acquired a 50-foot “bugeye” ketch and christened it Fairwinds II.

With St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands as a base, Kit launched a charter company, hauling tourists around the area, eventually wandering farther and farther afield. Along the way, he met and married his first wife, the former Lois Fatzinger of Palmerton, Pennsylvania. After a decade running charters, that marriage dissolved, and Kit decided that he would rather go exploring than stick to a charter’s set schedule. He told the Post [18 December 1965]:

“I decided to get out of the high rent district. Running a charter boat is like running a sea-going taxi.”

Instead, he offered expeditions to crew members who paid him for the privilege of exploring rarely visited islands and coasts.

“I make plans ahead of time and if anyone wants to go along they pay $200 for two weeks. They work, but not hard. They help clean up, aid in survey work, help carry equipment on the island beaches. We work about five hours a day, then we swim or loaf.”

Many of those expeditions were sponsored officially by the Explorer’s Club of New York. That organization designated Kit as a fellow of the society. Among his regular customers was physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer. Kit’s travels took him into previously uncharted waters near the coast of Panama, and it was here that he generated his most culturally impactful discovery.

Kit’s efforts to survey the San Blas Islands off the north coast of Panama led to a lifelong interest in the Guna tribespeople who lived there. The Guna (or Kuna) produced unique fabric designs known as mola, vibrantly colored and intricately layered fabric pieces worn by the Guna women. The process involved in creating molas is often described as “reverse appliqué,” in which pieces of fabric are cut away to reveal layers underneath. Kit was among the first outsiders to appreciate and study these dynamic artworks and to bring them to the attention of scholars worldwide. His self-published 1972 monograph, “Mola art from the San Blas Islands” remains the definitive introduction to the art form.

During dozens of voyages around the San Blas Islands, Kit’s quest for reliable charts inspired him to seek out, collect, study and sell antique maps. Some of the maps he found were quite valuable. One sold at auction for $34,000. By 1967, Kit had accumulated a substantial inventory, enough to mount an exhibition in Jamaica. During the opening reception for that exhibit, Kit met his second wife, Valerie, born on the Isle of Wight, who helped coordinate his buying and selling trips to England and the Continent.

As Kit and Valerie shared their discoveries in Guna art, their travels brought them to Cincinnati, where they coordinated a landmark exhibition of molas and ritual Guna statuary at the Studio San Guiseppe at the College of Mount St. Joseph in 1972. Enquirer [13 February 1972] art critic Owen Findsen was impressed:

“Leaving the ethnology to Captain Kapp, the Mola can be seen as a pure art form. One must be taken by the intense coloring of many of them which can set up visual vibrations to compete with the Op artists. And the designs are clever in the same way that the pseudo-primitive art of Paul Klee is clever, by its directness and its innocence.”

The colors and patterns of mola fabric art filtered into popular fashions throughout the 1970s. Women around the world wore clothing and carried handbags replicating Guna mola designs, usually with no awareness of the original source.

As a dealer in antique maps, Kit built a reputation as a discerning connoisseur and befriended several other influential collectors. British map dealer Simon Hunter was one such colleague. He recalled:

“Kit was a very astute buyer, but he was also a most entertaining character whose good humor and traveler’s tales made it impossible to resent the large discounts he invariably managed to obtain on his many purchases.”

All the while he was buying and selling maps, Kit earned acclaim as a formidable scholar who also had the expertise to create his own maps. His many academic publications include analyses of maps, inventories of known charts and monographs on native peoples. Worldcat lists more than 40 publications under his name, with at least a dozen publications being maps of previously unfathomed waters.

After 25 years devoted to collecting and selling maps, Kit and Valerie decided that their business, no matter how successful, was detracting from the time available for exploring their beloved Caribbean. They pivoted toward selling by consignment through other dealers, rather than issuing their own catalogs. The sheer volume of their collections necessitated buying a house with a large garage on land, and they settled in Nokomis, Florida.

Over the years, significant honors accrued. In addition to the prestigious Explorers’ Club, Kit was awarded a permanent card for the British Museum Reading Room and memberships in the Royal Geographical Society, the Adventurers' Club of New York, the Archaeological Institute of America and the American Geographical Society.

After Kit’s death in 2013, his widow discovered more than 60 cartons of uncatalogued Guna art that he had packed away since the early 1970s. While itemizing that substantial collection, she discovered a room covered by a false wall in the garage with even more fabrics and statuary. Much of this new inventory is now available through various auction houses.

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