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bigmouthlass · 15 days

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Title: Make It Do (Or Do Without)

Series: Supernatural B-Sides

Author: BJ

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Claire Novak

Synopsis: What if Dean encountered a different Hunter during the S10 finale? Someone who wound up shoving him further along his downward spiral?

Tags: Dean Winchester, Claire Novak, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Mark of Cain, Hurt No Comfort, Hatefucking, Songfic

AN: Song is "Pain To Me," by Deathline International off the album 'Arashi Syndrom. The final line of the second verse might as well be the Team Free Will motto, for better or worse. All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any copyrights or trademarks. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and protected by Fair Use.

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Pushing steel in my heart, Do you know what you're doing? I’m still breathing I don't know how, Only dreams are soothing. Desperate tears. Stirring my emotions. Fantasy meets reality-- wiping me. --- Claire held her breath as the bartender checked her “ID” but the gamble paid off-- the bartender was too slammed and too stressed to give it a good look and served Claire her vodka and Red Bull without a blink. She slipped him a ten and went back to the dark dance floor to writhe and grind with the rest of the meatsuits. She’d done her makeup heavy and her clothes were too small and worn to rags, leaving her all nice and vulnerable-looking. Chase me, she thought, easy pickings, I’m just a little baby . . .

Her prey bit in minutes. Something about Claire just screamed monster bait, she’d come to learn. Tonight’s specimen was tall and lanky, head-to-toe black with black nail polish and spikes through one eyebrow. Claire let him reel her in, let him breathe dirty nothings against her neck, let him pull her outside to the darkest shadows of the alley. Let him push her to her knees. Blow a monster? She’d done worse. Dignity was a luxury Claire had left behind a while ago. Make it do or do without, Grandma’s answer to everything. Parents gone, home cancelled, future erased-- make it do or do without.

She reached where she’d stashed her machete, and it wasn’t there. “Oh shit.”

“What’s the matter sugar?” her prey asked, caressing her face. “Wanna take this somewhere a little more private?”

A new voice, deep and ice-cold. “No.” Claire jumped to her feet as someone chopped and the vampire’s head rolled. Blood sprayed and covered Claire in fine splatters. The blade flashed and another head rolled. This one had long blonde hair like hers, it flowed like a comet’s tail.

A hard hand grabbed Claire’s arm and she almost fell as the owner dragged her from the scene. She twisted, crying out, “Let go of me!”

Instead she was yanked in an arc. Losing her balance, she fell and skinned her knees and palms.

“Get up.” Claire glared from her place on the ground, up into the angry face of -- of course -- Dean Winchester.

“What’re you doing here?” Claire hissed.

“Saving your stupid fucking life, again. Get up.”

Did the word fuck just pass those lips?

Shock made her obedient and she stumbled to her feet. Dean grabbed her by the triceps, that move-it-along pinch cops liked to use. Claire squeaked in pain. “Shit-- ow! You’re hurting me!”

Dean strode faster and pulled harder. “Thanks to that little show you put on inside every cop in the state’s going to be looking for you by morning. I should just let them arrest you. A nice hard bang in grownup jail,” he grunted as he opened a car door and shoved Claire inside, “might actually teach you something about consequences.”

“What the hell are you and where’s the real Dean?” Claire asked. It was supposed to sound like a joke. Instead it came out scared. Stone killer he might be but Clare would’ve bet anything he’d never--

“All me,” Dean said as he plopped behind the wheel, “just dead-bang out of patience with your bullshit, Novak. You wanna kill yourself put a pistol in your mouth and get it over with. I’ll burn the body and tell Jody you went down fighting instead of being stupid. Now shut up or I swear I’ll punch your lights out. I mean it.”

Claire sat up and opened her mouth to protest, until she got a good look at Dean as he started driving. She wiped her stinging palms on her leggings and glared out through the window. Tried to remember she was a tough cookie who could handle anything. Tried to remember this was just Dean and he’d never--

He wouldn’t--

He couldn’t--

That wasn’t--

She kept running into walls. --- You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. --- Dean drove through night-black exurbs and shopping districts, the occasional streetlight making everything else look even darker. No radio, no small talk, no lectures on expired pop culture crap or condescending life advice. No updates on Castiel or complaining about his brother that way siblings did just to blow off steam. Just silence.

“Where’s Sam?” Claire asked, once.

“How the hell should I know?” Dean said.

“Wow, just-- I mean--”

“You’re not too bright are you? Which part of ‘shut up’ are you struggling with?”

Claire shrank in her seat, and hated herself for doing it.

Finally in the wee hours Dean pulled over at a basic fleabag motel with the sign half-out. “Come on. We’re gonna get a few hours rack time. Your gear’s in the trunk.” When Claire didn’t move, Dean leaned back into the car through the open driver’s door. The look of cold impatience in his eyes shone her unease into nice shiny fear. “Move it.”

The hell with her stuff. Claire opened the car door and sprinted for the road.

Dean tackled her and Claire went down hard. “I told you,” he grunted, “to behave.”

“Help!” Claire shrieked. “Help!”

Stars burst across her vision as Dean slapped her. She didn’t lose consciousness, not completely. Her face hurt too much for her to do anything but flop around as Dean got to his feet and hauled Claire up over his shoulder. He went inside the room and slung Claire on one of the beds like a rolled-up rug.

Without so much as a raised eyebrow Dean caught Claire’s wrist as she charged him with her pocketknife. He slammed her against the wall, her arm stretched up over her head. “Definitely didn’t get your brains from your father’s side,” he grunted.

“You don’t say shit about my father,” Claire hissed. “I knew it. You’re just a fucking monster.”

“Right. Monster,” Dean said, and he leaned into her harder. Claire fought for air as his weight squeezed her ribs. His knee came up between hers, pressing a thigh up between her legs. “The guy who killed your pimp,” Claire felt tears fall from her eyes as he dug into the crusted-over wound, “ and the john he was trying to sell you to is a monster.”

“Fuck you,” Claire spat. It wasn’t working, the rage wasn’t eating the fear. She was still scared. Backspace that, she was goddamned terrified. And Dean wasn’t moving. He looked like he was fine right where he was, studying her like he was thinking of eating her raw. “Randy cared about me, even--”

“Randy,” Dean snarled, “didn’t give a damn about you except for the money you could make him. The only reason he didn’t whore you out sooner is he had fresher meat. What was her name? Wendy?” Claire swallowed. “Yeah, I know about her. She turned a bad trick and turned up dead with her face burned off.”

“You LIE!” Claire cried.

“Look it up if you want. What’d Randy say about what happened? The funeral was closed-casket, am I right?” Claire ducked her head as a sob twisted in her chest. She’d done her best to forget Wendy like Randy had told her to, she’d believed him when he said baby sister died in an accident so bad it was better-- “You know what you were worth to him? To Randy? Five grand. That’s it. That’s,” Dean hummed like he was figuring something up and Claire would’ve sold her soul to put her knife in his neck, “about two weeks of hustling pool, a good night at the right poker game, maybe two stickups. He lowballed you sweetheart. Gave you away for cheap.”

With a vicious wrench, Dean twisted Claire’s knife out of her hand and flung it away. “Now. Go use the bathroom. You got two minutes.”

He wasn’t kidding. Two minutes to the second later he opened the bathroom door and stood there as Claire finished doing her business. “Get out you perv!” she shouted.

Instead, Dean took a step into the tiny bathroom and Claire cowered on the potty, her undies around her knees. His normally kind eyes were cold stone and studied her like she was dogshit on his shoe. “One more word out of that cocksucker mouth of yours, I will break your fucking jaw. One.”

How nice it would have been to think he was exaggerating. He wasn’t. So this was the thing actual monsters were scared of, Claire thought as Dean turned his back. She tried not to let her hands shake as she cleaned up and flushed.

“Your bag’s on the table. Get changed and go to bed.” Dean turned to let her by. “Leave the door open,” he added as Claire reached for the knob. “You voided your privacy privileges.”

Claire changed into a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt and did her absolute best not to hear Dean as he opened his pants and pissed for the record. She caught sight of something under a chair-- her knife. The tinkling noise stopped and Dean groaned as he zipped up. Heart in her throat Claire grabbed the knife, folded it closed, and tucked it in the waistband of her shorts.

She was just getting into bed when Dean came out of the bathroom wiping his hands on a towel. The bathroom light behind him made him into a block of shadow, and despite herself Claire cringed. She’d felt this kind of unsafe before, around men who wanted her worse than dead. Not around the Winchesters though. Not that way. “Get some sleep. We move out at dawn.” He snapped the bathroom light off.

Claire turned onto her side. She heard Dean unzip his bag, uncap a bottle. Liquid gurgled. Trying to move silent and subtle, she pulled her pocketknife out of her shorts. Behind her, she heard a belt buckle jingle and fabric whisper as Dean got undressed. Despite herself, her mouth went dry and her heart pounded. What if he . . . there were two beds, sure, and there was Castiel and Dean's fucked-up sort-of boyfriends thing with him . . . Claire's hand tightened on her knife. Let him come. She'd slice his balls off.

Before or after letting him fuck her?

Before, snarled her brain.

After, whined her pussy.

There had to be something seriously wrong with her, Claire thought, that she only felt . . . real when the hunt was on. It didn’t seem to matter which side of the arrow she was on-- hunter or meat. There just had to be blood in the air, and around Dean blood was always in the air.

Dean didn't touch her. He got into the other bed. Claire's ears pricked as he set his keys down on the nightstand. A chance then. She’d have to ditch the car fast, she knew there wasn’t much gas in it. Just get me to the nearest bus station, she said to herself, careful not to phrase it as a prayer, I can do the rest.

Okay then. Claire waited, knife in her hand and heart in her throat. It took a long time, before Dean’s breathing went deep and snorty. Claire flipped over to her side, facing the other bed. In the faint light coming in through the window she could just make out his face, eyes closed and jaw shadowed with a day or so of beard. He looked like normal Dean again, the guy who took her minigolfing and called her a genius. Claire had to touch the throbbing bruise on her face to remind herself otherwise.

Slow and silent, Claire turned the covers back. Dean didn’t move. She rolled out of bed and stood barefoot on the carpet. Her knife was heavy in her hand. Claire spent a long moment studying Dean’s chest, looking for that spot just to the side of the sternum. She knew from personal experience the blade was long enough. A hard plunge would spike his heart and kill him in seconds.

Claire switched the knife to her left hand and reached with her right. She bent her knees and set her weight, ready to spring for the door. Panting silently though her open mouth, she leaned. Just a little further.

Dean’s eyes popped open. His hand snapped around her wrist. Claire struck with her knife and Dean grunted as the blade cut into his arm. “That’s enough,” he growled. Claire cried out as Dean yanked her clear off the floor and across his bed. He pinned her flat on her face. Claire tried to fight him off but he was too big, too strong, too much. Just like Castiel had, he crushed her into nothing. “For Christ’s sake that is enough..”

“Let me go you bastard! Let me go!”

Dean grabbed her by the hair and pulled, arching her head up and baring her throat. The tip of her knife touched her just under the point of her jawbone and Claire froze.

“I said,” Dean said, soft and silky and Claire felt her empty bladder pulse, “that’s enough. Stupid or suicidal-- depends on the day doesn’t it? Or maybe,” Dean shifted to press fully against her back and all the things Claire had been trying not to think about in connection with this man burst across her mind at the feel of his body, hard and heavy and so much bigger, “you just can’t feel it unless it hurts. That why you hate it at Jody’s?”

“I don’t hate it at Jody’s,” Claire denied even though she did hate it, she hated everything about it, she hated it for being warm and safe and she hated Jody for trying so hard to wrap her in softness and she hated Alex for her sneering contempt and she hated the constant reminders that she didn't belong with decent people any more she hated hated hated--

“Course you do. No action there. Room’s too quiet, bed’s too big. I take you back you’ll just take off again.” Dean set the point of Claire’s knife against the tender spot just below her eye. “Maybe I should cut your face so you can see how goddamned stupid you are every time you look in the mirror. Or maybe,” the point dug upward just enough to prick the skin, “I’ll take one of your eyes. Can’t hunt with no depth perception.”

In mockery, Claire searched for her courage. “You wouldn’t. Castiel wouldn’t let you.”

“Cute. You still praying to him? Don’t bother. When I left him I warned him I’d kill him next time I saw him. Now where were we? Right,” he growled, “trying to get it through your,” Claire whimpered as he pulled at her hair for emphasis, “thick fucking head you got no business Hunting. Hamstrings? Slice off your thumbs?” Dean slid the knife’s tip down her ribs until it poked just under the last one. “You didn’t know that vampire had his girlfriends covering the outside. I’m the only reason you haven’t been turned. Fucker had a type. Pretty young blondes. Were you going to cut his head off before or after you blew him?”

A whimpering sob peeped out of Claire’s mouth.

“Answer me,” Dean growled as he yanked her hair hard enough to rip some out.

“Before,” Claire said.

“Bullshit. You’d’ve hid your machete in a different place. Suck his brains out then deliver the coup de grace."

“Speaking from experience?” Claire smarted off.

Snarling something Claire didn’t catch, Dean threw her knife across the room. From behind, his knees shoved between her legs, one by one. Six inches taller, at least eighty pounds heavier, and -- Claire could feel it even through layers of fabric -- an adult male body doing predictably adult male things. If she’d been scared before--

“Think you’re a big girl.” Dean’s free hand fastened to her tit and squeezed. His pointer finger curled around her nipple and his thumb gripped in a vicious pinch. Heat raced straight down between her legs. On their own her hips tilted back, her pussy seeking a touch that wasn’t there. “Big girl tries to get the upper hand by being a fucking pricktease.” Dean shifted and those parts Claire had been trying to forget Dean had slotted in between her butt cheeks. She sucked back a sob. How did he know exactly how to handle her? “Good thing Randy stuck to taking pictures of you in the shower and selling your dirty underwear. You wouldn’t last a fucking week working the streets. That baby doll face and that fuck-you attitude’s catnip to the kind of bastard that likes breaking little girls.”

“Like you?” Claire snapped before she could stop herself.

A dark chuckle made Dean’s body rumble. His hips swayed and he grunted as his erection ground into her through their sleep clothes. “I don’t break my toys. Not until I’m done with them.” Claire fought as Dean flipped her over and it didn’t make any difference. A hard pull at her neck and her T-shirt shredded down the front. Another hard yank and her shorts flew away in pieces. Clamping one of her thighs between his, Dean shoved his hand in between her legs. The last of Claire’s bravado broke and disappeared when he found her slick and wet. Grinning, he stuffed her cunt with his first two fingers and rubbed her clit with his palm. Claire gasped. Like that bitch at the group home suggested she tried to find a safe place in her mind to go, somewhere to hide while her body did what it was going to do--

“Ah, no you don’t,” Dean grunted. His free hand seized her jaw. “You’re gonna look me in the eye, while I make you come.” The hand fucking up into her pressed, twisted, and Claire moaned. She shut her eyes and Dean’s hand locked around her throat. “Open your eyes and look at me, or I’ll break your fucking neck.”

Claire opened her eyes and sobbed out another moan. Her traitor body arched in Dean’s grip and he grunted, pleased. She wasn’t trying to fight her way free and they both knew it. Pussy juice flowed from her like blood from a slit wrist. Claire’s chest heaved as she fought for air. Dean’s eyes were cool as he watched her break apart, changing the motion of his fingers inside her or the pressure of his hand on her pussy according to what he saw in her face. As he made her come harder and hotter than she’d ever come in her life.

Then he did it again.

And again.

It went on a long time, and it got very bad. Dean broke her to pieces before he even got around to getting rid of his clothes. His cock was big and hot and Claire could feel it tearing into her where she was softest. Dean feasted on her all over, leaving dark bruises and bloody toothprints everywhere on her fair skin. It hurt, worse than anything.

Then he made her beg for more.

Then he turned her loose and told her, “Your turn. Do your worst.”

Claire attacked, and Dean laughed as she dug the skin off his chest.

At one point Claire found herself riding Dean hard as she could, biting the blood out of his neck as he goaded her into biting deeper and tearing harder. Against him Claire’s strength was worthless and her rage was a joke. The edge of mockery never left his eyes. To break her and rebuild her into something his, Dean didn’t need a rack. He was the rack.

When he finally got bored, Dean kicked Claire out of his bed. Literally. Claire cried out as she hit the floor, naked and bleeding from everywhere. Dean’s come blobbed out of her cunt, trickled from her ass, coated her throat in slime. “Go wash yourself,” grunted the thing wearing the skin of someone who’d been kind to her once. “You’re fucking filthy.” --- Dreams are crushed abandon hope, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm still fighting I don't give in, This is where I'm going. The glass is shattered. The curtain is down. I keep on moving-- I always will. --- “Jesus Christ, what happened?” Jody demanded, examining Claire’s black eye.

“Hunt went bad,” Claire grunted, ears pricked for the sound of Dean’s car. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

That was pretty much the last thing she and Jody ever said to each other. In the daylight hours Claire walked the town, checking every sliver of shadow and jumping at every unexpected noise. At night she lay in Jody’s too-soft bed, her pussy burning with heat and her brain writhing with nightmares. It was like she was back in those horrible months recovering from letting Castiel possess her, but worse. She’d never fingered herself off to those memories, again and again. Never bit through her own skin as she fucked herself with whatever would fit. Never collapsed against the sheets, overloaded and unsated.

“You need to tell us where he is,” Sam said. Jody reached for Claire’s hand. Claire suffered the touch for a few minutes before she pulled away. “Dean is not himself right now and he’s dangerous.”

“No fuck Freddo,” Claire scoffed.

“Claire!” Jody gasped.

“You’ve seen him.” It wasn’t a question. “What happened?” Castiel asked, staring at her in that inhuman way he had.

“I don’t know where he is, okay?” Claire said. Her vision was tunneling and her chest felt heavy and achy. Her legs shook as she stumbled up from the table. “End of story.”

Castiel grabbed her arm with her father’s hand. “That is not--"

Claire swung and popped him in the mouth. It was like hitting a rock. “Let GO!” Claire screamed.

“Claire what the hell--” Sam? Jody? Claire didn’t know, couldn’t care. Her arm bruised in Castiel’s grip as she tore free. The next thing she remembered was sitting on the floor with her head on her knees as people who couldn’t reach where she was talked around her like she was diseased or something.

--not sleeping and she’s self-harming--

--he wouldn’t--

--eighteen people--

--she’s been acting like--

--he’s in thrall to the mark--

--i’m not listening to this--

--he’s capable of anything now--

Anything, yeah. Claire’s body burned with the memory of anything. First touch she’s been able to really feel in forever. Jody and Alex couldn’t reach her. Dean could.

When you get sick of being a civilian again, meet me at these coordinates. He’d made her recite them, over and over.

When she slipped away for good she took nothing but her angel sword. He met her in an abandoned barn. He fucked her there too, making Claire scream as she came pressed up against the cold steel of the car.

“You can run if you want to,” Dean told her as he left her phone and the ruins of her panties on the barn’s dirty floor. “I’ll find you. It’s you and me now, baby. You and me.” --- You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. --- They lived on the move, a step ahead of the law and Heaven and Hell and Sam. Claire felt herself disappear into the job. She tried to get away from him a few times, chasing some longing for home and safety. Dean always found her. Her scar collection grew.

Miami, a pack of ghouls.

Little Egg Harbor, a coven of Siberian witches.

Fort Collins, a gang of shapeshifters.

Salt Lake City, the King of Hell as he begged and wept like a bitch, Dean grinning and thanking him for the Mark of Cain.

Sacramento, an oni.

Dearborn, a djinn.

The Colony, Castiel. Dean left the deathblow to Claire. The angel hadn’t begged. Just stared at her with eyes she saw every day in the mirror, full of pain before he burned out of her father’s corpse like the twist of energy he actually was. Dean built the pyre and stood with her as the body burned. Claire wept in his arms all night, and never cried again after.

City after city, case after case. Sam stayed a step behind, like the mud caked around the car’s fenders.

Finally, Claire sat behind Baby’s wheel as Dean and Sam had their final conversation inside some derelict house in some city somewhere. “He’ll live,” Dean grunted when he got back, motioning for Claire to slide over. He didn’t tell her to never mention Sam’s name again. He didn’t need to. --- You (how does it make you feel?) Are (how does it make you feel?) Pain to me. (how . . . does it feel?) --- Claire hasn’t thought of running away in a while. Where would she go? Dean keeps her fed, sheltered, gives her mission and purpose. Together they save people and kill monsters. So what if Dean doesn’t really respect or like her and uses her like a slut? He cares for her more than anyone has since an angel possessed her dad and crucified her life.

Claire does what she has to-- make it do or do without. ---

AN2: The scariest thing to me about Dean under the influence of the Mark of Cain was watching how he treated women. That degree of casual cruelty is fucking terrifying, and that's before we factor in Dean's physical power and vast experience in inflicting pain. Claire -- with her anger issues and her death wish and her brazen overconfidence -- is very lucky she didn't run into Dean before Dean hit the wall and summoned Death.

#supernatural #dean winchester #claire novak #sam winchester #castiel #jody mills #dean winchester/claire novak #major character death #rape/non-con #mark of cain #canon divergence #hurt no comfort #hatefucking #songfic #bj's fic library #supernatural b-sides series

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voices-ringing-out · 4 years

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« i’m gonna make you snap out of it, no matter what it takes. » ash to dean?

The intense confidence behind the promise Ash made would have been almost sweet and endearing if given to anyone else - deep down, if Dean dug deep enough, the old version of himself certainly felt strongly about it, and about Ash, but that could be addressed later.

"Oh, yeah?"

Dean took a few steps forward, not close enough to be within touching distance, but close enough that the devious smirk on his face was clearly visible. "What if I don't wanna snap out of it, huh, Ash?" He cocked his head to one side. "What if I like being this way more, huh?" The smirk shifted into a mocking pout. "You wouldn't wanna make me do something that'll make me sad, would you, Ashley, darling?"

He dropped the facade as quickly as he had put it on with a laugh. "Sorry, man, I'm never going back. I can't believe I resisted letting go this long - I'm so much more powerful, so much more alive." He spread his arms, motioning at himself. "All this? Is so much better without having to worry about bein' a goodie two shoes. You should give it a try."

#rp #dean winchester > threads #dean winchester connections > ash williams #dean winchester > demon verse #interactions > evilsded #sorry for the lack of icon; the internet is out but i wanted to write so im mobile #im thinking this is Dean under the mark of cain but we can play it by ear #QUEUE

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vampire-in-a-trench-coat · 4 years

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A Drop in the Ocean Q&A #3

Q: Will Dean kill Death?

The original Death? Maybe. 😉 Billie will show up very soon in the fic, so.... you know. Something’s definitely happening to the original Death, and very soon. 😉

Q: Will the baby be able to bond with Dean, to see outside of Dean’s stomach like Jack and know Cas is her father?

Yes, the baby will be able to sense that Dean and Cas are her parents, even inside the womb. They’ll be bonded, in a way, once she’s born, so she’ll be able to see their wings, and they’ll be able to see hers. But it’s more of an unconscious thing. I’ve seen a lot of fics where the nephilim actually talks to their parents (even while in the womb) and is actually aware of everything that’s going on, and I’m really not much of a fan of that idea. Their baby is still a baby, so she’s not really conscious of anything, she’s just able to sense some things, even before she’s born. She can even sense when Dean’s distressed, which has happened already (when she started kicking at the end of chapter 28).

Q: Will Dean have to watch Cas be killed by Lucifer in season 12?

Uh... *nervous laugh* Okay, so, truth be told, I’m not sure about that yet. If Cas got killed, Dean would die with him, and by that point, the baby would already have been born, so I could do it without hurting the baby. BUT, she would still be able to sense that something was horribly wrong, and that sounds pretty freaking brutal to me.

I’ve been debating whether or not to do that for over a year now, and I haven’t decided if I should do it yet. Of course, if I did do it, Dean and Cas would be back like, in the next chapter, and I already know how I would bring them back too (again, I’ve been thinking about this for over a year), but I don’t know if I should do it. Really. I think people would be a little mad at me. 😂

So, uh... yeah. That could happen, or maybe it won’t. Don’t know yet. *hides under a rock*

(I was gonna add a little paragraph describing how I imagine that scene going but it turned out too strong and honestly, I didn’t want to add a warning to this post or something. And I kinda wanna keep that to myself for now, if I do decide to go through with it. But... it’s sad. And horrible. And freaking heart-wrenching. I kinda teared up the first time I imagined it.)

Q: Will there be a crossover in season 13 like in canon?

You mean with Scooby Doo? Yeah, probably, but it won’t have much focus, I guess? Maybe? Haven’t thought that far ahead yet, but I’ll probably add that episode like I usually add the cases that don’t add too much to the plot—more like a general overview of what happened, pointing out everything that happened differently from canon. That’s what I’m planning right now, anyway.

Q: Will Dean die in season 15 (and Cas, too, if you do it)?

No. Definitely not. I might be considering adding the psycho Chuck storyline, but killer rebar? Not a chance. Never. I absolutely refuse.

Also, that rebar could never kill Dean in A Drop in the Ocean. I guess I haven’t really established this in the story so clearly yet (but I will), but Dean doesn’t die so easily anymore. He can die from an angel blade, but because he’s bound to Cas, he can heal from most wounds now, even ones that would have been fatal to him as a full human.

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A Drop in the Ocean (AO3)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Chapters: 29/?

Word Count: ~871k words (WIP)

Relevant Tags: Destiel, Canon!verse, Mpreg, Pregnant Dean, Wingfic

Summary:

After a witch hunt gone terribly wrong, Dean calls Castiel in a desperate attempt to save Sam's life, but the angel's help comes with a very high price. With Cas' borrowed Grace burning out faster every day, the Mark of Cain being more active than ever and a bottle of whiskey to top it all, a confession from Castiel sends Dean's entire life spiraling out of control.

Set after 10x10, "The Hunter Games".

~Vamps ♥️

#vamps answers #A Drop in the Ocean Destiel fic #destiel #destiel fic #destiel fic rec #deancas #deancas fic #deancas fic rec

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wexarexmadxhere-archive · 3 years

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Dean Winchester; Muse Info

Full Name; Dean Winchester Nickname; Squirrel Face Claim; Jensen Ackles Gender; Male Pronouns; He/Him Marital Status; Single Sexuality; Bisexual (Closeted) Age; 42 Date Of Birth; January 24, 1979 Occupation; Hunter Residence; Bunker, Impala, On the road Species; Human, Knight of Hell, Vampire, Ghost, Jefferson Starship Hierarchy; Omega Family; Sam Winchester Verses; None Important Note; NOT SAM FRIENDLY! My muse Dean does not feel obligated to make sure his brother Sam is safe or taken care of. He does not feel obligated to be his protector. He feels no responsibility towards Sam at all. He hunts on his own most of the time, unless another hunter, who is not Sam, calls him in for help. Dean blames Sam for the death of their parents. He blames him for most of the bad shit that’s happened in Dean’s life and he refuses to deal with it anymore. (Do not come after me just because you feel differently, this is my muse! I will play him as I see fit!) Biography/Timelines; Canon; Dean Winchester [January 24, 1979 -2025] was a human and hunter as well as a member of the Men of Letters with his younger brother Sam. He and his brother are members of the Winchester and Campbell families Through his father, Dean is the older half-brother of Adam Milligan. Dean is also the destined vessel of the Archangel Michael. He and Sam are also the surrogate sons of the late Bobby Singer. Dean is best friends with the angel Castiel, close friend to the late prophet Kevin Tran, and reluctant ally of Crowley. Dean has an ex-girlfriend, Lisa Braeden, who he lived with for a year when he thought Sam was in Hell. She has a child named Ben, who Dean acted as a father for during that year. Dean's biological child was an amazon named Emma. He is also the former apprentice of Alastair. Both Dean and Sam were raised in the hunting life by their father, after the demon Azazel killed their mother. Dean's main role in the series is being the self-appointed guardian of Sam and often going to extreme lengths to protect him regardless of personal cost. Often in these occurrences Dean finds himself the center of a much larger picture. When he was killed by Metatron whilst using the Mark of Cain, Dean returned as a demon and a Knight of Hell loyal only to himself. He was then cured by his brother using purified blood. Eventually, the Mark was removed, but the price was that the Darkness has now been released into the world, something Dean tried to avoid. Dean and his brother soon met God who returned to help put an end to the danger to the world. During this time, Dean got through to God about not sacrificing himself and The Darkness about not destroying all of reality and helped them reconcile. As a reward, Dean was given back his mother and was able to return to his usual style of hunting with his family. With his mother trapped in an alternate reality, Dean set out with Sam, Castiel and the Nephilim Jack to rescue Mary and reunite his family, a situation made more urgent by the upcoming invasion of an alternate reality Michael. Following the reunion of his family, Dean agreed to become the vessel for the alternate Michael in order to finish Lucifer once and for all. Aided by Michael, Dean faced Lucifer in battle and ultimately killed the rogue archangel and ended his long reign of terror. This victory was short-lived as Dean was to be betrayed by Michael who took full control of Dean and became loose upon the Main Universe in Dean's body, his one true vessel. Michael would use him for weeks before he left Dean's body on his own for unknown reasons. In the days after, Dean struggled with re-adjusting to being himself again as he tried to help Sam on hunts. However, he regained his will and did better in hunting, as he and his family decided to go after Michael and defeat him. Dean also bonded with Jack after learning his declining health. During a confrontation with Michael, the Archangel retook control of Dean after revealing that he left to break his spirits and locked the hunter away in his subconscious. However, Dean manages to trap Michael within his own subconscious shortly thereafter, but is left worried for what will occur if the archangel escapes. Following a hunt, Dean lost concentration over keeping Michael imprisoned but the latter instead escaped Dean's mind and took Rowena for an alternative vessel while inflicting revenge on Dean. However, Michael was then killed by Jack, saving the world from his influence and freeing Dean of his grasp.

#wexarexmadxhere; muse #Muse Info #🏷 tag drop #c; Dean #🎶Dean's Playlist🎶#Closet; Dean #Dean wants #Musings; Dean #HC; Dean #Dean #Dean Winchester #wexarexmadxhere; supernatural character

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creations-of-a-potato · 4 years

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Aesthetic/Moodboard Masterlist

The list is in alphabetical order. Strikethrough means it’s been queued. Bold means it is a link. Link will take you to the post.

[5/16/21] - Updated with recent-ish posts and minor formatting changes. Info on ordering added.

[10/8/21] - Updated with Archangel week posts. Will be updated again after the queue posts.

Fandoms:

Alice, 2009

DC Comics & Marvel Comics

Final Fantasy

Kid Icarus

Kingdom Hearts

Merlin

Supernatural

Unnamed Work (personal creation)

INFO AND LIST UNDER READMORE

Unless otherwise stated next to the first line, there is only one aesthetic/moodboard image for it.

EX:

Supernatural

Dean Winchester (x3)

Role Swap

Role Swap, Poem Series (x2)

Delilah

Reverse Verse

Instead of having it say (x1) for 80% of them, I only note when there’s multiple.

Multiple Versions will be noted with an asterisk (one for each version) to keep the list from getting too dense.

I also have multiple versions for the same image, with there being only one or two images different or a higher quality picture was found. For example, I have 3 versions for Aderyn Maddox. The first version and the second version have one image completely changed, one moved to the side a bit, and two replaced with higher quality versions. Versions 2 and 3 has one image completely changed and one zoomed out. Unless requested, the most recent version is the one I’ll post. I mainly keep the old versions as source material more or less.

Multiple versions will be noted, largely for reference, but can be requested, although depending on how low quality I find the earlier versions requested, I may refuse to post that one entirely. That’s not likely though, for the most part, I like most early versions.

I apologize if the ordering is confusing, let me know if it is and I’ll try and figure out a better way to list them.

Alice, 2009

Hatter

March

DC Comics & Marvel Comics

Aderyn Maddox - OC ***

Ash Dioli - OC

Ava, Billy, Kaldur, Klarion - Relationship (x6)

Ava’s Square

Billy’s Square

Kaldur’s Square

Klarion’s Square

Grouped **

Danny & Katherine Cooper - Relationship

Dick Grayson **

Harrison & Morgan - Relationship **

Jason Todd

Katherine Cooper - OC

Kina - OC ***

Klarion the Witch Boy

Lilja Brand - OC **

Lillian Allen - OC **

Morgan Jordan - OC **

Final Fantasy

Lirael - OC **

Kid Icarus

Pit (x2)

Cheery

Gen

Pit & Dark Pit

Kingdom Hearts

Demyx

Merlin

Gwynedd - OC

Supernatural [NOTE: this ordering’s more screwy, sorry. Side effect of how specific the boards get. They’re separated by Person/Relationship with the AU Name next and then (if it gets more specific) another descriptor]

Abaddon/Ella

Hell Swap

Abaddon

Hell Swap

Abe

Role Swap

Abel (x5)

Common

Different Archs (x2)

Post Resurrection

Choking on it

Remembering

Main

Pre Death

Role Swap

Pre Death

Abel & Cain - Relationship (x7)

Common

Main (x4)

Answers

Home

Reasons

Regret

Twin Marks AU (x2)

Together

Weapons

Abel & Israfel - Relationship

Main

Adam Milligan

Asexual

Adam of Eden

Gen

Angels (x17)

Abariel

Abathur

Adnarel

Amatiel

Barachiel

Behemiel

Cupra

Dara

El Auria

Idrael

Rachmiel

Rahab

Sadriel

Seraphiel

Temeluch

Uriel

Zadkiel

Archangels (x2)

Destructive (x8)

Gabriel’s Square **

Lucifer’s Square

Michael’s Square

Raphael’s Square **

Grouped **

Serial Killer (x4)

Archangel Week

Ash

Role Swap, Poem Series

Azazel

Role Swap

Cain (x4)

Gen (x2)

Pre Mark

Post Mark

Role Swap

Knight of Hell - Michael’s Right Hand

Serial Killer

Cain, [], Michael - Relationship

Role Swap

Cain/Michael - Relationship (x4)

Main

Role Swap (x2)

Consuming

Red

Different Archs - Michael Retires Flavor

Archangel Week

Crow (x2)

Gen

Bloody

Non-Bloody

Crow & Israfel - Relationship

Gen

Dean Winchester (x3)

Role Swap

Role Swap, Poem Series (x2)

Apollo

Bloody Knuckles

Delilah

Reverse Verse

Ella (x13)

Different Archs - Michael Retires Flavor

Leviathan

Queer (x3)

Aromantic

Asexual

Genderqueer

Rainbow (x4)

Blue

Pink

Green

Yellow

Role Swap (x4)

Choices/Reveal

General

I’m Fine

Nearing the End

Common Series

Ella & Chuck - Relationship

Role Swap

Ella & Fox - Relationship

Role Swap

Ella’s Forest - Location

Ella, Emma, Jack, Abe - Relationship (x6)

Role Swap

Hybrids (x5)

Ella’s Square

Emma’s Square

Jack’s Square

Abe’s Square

Grouped

Old Idea

Gabriel (x2)

Gen

Spontaneous - Archangel Week

Israfel (x4)

Gen

Quad Swap

Reverse Verse

Role Swap

Israfel & Mary Campbell - Relationship

Main

Israfel & Sam - Relationship

Role Swap

Israfel & Uriel - Relationship (x4)

Reverse Verse

Role Swap (x3)

Set

Jessica Moore

Role Swap, Poem Series

Jo Harvelle

Role Swap, Poem Series

Lilith

Role Swap

Lucifer (x3)

Gen

Role Swap

Gen

Curious - Archangel Week

Michael (x8)

Different Archs (x2)

Gen

Michael Retires Flavor

Gen (x3)

Gen

Soft

War

Role Swap (x3)

Gen

Storm - Archangel Week

Archangel Week

Raphael (x2)

Gen

Nature - Archangel Week

Sam Winchester

Role Swap, Poem Series

Seven - Creature

Uncle Cain AU

Unnamed Work

Ethan Meadows - OC **

Ethan/Gavin - Relationship

Gavin Summers - OC

Sophie Arentz - OC

#masterlist #my work #my creations #moodboard #Aesthetic #my aesthetics #my moodboards

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storiesofthenight · 3 years

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verse drop for Dean

Dean Winchester died at hands of Metatron. While Crowley expected the Mark of Cain to bring him back as a demon, it didn’t. So eventually, Sam buries his brother.

Weeks pass and suddenly he finds himself awake again. Who brought him back? Who knows, maybe it’s another angel, maybe it’s God, ... nobody knows really. But he’s been to hell again, even if it’s just a few weeks and it left him restless upon waking.

#Dean:[Verses]Returned

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bluntache · 4 years

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yo , there are a SHIt TON of people here . let’s write together .

comment a verse , i’ll write something . this blog is official semi active !

xx. ‹ canon. ›

canon dean winchester. seasons 01-15. any canon divergences have their own verses below ie. endverse, etc.

xx. ‹ canon div. ›

anytime we write canon but we change something .

xx. ‹ end. verse. ›

canon dean winchester. end!universe setting. this is dean’s verse for anything related to the apocalypse, both in canon (end!verse) and alternate universes such as american horror story apocalypse or just apocalyptic au’s.

this dean fed into his dark desires after sam said yes to lucifer. using sam’s betrayal as an excuse to get his hands dirty without worrying about retribution or guilt. without any real ties to family or friends, dean allows himself to go very far into the dark hole of desire and destruction. using his brother as his excuse for his actions – we had to do it - or lucifer will win , mentality. he is abusive and toxic towards castiel as well as others .

xx. ‹ ordinary. ›

alt. universe dean winchester. this verse does not have supernatural components. dean is a baseball player, taking 18 hours at university, living in studio apartment he fixed it up and is renting to own atm, working part time at a diner as a cook, also working saturdays at a local autobody shop as a intern.

is a baseball player, taking 18 hours at university, living in studio apartment that was pretty trashy but he fixed it up and is renting to own atm, works part time at a diner as the cook, also works saturdays at a local autobody shop as a intern.

mary winchester was accidentally burned alive when a loose wire sparked upstairs in the baby room causing it to fill with smoke. incredibly baby sam had crawled from the room and woke up dean next door who started screaming when he saw the flames. his father screamed for him to carry sam outside and ran into the burning room for their mother. john was thought to have suffered from smoke poisoning due to believing he had seen a demon in the smoke and flames. after a month or so john gained custody of his kids again. sadly he was never the same and went on ‘hunts’ often. leaving the children unattended for weeks sometimes. when dean was 17 his father was busted when a hotel clerk called authorities after seeing dean break into a vending machine and notices the father had not returned. dean was not charged as the police believed neglect was apparent and john never came back. his body would lady be found near his car, police believed he tried to commit suicide since the smell of sulfur was in the area and the cars gas tank had been drained (as if left on until the engine died).

dean was given the impala and the news. sam had already been in foster care at this point and was integrating well. he was at a good school with a good family and while they invited dean over often dean knew he had to make sure his life turned around. sam encourages him to go to college and dean decided to after sams foster dad said he would help him talk to the college about financing.

dean made friends quick and while most didn’t connect dean to the death in the papers some did and offered a helping hand. he was able to find a studio apartment through a local ad and was offered it dirt cheap if he would do the renovations. dean accepted even though he knew the place was a dump and would take a lot of tlc.

the baseball coach spotted dean quickly and asked if he’d ever played sports. dean mentioned his training with his dad and easily knocked one out when practicing with the team. he was offered a walk on spot and a minimal scholarship of covering 12 hours of college credit per semester.

he picked up a job as fast as he could at a local dive joint that was desperate for a cook. they threw him in with no experience but the customers weren’t picky and he could cook most of the basic slop people wanted. he worked hard and the waitresses appreciated his take no shit demeanor if an unruly customer came in.

dean tries to reconnect with bobby but it takes. along while to find him again through the phone book. when he does eventually bobby offers him a place with him but dean declines wanting to stay close to sam. bobby’s known for coming to visit and watch the games. most people assume that’s deans dad and he’s happy to let them think it.

he’s going for his basics right now but has several paths he’s considering. photography, wielding, autobody or business. he keeps very little around him. he’s a minimalist and always feels like he’ll have to leave at any minute. afraid of commitment. desperate for a connection. very confident but got that southern gentleman charm. he keeps an old photo of his parents in his wallet and one of sam in the impala.

xx. ‹ pre. canon. ›

pre-canon dean winchester. this takes place prior to the pilot and generally is either teen or young adult dean prior to meet up with sam at college to find their father.

xxi. ‹ demon!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. deanmon era. anytime dean is a demon, or knight of hell. in this verse, he is typically devoid of emotions that drive him normally : such as guilt, etc. he still holds somewhat of a moral compass, killing those who don’t follow the rules or hurt children / rape women, etc. follows canon supernatural but most threads turn divergent fairly quickly.

xxi. ‹ dean smith. ›

alternate universe dean winchester. dean smith. a verse for dean in which he is dean smith, adopted successful child of ellen & bobby smith, loving brother to jo. he loves golfing and fancy suits. eats salad everyday & is a ceo of his fathers fortune 500 company which specializes in cars with new age technology , similar to tesla .

xxi. ‹ moc!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. mark of cain era. anytime dean has the mark of cain , he is drawn to violence and blood shed. he’s drawn to dark, terrible things such as killing, violence, hardcore sex, and other taboo things. he feeds off the energy and has trouble controlling himself . if castiel or sam is not around he’s likely to kill without pause.

xxi. ‹ purgatory ›

canon dean winchester. purgatory setting. anytime dean is in the realm of purgatory. can be canon divergent but typically written with benny or castiel.

xxi. ‹ michael!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. michael!dean era. anytime dean’s body is taken over by michael, or in which michael is sharing dean’s vessel with or without permission. covers both canon timeline and canon divergence regarding michael.

xi. ‹ coach. ›

alternate universe dean winchester. dean works at a high school or university (plot dependent). in high school threads, he is a head football coach and gym teacher. he sometimes teaches history or health depending on what the school needs that year. in university he is the asst coach, defensive coordinator, and sometimes teaches freshman fitness courses .

xi. ‹ hitman. ›

dean left his fathers house at 18 and went straight into the military. with his moms untimely death his father slowly lost his mind, beginning to believe in conspiracy theories, supernatural beings, and was becoming extremely paranoid as well as beginning to buy guns. dean knew he needed to get out if he wanted to gain custody of sammy somehow and he saw the army as his out. when testing on the exams the army found he had a certain aptitude for …. certain jobs… he started out as a contract hitman and cover up guy. after a while he retired from the military and went private with his time and money. he’s got one assistant and no other contacts. as far as the world knows, he’s still with the army. as far as the army knows, he’s off the grid. sammy is placed in foster care within one year of dean joining the army. dean is granted leave temporarily and sam is given to bobby singer while dean works , sending large sums in various forms during the times he is gone.

xi. ‹ witch. ›

alternate universe. dean winchester is a witch who is able to communicate with biologically living things that use photosynthesis . his brother sam , a pyrokenetic , tragically started a house fire that took the lives of his entire family minus dean who was found cocooned entirely by crisp , burnt foilage and limbs . the tree outside his window had inexplicably created a barrier between him and the fire. taken in by bobby singer , who’s deceased wife had (he found out later) been blessed with divine sight , he tried to learn and hone his skills . he eventually opens his own holistic apothecary where he offers mixtures based on the ailments of his customers . he known to be called upon by those who know his true nature for cures and consults.

xi. ‹ bounty hunter. ›

ffxv. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hunter without family. found among the remnants of what was assumed to be a freak house fire or arson, he was taken in and raised by hunters . after leaving their safety net and moving into a small cabin built by the lake not far from cindy’s shop, he stays there fending off wild monsters and animals. living as best he can in isolation.

sw. crossover universe. dean winchester is a bounty hunter. his mother was a bounty hunter as well but died while attempting a job. his father, worked for the first order / rebellion (you pick) but was caught in an explosion not long after , leaving sammy behind to join the first order / rebellion as a researcher and design specialist. dean refused to be entrapped by a label and left searching for meaning and his place in everything.

loz/botw. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hylian hunter on a mission. he’s heard rumors of a great hero and wants to learn the ways of the champion. his brother sam, inspired by the princess, travels with him and they document all they can find. together they hope to unlock the mystery to their mother’s disappearance. there father blames a dark spirit and talks about it constantly, convincing those in the villages he is mad. their mother traded her soul with the dark statue in hateno in order to pay a debt owed by her family. john, and his boys do not know of the statue and believe her to be dead or that she has abandoned them.

teen wolf. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hunters son and comes to beacon hills in order to aid chris argent in his hunting of werewolves. along the way he befriends allison argent and becomes intertwined with the complex story of the pack. he will not know of the pack in the high school unless you tell him . his loyalty will always be to allison over anyone else .

xi. ‹ dark!dean. ›

canon divergent. dean’s been fucked up since he can remember. if it’s nasty, he wants it. if it’s wrong, it feels right. he’s tired of babysitting and he’s tired of taking orders. veering off on his own more often than not, he’s got a secret. he likes blood on his hands, black blood, red blood, he’s not picky. he just wants the raw freshness of a kill on his hands. his weapon of choice is whatever is available but his knife is always on him. warm blood helps wash away the bad memories. and sometimes, it helps him forget the fire.

in this verse , the fire happens and all events still occur. however, dean is not the same as canon dean . instead he took the smarting abuse of his father one last time, citing to himself that the constant verbal and emotional abuse was enough to justify the bullet to the back of his head. he left him there. dressed it up real nice, like a present, even faked the scent of sulfur. ‘demons’ were real, so his dad said. dean figures his demons must be pretty real too, but now they’re dead, buried 6 ft under.

he gets off on dominance / power / and killing . he is not concerned with sammy staying alive unless it helps him in some way. after his father dies he gets a lot worse . sam (most times) turns into a conscious of sorts that he uses to guide his actions (wwsd? -what would sammy do) . he only does this if he needs to keep a low cover. when castiel comes along , dean finds him a pain in the ass but grows to enjoy him. over time he wants more and more to own the angel and to influence him to become more like him. deadly.

xi. ‹ anything but business‚ sheresists. ›

private verse with @sheresists .

#ooc.

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carryonmywaywardwriters · 5 years

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Heathens - Soulless Reader x Demon Dean (Short Series)

A/N: Yes, I’m alive. I just don’t particularly want to discuss it in depth. For now? Have this. I have some stuff lined up to be posted, already. So, there’ll be some more over this next week that way. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Warnings: Harley/Joker kinda relationship. Unhealthy. Power driven. Implied/Upcoming smut. Etc. Each chapter will have individual warnings.

Word Count: Roughly 2,800

“Y/N?” Dean Winchester. A deep, gravelly voice you hadn't heard since Bobby died echoed around you. A voice that should have meant something. Instead, it made you turn slowly, a brow raised. Waiting for the consequences with a blank face.

He hadn't been sure it was you. Darkness covered you. But, that wasn't enough. The actions he'd witnessed too fundamentally wrong to be from the woman he'd known. Y/N wouldn't ever kill in cold blood. Wouldn't off someone simply for attempting to mug her.

But you had. Without even blinking. You simply took out your gun from the back of your jeans. Shot twice, causing the kid to fall to the ground. Picking up the bag, you slung it over your shoulders. Another bullet was slung, this time to the skull, before you walked away. Tucking the gun away. Only to find yourself stopped by Dean in the alley.

The Y/N he knew always cried after a hunt. After any kind of kill. His lifestyle had been necessary to you at the time, but taking a life had never come natural. If anyone had known that, it was Dean. You'd turned to him from the beginning. All the way until the day he'd shoved you away. Trying to protect you. Failing miserably from the look of things.

“Well, well, well.” Your head tilted to the side. Inspecting him as though he were a bug. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Your lips kicked up humorlessly. “One of the great Winchester Duo paying little ole me mind again. What an honor.” The sarcasm might have made him flinch in his original state, but he was able to withhold in his newer form- barely.

“Happened to be walking this way, on a job.” He wasn't lying. Not completely, anyway.

Crowley had directed him that way. Promising that he'd have a kill ready for Dean. A means to keep the Mark under control. Even as a demon, the need to shed blood was fixed into his very being thanks to the raised scar etched into this forearm.

Once, you'd been repulsed, and even scared, of how easily Dean had lifted the gun and fired. He had gotten to the point where he barely blinked as a human, much less as a Knight of Hell. And yet, he couldn't help but to wonder what had taken the light out of your eyes. The guilt out of your head. What had turned you into him.

“I see you found her.” Crowley's low voice called out, in a way that should have sent chills up your spine. Instead, your lips pulled up even wider.

“You're working with the King of Hell?” You chuckled darkly. Losing what bit of tension there'd been in your shoulders. “Man, I've missed out on a lot. When did you become his bitch, Dean?”

“I'm not his bitch,” He bit out. His eyes flashing black under the alley light. Expecting you to shiver in revulsion.

“Even better.” Your smile fell a bit, but your face didn't lose that off feel to it. As if you were possessed. Or, maybe even under a spell. “You became his slave, instead.”

“I'm no one's slave, Y/N.” His words echoed another past memory.

“I'm scared, Dean.” You'd swallowed tightly, looking into his green eyes. Scared wasn't enough to cover it. You were petrified. A dead man could see it.

“Why?” If he was able, he'd fight off every one of your fears. Kill them before they could even begin to form.

“Because you're changing.” You whispered brokenly. The sound ripped at his chest. “You're becoming a...a slave. To this life. The guilt. Your fear... And I can't do anything...just sit by and watch.”

“I'm not a slave to anyone.” He'd bit out. Pride winning out against the urge to protect. “Or, anything. We'll be fine, Y/N. We always are.”

“Funny.” You snorted. Drawing him back to the present. “I've heard that before,” Your mind had traveled to the same place. “And, yet, here we are.”

“Yes,” Crowley had been watching the exchange curiously, “here we are. Eloquent words, darling.”

“I try,” Tilting your head mockingly, you got to the meat of the situation. Clearly not wanting to be bothered. Particularly by them. “What do you want with me?”

“It would seem that you're part of a contract that went wrong-”

“Oh, yeah.” A false, heavy sigh left your lips. “I almost forgot about that.” Dean's gaze turned back to his fellow demon for a moment. Attempting to piece together what was happening. “Thanks, by the way. Really loved having a hell hound come after me.” You pinched your index finger to your thumb in an approving gesture. “It only got better with the small hoard of demons you sent on my ass.”

“Such sass-”

“I was nicer before I lost my soul. Forgive me for my lack of manners. I seem to have trouble feeling these days.” Coldness seeped from your lips. A weapon honed by the attacks.

“You're soulless?” Understanding swam through him. Why, although you were so different, you were still so familiar.

The way you moved. How you detached. An empty eeriness clung to your features. It was completely unnatural. As if you were his brother when he'd come back from hell. Broken. Missing a large part of what made you, you.

“It's not as awful as it sounds.” You ran your tongue over your teeth as you glared at the superior demon in front of you. “Actually, I like it. A lot.” Your fingers twitched back to your weapon, “which is why I don't want it back. The only thing I want is to be left alone.”

“The contract isn't complete-”

“It wasn't my contract.” You cut him off, sneering. The tension lining your body. Prepared to fight to keep yourself destitute. “So, not my problem.”

“But, it is ours.” The shorter man hissed while snapping his fingers. Sending your body flying through the air until it connected against the brick. Your skull cracked with enough force to knock you out. But, you'd live. After all, you were there for a reason. “All yours.” Crowley motioned at Dean. Signaling that you'd be his kill.

“Why her?” Dean narrowed his eyes. Taking in the shameless king in front of him. Resisting the desire to step between him and your lifeless body.

When he'd turned, he hadn't become the usual demon. Bits that hadn't quite died off when Metatron stabbed a blade into Dean's body made themselves known on a regular basis. Killing Lester rather than the wife had only been the most recent offense.

The king of the underworld not only needed the job finished, but he needed that almost human part of Dean gone. Wanted the obstinate side of him to crumble. If Dean killed you? The woman he'd loved at one point- if not always...the problematic demon would morph. He'd be the perfect side kick.

“I believe that you already know the answer to that question, Dean-o.” Crowley quipped, following the movement of the green that had reappeared. Seeing the hesitation, and the connection being made. “You're almost to your full potential. There's just a smidge that needs fixed to get you there. This will make everything right.” His eyes were slightly crazed, as if he needed this. “It feels good, right? To continue to be a demon. To not be riddled with those pesky emotions. Fear. Guilt. Love. To do what you want, when you want, without being held back. Without consequence.”

“You're right.” Dean's jaw clenched lightly. The first blade came out of his denim jacket, and into his hand. “I am a demon.” His lips pulled up into a twisted smile of his own. Growing confident in his decision. “I feel nothing. I can do what I want, when I want.” Crowley backed away as Dean stepped between you two. His back facing your body. “And, I'll kill you before I kill her.”

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“Dean?” Your head should have hurt far worse than the dull ache given the amount of blood you could see smeared onto the pillow and sheets in the mirror above the bed as you squinted up. But, that was nothing new. You'd been that way for weeks. “Where the hell are we?”

He'd been pacing by the window when you'd woken up. Completely ignorant to your eyes opening. You turned his way, watching the way he moved.

His hand wrecked his hair over and over again. The jacket was gone, thrown onto the table with a blade made from a large jaw bone resting atop of it. Red flannel was tossed over a black t-shirt. Even as a demon, he had to layer up. If you could have felt amused, you would have.

“I'm not telling you.” His eyes flashed back in warning. As if that would matter to you. “You're a problem for me, Y/N. Always have been. Now? You fucked this up, too.”

“Oh, yes... Let's blame the soulless girl who's been back into the equation for five minutes.” Your eyes rolled heavily as you got to your feet to stretch. “Your problems came from your own hands, Winchester. The minute you sold yourself for Sam, it was over. I was the one unwillingly pulled into the fray.”

“Watch it.” The green was gone for a longer period this time. His anger showing in another snarl. “Go too far? That blade will land in your throat.”

“If you were going to do it, you would have already.” That devilish smirk crossed your lips. So certain now that emotion didn't rule you. “I've been out of your life for years, Dean. It should have been simple. Especially since you're sporting the Mark of Caine.” Your eyes landed on the reddened flesh. Too well versed to not recognize the symbol. “Take it this is the first blade?” You walked over to the weapon. Dried blood coated the yellowed, aged, bone. “You actually cut Crowley with this? To get me out of there?” Your brows rose as the weapon twisted in your hands. Mind churning as you inspected the rusted flakes clinging to it. “How sweet... I suppose you want paid back... the usual good enough?” Dean liked sex. That was no secret. He'd accepted more than his fair share from women he'd saved back in the day. His full lips pulled down into a deadly frown at your words. No doubt second guessing the decision to keep you alive. “Oh, lighten up.” Your eyes rolled at his grumpiness.

He'd be lying if he said that the offer wasn't appealing. Demonhood hadn't diminished his sexual appetites. If anything, they'd only grown stronger. Everything carnal expanding inside of him. However, he had bigger things to focus on. He'd nearly offed the King of Hell. Other demons would be on his ass sooner than later.

“You have any idea how you ended up in a contract?” Finding out who'd asked for your soul to get collected was the first step. That was about as far as he'd gotten.

“No clue.” Your finger was pricked by the point of the knife before you set it down. You sucked at the irony liquid out of habit. Grinning lightly at the way Dean's eyes followed the action. “I don't even really think one exists.” You finally stated, licking your lip clean of the rust flavored spot that had landed on it.

“You think he was trying to manipulate me?” He didn't seem surprised. Furious enough to have ignored the dart of your tongue.

It should have seemed odd to you. Dean with black eyes. The Winchester embracing the bad rather than the good. Not attempting to fight it anymore. But, you took it in stride. It was amazing how simple of a task it was when you didn't have any worries left.

“Tell me it doesn't make sense.” He couldn't. You knew it. “And you're just going to take that laying down?”

“He has an army of demons at his disposal. I just have me.” You looked at him expectantly while pointing to yourself. A grunt of acknowledgment left him. “And, you. But, that'll only last as long as he holds onto your soul.”

“Good point.” You pursed your lips. It was your turn to pace. Self preservation being the only thing you had left. “So, what're you planning to do about it?”

“You think I'm going to run.” He heard it in your voice. His pride hadn't been damaged by death. It rose its venomous head as you shrugged, pretending that wasn't what you were thinking. “So, what do you think I should do? After all, you seem to have it all figured out..” He plopped to the bed, looking at you expectantly. Daring you to come up with a better idea. Mocking you with his words. Still so similar to the man he'd been.

A low hum left you. Your eyes turned out to the window. Gazing at the world beyond as you moved. When it finally came together, you turned your head his way.

“You stopped the Apocalypse. You destroyed the Leviathans. And who knows what else since I've been gone.” Your pacing turned into more of a prowl until your hands rested on his shoulder. His eyes turned black immediately, again. You weren't sure if it was in response to your touch, or out of distrust. But, neither stopped you. “That was as a human. As a demon? I think you could take over Hell, and take all of the power for yourself.”

That caught his interest, “Yeah?”

“Let's face it, Dean.” Your lips brushed against his ear as you sat down on his lap. Drawing forth a low shiver. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you got to work. “Most demons know your name. They fear it.” Your hand brushed over the hair by his ear as you leaned back to look into his eyes. Staring into the bleakness. “You could have killed Crowley today. Easily.” He was too well trained not to be able to. “I know it. You know it. And, I'm sure he does.” Your lips curled up deviously. Setting the bait. “You've earned the crown, already.”

“And what's in it for you?” His eyes narrowed distrustfully. Knowing there was a catch. That no one, even those without a soul, came without a price.

“Besides you? And protection?” You shrugged nonchalantly. As if it meant nothing, “I rule by your side.”

“And here I thought demons were the power hungry ones.” His blackened eyes searched yours as you leaned forward.

“We soulless people have drives, too.” Your lips brushed against his lightly as you talked, making his breath hitch. “I want to live. I want to be safe. Unchallenged. I want to feel powerful for once in my pathetic life.” Your tongue wet your lips, grazing against his in the process. “And, this? This is how I can get all of that. You and your body are just a hell of a perk.”

“And your soul?” The million dollar question.

“I want it locked away.” There wasn't a moment of hesitation. “I meant what I said earlier. I don't want it back.” The almost empty E/C eyes searched his warily. The next question would determine everything. “And, your demonism?”

“It's me.” He answered gruffly. As if it was insulting you'd bothered to ask. “I don't want cured. I don't want to go back.” His dark smile made your lips kick back up. “I love this disease.”

“So, we have a deal?” Your grin grew. It was oddly chilling to Dean, even in his form. But, that didn't stop him from nodding. “Where you're a demon, does that mean we kiss on it?”

“Something this big, it takes a lot more than a kiss to seal it.” His raspy tone made your body break out in goosebumps. Your emotions may not have been there, but his words alone felt like a caress to your skin. As if your senses were amplified in those regards.

“Better get to work then,” Your lips met his as he pulled you down onto the bed. Signing over everything to you.

Forever: @dean-winchesters-bacon @supernaturalginger

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ao3feed-destiel · 5 years

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Bring on the Heat

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/37kiwtA

by MashiarasDream

Having the pups in short succession, it’s been a while since Dean’s had a full heat, and it’s definitely the first time since they’ve chosen permanent means of contraception. But if they had any apprehension about that changing things, they wouldn’t have needed to worry.

Words: 15080, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 20 of Yours!verse

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak, Gabriel/Balthazar

Additional Tags: AU, a/b/o dynamics, alpha!cas, omega!dean, Omega!Gabriel, Alpha!Balthazar, Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Cain, Alpha!Eileen, Alpha!Ezekiel, Omega!Adam, alpha!michael, omega!claire, Alpha!Kaia, established relationships - Freeform, heat - Freeform, marking each other, smut with feelings, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Plot What Plot

Link: https://ift.tt/37kiwtA

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

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voices-ringing-out · 4 years

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@evilsded said, “ don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that. ”

At first, Dean didn’t reply, instead absentmindedly reaching for the mark seared into his arm, pressing a finger against it and tracing the scar-like shape of it, unresponsive to the faint burning pain it caused to do so. Even now, he could feel the darkness deep inside of him, the urge to kill and maim or he would never be satisfied - even now, a voice somewhere within him whispered to him that he should slaughter Ash.

The thought made him sick, two separate parts of his mind and soul at war, and one was significantly stronger... that was why he needed to get far, far away from the people he loved. He didn’t want to kill innocents, but that would be far less guilt than cutting down those closest to him. It wouldn’t be safe to hunt for a cure or a solution while Sam, Ash, and Castiel were anywhere near him.

“No.” Dean took a step back, forcing himself to meet Ash’s eyes. “It has nothing to do with who I am right now, but who I’m gonna become.” He yanked his shirt sleeve up, showing the mark to Ash. “There’s no just ‘say no’ solution for this. It’s gonna get harder and harder to ignore the urge to kill, and I do not want you to fall victim to that. I may not be a monster now, but I sure as hell am gonna be. Maybe sooner than any of us think.”

He hated this. He wanted nothing more to wrap his arms around Ash, because fuck, he needed that grounding, soothing energy right now but the constant fear of hurting the other - growing stronger with every second - kept him from doing so. “Please. Ash. I can’t let you or Sam or even Cas come with me. Not if I want you to stay safe.”

#rp #dean winchester > threads #dean winchester connections > ash williams #dean winchester verse > mark of cain #interactions > evilsded #sorry if this isnt what you were looking for exactly but someone mentioned mark of cain dean on the dash a while ago #and that's all i could think about #also i just had to repost this because the last one got 'under review bc it might violate guidelines'#it was just an icon of the mark of cain............... i guess they thought it looked like a dick or something who fuckin knows

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vampire-in-a-trench-coat · 4 years

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Q: How are Game of Survival and A Drop in the Ocean doing?

Chapter 9 of Game of Survival is currently at 3.7k words, and it’s still at the very early stages of drafting/writing, but I’ve got the entire thing outlined and planned out already. It’s a very exciting chapter—and it has a pretty good amount of angst in it as well. Also, I’ve got two scenes written in advance for chapter 10, which is nice. I’m very excited about the next few chapters, especially chapter 12. It’s an important one. 😉

Also, I had this little breakthrough last week about one of the storylines for Game of Survival that I’d been wrestling with for a few of months now, and I finally figured out how to make something work, so that was super nice. :)

Chapter 30 of A Drop in the Ocean is currently at 4.3k words, so it’s also at the very early stages of drafting/writing, but it’s also entirely planned out and outlined. We’re getting pretty close to getting the Mark of Cain off of Dean, so that’s pretty exciting. 😊

Right now I’m trying to figure out whether or not I’m gonna write seasons 14 and 15 into the story. I’ve already outlined everything that I’ll either keep in the story or cut out of it from seasons 11-13, but I need to decide whether or not I’ll make Chuck go full psycho, before I get too far into season 11, because that’ll change things. The way they did it in canon (with Jack being the catalyst to Chuck snapping) won’t work for me, so I’m still not sure if I’m gonna go down that route or not. I have a possible solution for that, but... well, I haven’t decided if I really want to take that leap yet.

Honestly, though, I haven’t written much for either of those stories over the past couple of weeks, because I’ve been trying to finish writing the next chapter of Coming Home. I’m hoping to finish drafting that one sometime this week, so that I can start editing it over the weekend, and then I can focus on drafting the next chapters of my other stories.

But I’ve got the next chapters for those two entirely planned out in detail, so it shouldn’t take too long to write them! Also, out of those two, my guess right now is that Game of Survival will probably get updated first, then A Drop in the Ocean will be next.

Q: Will the baby have wings in A Drop in the Ocean?

Yes! The baby will have a pair of adorable, fluffy little wings. 😍 I just haven’t decided what color their feathers will be yet, though.

Q: What’s a WIP?

A Work In Progress! Meaning—the multi-chapter fics that I’m working on right now, which at the moment are A Drop in the Ocean, Game of Survival, Coming Home, Love Me Like You Do and When It All Falls Down.

In reply to psychicwildlifeartworkwobbler

A Drop in the Ocean (AO3)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Chapters: 29/?

Word Count: ~871k words (WIP)

Relevant Tags: Destiel, Canon!verse, Mpreg, Pregnant Dean, Wingfic

Summary:

Set after 10x10, "The Hunter Games".

Game of Survival (AO3)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Chapters: 8/?

Word Count: ~225k words (WIP)

Relevant Tags: Destiel, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Hunters, No Apocalypse, Creature Castiel, Creature Dean Winchester, Vampires, Werewolves, Hybrids

Summary:

For years, life was simple. Saving people, hunting things—the family business. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded, of course, but it wasn’t complicated, either. Monsters killed people, and Dean killed monsters—simple as that.

Only one day, that changed. All it took was one second, just a fleeting moment of distraction during a hunt, for Dean to lose everything he’d ever had, for him to become a cursed creature like the ones he’d spent so many years of his life trying to rid this world of.

But perhaps that’s not such a bad thing, after all.

~Vamps ♥️

#vamps answers #destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #destiel fic rec #deancas #deancas fic rec #deancas fic #A Drop in the Ocean Destiel fic #Game of Survival Destiel fic #Coming Home Destiel fic

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sharkfish · 6 years

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my favorite destiel fics under 10k

hello enjoy!! there’s a bunch so they’re under the cut. :) a couple are dcj which is noted after the title!

don’t forget to kudos & comment!!!

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

Words: 7,606

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

Aloft by VioletHaze

Words: 5,271

Despite his bravado walking in, he can’t quite bring himself to sit on Cas’s actual bed, but he stands near the foot of it and takes a long pull of his beer. In silent satisfaction, he watches Cas watch him lick the beer off his upper lip.

From past experience, this should be when Cas strides forward and Dean pretends to let him take charge. For whatever reason, though, that’s not happening. If anything, Cas seems to have put a little extra space between them.

“Dean, about today,” Cas begins and Jesus Christ when he said he wanted to talk he actually wanted to talk.

Dean feels the embarrassment at being so far off base twist at his gut. The bottle he was holding loosely in his hand is now clenched in his fist as he makes for the door. “We are not doing this.”

He’s stopped in his tracks when his vision goes black, disorienting him. It takes a second or two to realize it isn’t the black of darkness or unconsciousness, but a deep iridescent black of feathers and wings.

A moving sea. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,356

It’s a pretty song but just too fucking sad, even if he doesn’t catch all the words, so Dean reaches out to change it. But Castiel’s hand meets his halfway, startles him into pulling back. He glances over and sees Castiel’s eyes watching him, glittering a little in the light from the dash. He wasn’t sleeping at all. “I like this one,” Castiel says. “Do you mind?”

"No," says Dean, and leaves it. Castiel twines their fingers together and they stay like that for the next dozen miles.

Angel-Mine by relucant @relucant

Words: 4,274

Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."

Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"

"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.

"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 3,036

Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Words: 2,334

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

As Long as you Like by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,626

A few months after Cas finally comes home to Dean, the two have settled in comfortably together. It's only after a botched date that Dean starts to worry he might not understand what Cas needs.

Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities

Words: 8,540

But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.

“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”

Dean chokes on his burger.

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 5,073

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.

“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons

Words: 6,118

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards."

Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

Curriculum vitae by cadignan

Words: 2,875

Curriculum vitae, n. A short account of one's career and qualifications. From Latin "course of (one's) life."

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 1,402

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

"In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas' left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU'RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Days With You by omgbubblesomg @omgbubblesomg

Words: 3,212

Dean’s almost tragically offended when he moves into a new apartment and despite his absolute best efforts he can’t win more than a smile from his devastatingly handsome neighbour.

Every Last First by Areiton @areiton

Words: 1,514

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.

Now, he was simply everything.

For Science by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,105

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

Freeze Frame by surlybobbies

Words: 4,998

Dean's got about two minutes before Cas comes back, which is more than mildly inconvenient because Dean's just found out Cas is in love with him.

Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) byAnnie D (scaramouche)

Words: 6,201

Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

He Came in Through the Bedroom Window by betts

Words: 4,725

Close to every day of every summer, Cas climbs into Dean’s room immediately after he wakes up.

He Woke Me Up Again by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 7,642

Castiel is injured at the studio, giving him and Dean time to work through their newly forming relationship.

If I Run by Anonymous

Words: 4,365

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."

***

Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

Inhuman by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 2,098

Dean has learned that sex is different when there's an angel involved.

Just After, But Before by cymbalism

Words: 8,712

Just after Purgatory, but before whatever's next, Dean has a broken angel to put back together.

Just like honey. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,505

"Dean," Cas says. His hand is still flat against Dean's heart. "I've been- will you do something for me?"

"Sure," Dean says. He doesn't even have to think about it. Cas's eyes are starring over, gleaming at the edges with the faintest track of unshed tears, even though he's smiling again. Dean's never actually seen him cry: happy, stubborn, tireless Castiel and his bees and guacamole and perfect coffee and perpetually bare feet, Cas, Dean's hardy dandelion blooming in the middle of the sidewalk. Dean would do literally anything he asked right now, jump off a cliff or ford a river, hand to hand combat with a mountain lion, an eight-course dinner with all Cas's jerkoff fundamentalist relatives. Dean would learn Esperanto or become a bonds trader, whatever the fuck that is. Dean would die for him. Dean would do it smiling.

"Marry me," Cas says.

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic @fanforfanatic

Words: 3,299

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he's already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

La cucina. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,962

Dean turns around and Castiel is picking through the jars, turning them over carefully to read the labels, totally engrossed. Dean watches him.

"Is there," Dean says, "uh, anything in there you like?" Castiel looks up at him and then back at the apples, sitting in a basket on the counter in their golden skins, ripe and pretty. Castiel smiles up at Dean.

Like a Parched Land by Las

Words: 8,676

Written for the following prompt: "Reverse!verse: Castiel is the Righteous Man and Dean is the angel who drags his ass out of Hell." This is an AU version of episodes 5x01 through 5x03.

Long Nights in Cold Months by pyrebi

Words: 2,344

When you're an insomniac, you get used to the "what the hell are you doing up, man?" look. Dean just hopes the guy who's stocking the shelves will stop giving it to him long enough to help him find some damn pineapple.

Love, Take Your Toll by aileenrose

Words: 8,724

Cas sees hundreds of faces every day, but there's only one that he really cares about.

Movie Night by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,683

Dean invites his friends over so that they can gangbang Cas, and fun times were had by all.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

Words: 2,542

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,521

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why."

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,591

"The dating thing?" Dean frowns. "Online dating is for weirdos. Robots. Dudes hanging out in their basements."

"You hang out in your basement."

"I have an air hockey table down there,” Dean says, icily.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Words: 4,899

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel's awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby's personal space, or Sam's. Why is Dean different? Maybe there's something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,062

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean's definitely rethinking that opinion.

Perfect Symmetry by FPwoper (dcj) @fpwoper

Words: 1,447

In which Dean gets drunk and gets lucky. With twins.

Petals by Morethancupcake

Words: 1,745

"He tells him about the bet, about how Ash had pointed Castiel out and had said "Fifty bucks none of you can't have him." Dean doesn't tell him the insults, but Castiel can guess them, all of them. They all probably laughed at how awkward he was, how out of place. How wrong."

Dean tells him about the bet. In the morning, Castiel is gone.

Physics can wait by museaway @museaway

Words: 1,654

Dean doesn’t want a tutor, especially not some kid his age in a tan sweater with a tie and a freaking button-down, but his mom insisted.

Pink by museaway @museaway

Words: 7,651

After a chance encounter at Lawrence Laundromat (at 3am, no less), Castiel is enthralled with his memory of a man in dusty jeans and a plain t-shirt with a pair of panties in his laundry basket. So Charlie Bradbury (aka Castiel's Former Best Friend) places a "missed connections" ad on his behalf, because that's what friends are for.

Queer by SeashellDestihell

Words: 1,948

A collection of times Dean encounters the word queer.

Release by lovegonestale

Words: 2,504

"Dean refuses to acknowledge his affection/lust for Castiel which backfires horridly when an angel/monster/witch strips Dean of his control and leaves only the basic instincts. The animal inside Dean wants Castiel, wants him under him, submitting, his mate/bitch and he'll do whatever he needs to get that."

Sharing Hands by almaasi

Dean feels something strange when he touches himself, and realises Cas has been using him as a vessel ever since he came back from Purgatory.

Shopping with Castiel by Anonymous

Words: 2,126

Dean takes Castiel shopping, and the tension is just too much to handle.

Show Me by relucant @relucant

Words: 3,069

“Huh,” Dean said again. He paused for a moment, then blurted, “Do you think you could show me?” Cas’ eyes widened, but before he could respond, Dean continued in a rush, “Like, um, a porn or something? I mean, just to, like – oh, God, never mind.” He dropped his head into his hands, the tips of his ears bright red.

It wouldn’t be the first time their decade-long friendship had gone a little beyond PG-ratings, between curious middle-school jerkoffs over the pilfered Playboys from Dean’s hidden stash to some drunken high school party games that maybe got a little more handsy than necessary. But they were seniors in college now, and Cas’ attraction to Dean had acquired a weight it hadn’t had as teenagers, and he was pretty sure watching gay porn together was a bad way to fuel that fire.

“Okay,” he said, before his mouth caught up to his dick.

Dean jerked his head up. “What?” he said stupidly.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

Words: 2,891

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That's it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

Words: 1,991

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant @relucant

Words: 3,544

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme @remmyme

Words: 3,912

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago: “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak

Words: 3,976

It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.

Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow

Words: 8,111

“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?”

“Well, you, ideally.”

Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!”

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Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Words: 2,532

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The First Thing by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 2,609

Dean figures out what he wants.

The Occasional Sentimentality by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,512

Dean has the Winchester business, Castiel is an independent contractor, their penchant for violence is something they have in common. For eight months they've been meeting off and on for brief yet intense encounters, but like all things, it can't stay that way forever.

The One Thing You Can't Lose by MajorEnglishEsquire

Words: 4,955

You know what I like a lot? The thought that Dean can just tug Cas anywhere at any time and Cas, who can lift tons without effort, who can demolish things with the light of his grace, who has battled and gone to war, has defended and broken, will just let Dean do it.

The Samhain Trials by jemariel @jemariel

Words 8,068

On Samhain night, the veil is thin, not only between the spirit world and our own, but between humankind and their inner natures.

Every year, the hunt is run. Alphas and omegas brave the woods in search of glory and passion. Every year, Dean Winchester comes out alone. The soulbrand on his neck means that he has a True Mate, and what should be a blessing has only been a curse.

He hopes, and he waits, and this year his soulbrand has been itching as if it were newly risen.

It's nearly sundown.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester @cineastette

Words: 1,938

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

through hardships to the stars by museaway @museaway

Words: 4,554

Cas showed up at Dean’s apartment six minutes before midnight with a six-pack of Ad Astra under his arm and Interstellar on blu-ray.

Times Two by relucant (dcj) @relucant

Words: 5,416

[10:50] From: Charlie

So did you find Mr. Sex Hair?

[10:51] To: Charlie

actually yeah. and dude -- there's TWO of them

[10:51] From: Charlie

… How drunk are you?

[10:52] To: Charlie

im not!

[10:52] To: Charlie

ok im lying, i am a little

[10:53] To: Charlie

but srsly, they're twins. and ofc i accosted the wrong twin abt the pic

[10:55] From: Charlie

Oh my God. Your life is a fanfic.

[10:56] From: Charlie

So… Dean-sandwich on the menu then?

To be Alone with You by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,248

Castiel needs a model for his new sculpture project, and Dean Winchester sounds perfect for the job.

Tush by Sales Associate Steve (Stiney) @salesassociatesteve

Words: 5,359

Dean's still not exactly clear how he got here, but it's not so bad, actually, it's pretty awesome modeling panties on Tumblr.

Unfocused, Blissed Out by jemariel (dcj) @jemariel

Words: 1,818

“You’re both so beautiful,” Cas finds himself saying.

Jimmy laughs a high snort of a laugh. “Whatever you say, asshole.”

Dean slaps him lightly on the shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, jerk.”

But Cas just settles deeper into the pillows and around his lovers, smiling and content.

We Will Touch Our Feet Together by cadignan

Words: 7,388

Go to one hour’s worth of paid cuddling—touch therapy, whatever—and end up with a pothead moping on your couch, talking about kinky sex.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken

Words: 2,964

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

You Deserve This by beansprean

Words: 2,190

Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.

#destiel #recs #sharkrecs #under 10k #sharklists

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AU List

at least the base ones [Brief Description]

this got long during the rewrite so it’s under a Readmore

Collecting Angels

Sam + Dean pretty much just collect angels as they appear. Unknown WHY

Different Archangels

Michael + Lucifer aren’t archangels

they Fall and are born as Winchester’s

Sam and Dean are angels

the Archangels are: Israfel, Uriel, Haniel and Anael

Israfel (Oldest and the Healer) also takes Lucifer’s place as Devil

Uriel (Second and Warrior)

Haniel (Third and Scientist a.k.a Lucifer’s previous role)

Anael (Fourth and Herald) Runaway. Also, I had way before Anael showed up on the show, decided Anna’s name was Anael so that’s who I mean

Hell Swap

no, I don’t know why it’s called this.

Dean + Sam are angels.

but the Winchester’s are replaced by the Mullens, that being Abaddon and Colette Mullen :)

It’s kind of just so I can have an Abaddon/Ella ship

Israfel Rebels

Minor AU, Israfel joins the Rebellion but ends up leaving them as well

Main

its a Time Travel of Canon with the addition of a mad scientist lesbian angel who changes shit a.k.a Israfel

Partial Different Archangels

Mashup of Different Archangels and Role Swap

Michael, Lucifer, Israfel, and Uriel are the Archangels

Michael takes the Mark and becomes the Devil, but Lucifer looks at his options of: Kill Michael and Cage Michael and he makes a third option of: Cut both our Graces out and Fall. eventually they are born as the Righteous Man (Lucifer) and Boy King (Michael).

Israfel is the Runaway in Gabriel’s place

Quad Swap

Angels are human, Humans are Angels

Diniel (Dean), Samael (Sam), Cain, and Abel are the Archangels

Dean -> Michael (Warrior)

Sam -> Lucifer (Scientist/Morning Star)

Cain -> Raphael (Healer)

Abel -> Gabriel (Herald / Runaway)

Abaddon and Colette are the twin children of Eden with Abaddon taking the Mark second

Reverse Fridge

its basically just Mary lives instead of John. That’s all I got for it

Reverse Verse

you know the drill, it’s Cas + Gabriel swapping places with Sam + Dean, right?

NOPE!

Because I’m stuck on Israfel and Uriel, those two swap places with Sam + Dean.

Sam <-> Israfel

Dean <-> Uriel

with Adam <-> Samandriel

Role Swap

my BABY!

Basically, Michael and Lucifer swap places, with Michael taking the Mark and eventually becoming the Devil

Sam still goes to College and meets Jess, but he’s the Righteous Man in Dean’s place and doesn’t have the psychic powers.

Dean is the Boy King of Hell and Michael’s vessel. He’s got the psychic powers and because he’s never met Jess when he goes to get Sam, he kind of freaks out because he’s been having nightmares about this woman he’s never met but she’s his brother’s girlfriend. So, Jess lives!

Cas is (at this point in my writing) not a huge player. Sam is not pulled from Hell by Cas, instead he’s pulled out by an angel named Israfel who’s got her own problems with Heaven and is far more bitter and flat-out deserted Heaven during the Rebellion to wander Earth.

A lot of people who originally died in canon don’t die here. I’m trying to have more of a focus on choices and the consequences of making those choices for this story.

Second Born

:) :) I had the idea for this one while starting the idea for Twin Marks.

Basically, the second child takes the burden. The burden in this case (at least to begin with) is the Mark. Lucifer first takes it and then gives it to Abel. So Abel’s a bigger player in this AU. If it ever gets that far, then Sam would have taken the Mark as well.

Twin Marks

MURDER SIBLINGS :D

Or: Sam and Dean have a lot of similarities with Cain and Abel.

Basically, Cain and Abel BOTH take the Mark and it’s mayhem :)

Their motto is basically “We go together or not at all.”

Twin Marks Dumpster Fire

Subset of Generic Twin Marks AU because

what if instead of JUST Cain and Abel taking the Mark, Michael and Lucifer both took it and then passed it onto them.

I really just wanted to make the WORST timeline possible and voila!

I don’t have much for this sadly because it’s horrible and I love it, but also aggravating to try and figure out. Like, if both Michael + Lucifer are the Devil, and Sam + Dean are their true vessels, WHO is the Righteous Man? Who is/are the archangel(s) who fight the Devil? Because Raphael is the Healer and DOES NOT want to kill their siblings, and Gabriel ran away.

Twin Souls

more Murder Siblings :D

or:

Abel says “Hey, Cain, you wanna be a self-sacrificing dumbass, fine. But I’m coming with you. We go together.” and Abel’s soul attaches onto Cain and BAM, Cain now has his twin brother sticking around being bitchy at him and Lucifer.

Twin Swap

Sam + Dean swap places with Abel + Cain

meaning Sam + Dean are the twin sons of Eden, Dean taking the Mark and becoming the first Knight of Hell.

Bonus! Emma is a Demon Amazon hybrid because I love her <3

Abel <-> Sam

Cain <-> Dean

Anael (Anna) doesn’t Fall here and is the one to pull Cain out of Hell. Raziel Falls in Anna’s place.

And these base AU’s can more or less be smushed together to make a new one.

I made a psuedo-template for quick notes of what happens

AU Name

Archangels:

[Oldest] (Role)

[Second] (Role)

[Third] (Role)

[Fourth] (Role)

[Who] Falls

First Bearer of the Mark

Devil

Twin Children of Eden

[Oldest]

[Youngest]

[Who] takes the Mark second

[Who] is killed and [who] attempts to resurrect them [Who] is the Righteous Man/Woman

Host of the Commander of Heaven’s Army

[Who] is the Boy/Girl King of Hell

Host of the Devil

[Who] raises the Righteous Man/Woman from Hell

EXAMPLES:

Role Swap - Reverse Verse

Archangels:

Michael (Warrior)

Lucifer (Scientist)

Raphael (Healer)

Delilah (Herald) (Runaway)

Michael Falls

First Bearer of the Mark

Devil

Twin Children of Eden

Cain

Abel

Cain takes the Mark second

Abel is killed and Samael [Sam] attempts to resurrect them

Israfel Winchester is the Righteous Woman

Host of the Commander of Heaven’s Army

Uriel Winchester is the Boy King of Hell

Host of the Devil

Samael [Sam] raises the Righteous Woman from Hell

Quad Swap - Second Born

Archangels:

Diniel [Dean] (Warrior)

Samael [Sam] (Scientist)

Cain (Healer)

Abel (Herald) (Runaway)

Samael [Sam] Falls

First Bearer of the Mark

Devil

Twin Children of Eden

Abaddon

Colette

Colette takes the Mark second

Abaddon is killed and Israfel attempts to resurrect them

Michael Winchester is the Righteous Man

Host of the Commander of Heaven’s Army Lucifer Winchester is the Boy King of Hell

Host of the Devil

Uriel raises the Righteous Man from Hell

Reverse Verse - Second Born

Archangels:

Michael (Warrior)

Lucifer (Scientist)

Raphael (Healer)

Delilah (Herald) (Runaway)

Lucifer Falls

First Bearer of the Mark

Devil

Twin Children of Eden

Cain

Abel

Abel takes the Mark second

Cain is killed and Samael [Sam] attempts to resurrect them Uriel Winchester is the Righteous Man

Host of the Commander of Heaven’s Army

Israfel Winchester is the Girl King of Hell

Host of the Devil

Diniel [Dean] raises the Righteous Man from Hell

Role Swap - Twin Marks - Twin Swap

Archangels:

Michael (Warrior)

Lucifer (Scientist)

Raphael (Healer)

Gabriel (Herald) (Runaway)

Michael Falls

First Bearer of the Mark

Devil

Twin Children of Eden

Dean

Sam

Dean & Sam take the Mark second

No one is killed and No one attempts to resurrect them

Abel is the Righteous Man

Host of the Commander of Heaven’s Army

Cain is the Boy King of Hell

Host of the Devil

Israfel raises the Righteous Man from Hell

and my personal favorite hot mess aka how convoluted can i make an AU name

Role Swap Reverse Verse Second Born Rebels Collecting Angels Reverse Fridge Quad Swap Twin Souls

8 AUs mashed together woW

i hate it so much

one i can actually see myself writing would be

Role Swap Reverse Verse Second Born Quad Swap Twin Souls

i refuse to elaborate at this time

Hmmm, maybe I should make separate posts for the ones I’m actually doing writing for... how many would that be *checks notes*

Okay list:

Main (Time Travel)

Different Archs

Different Archs Role Swap

Quad Swap

Reverse Verse

Reverse Verse Role Swap

Second Born

Twin Marks

Twin Marks Dumpster Fire

Twin Swap Different Archs

Role Swap

okay that’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I could do that!

#Masterlist #AU List

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