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good-things-do-happen-dean · 4 years

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I am actually terrible at prompts but for you I will try: Dean and Cas teach at the same school but no one knows they’re married because Cas was just hired a few months ago, and they don’t want people to think that’s the only reason he got the job; cue Benny incessantly flirting with Cas and trying to ask him out until Dean is forced to step in. The ending is up to you (;

[casually writes this one hundred years later] i love this prompt so much em, thank you for sending it 💖also, it’s me, so i think you can probably guess where the ending goes hahaha enjoy!!!

sweet like honey, sweet like molasses

“Mornin’, sunshine,” somebody drawls across the teachers’ lounge.

Dean doesn’t look up from the copier, until he hears Cas say “Good morning, Benny,” back to the somebody, and he nearly puts a crick in his neck from looking up so quickly because what the hell, that’s Dean’s line.

The somebody in question, Benny, apparently, is leaning back against the counter with the coffee maker, sipping from a steaming mug that says “Mornings suck” in red over a cartoon vampire. He’s a big guy, or, maybe he’s not actually. He’s shorter than Cas, but broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, with a neatly trimmed beard and bright blue eyes.

Dean turns his ring around his finger with his thumb, looking back at the growing stack of copies without really seeing them. They chat about Benny’s AP class maybe coming by the library next week to review research strategies for their upcoming project. Benny says something that makes Cas laugh, rich and low. And Dean finds he suddenly needs a fresh cup.

“Hey there,” he says, squeezing between Cas and Benny to get to the coffee pot. “Morning, Cas.” He doesn’t miss Cas rolling his eyes at him ever so briefly. “Don’t think we’ve had the pleasure,” he says to Benny, reaching out a hand. “I’m Dean Winchester, ninth and tenth grade English.”

Benny grins, and it spreads across his face all slow like honey, or molasses maybe, with that accent. Okay, Dean decides. Fine, he’s hot. Whatever.

“Benjamin Lafitte,” he says, shaking Dean’s hand. “But you can call me Benny. I’m the new Miss Kline while she’s on maternity leave.”

“I see you’ve met Mr. Novak, here,” Dean says, clapping Cas on the shoulder.

“Practically the first thing I did when I was hired.” Benny winks at Cas across Dean, who gives Cas’s shoulder a little squeeze. Only because he’s friendly, and definitely not because he’s possessive or jealous of this guy. Also definitely not to show off the simple silver band on his ring finger that wouldn’t mean anything to Benny anyway.

That’s the plan, after all, to keep their marriage private at school. They live out of the district, so it’s unlikely they’ll run into any students in line at the grocery store or the movie theater. Same for coworkers.

As far as almost everyone knows, the Winchester-Novaks are just Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak, work friends who hit it off pretty much immediately after Mr. Novak was hired. They get to work at the same time, but they drive separately.They have lunch together, but they eat in the teacher’s lounge instead of in Cas’s tiny office at the back of the library. Dean normally stops by the library at the end of his planning during fourth period, but that’s because he teaches English and the library is, well, where the books are. It’s not because he’s a sap who misses his husband an hour and a half after they’ve just eaten lunch together. Or, okay, it is that, but nobody else knows it.

“Would you look at the time,” Dean says at the sound of the first bell. He rinses out his mug, setting it upside down in the drying rack, before heading to the door. “Gotta beat the thundering hordes to the stairs.”

“Actually,” Benny says, “I’ve got planning first period. Mind if I swing by to pick your brain about that project, Cas?”

Dean turns to stare daggers into Benny’s broad back with one hand on the doorknob. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust Cas, of course he does, but there’s something about this Benny character that rubs him the wrong way.

“Dean?” Cas calls after him, just like he would at home from the garden or the kitchen to where Dean is working in the garage. Dean very nearly says, yeah, babe? but he catches himself just in time. “Your copies.”

Right.

***

Things continue on like that. Benny starts showing up at the same time as them, somehow casually overtaking them so he can hold the door open. He joins them in the teacher’s lounge before school for a cup of coffee and a chat. He sits with them at lunch. He pops his head into the library at the end of the day (when Dean is there during his planning) with a cheery “see ya tomorrow!” and a wink.

Benny asks them about places to go in town. Which coffee shop has the best cold brew, which one has the best atmosphere for getting work done, which one attracts the least students. Where’s the nearest place to fish, or would it be better to drive farther up the highway. What’s the deal with the weird owner of that bookstore on Main.

In the evenings, when Cas and Dean are stretched out on the couch, Cas with his legs draped over Dean’s lap while he reads, Dean using said legs as a slightly lopsided table to grade on., they talk about it, a little.

“He’s harmless,” Cas says. “And besides,” he folds himself up to sitting and presses a kiss to Dean’s temple. “I love you.”

Dean’s ninth graders may or may not get their essays back a day late after one such evening when the stack of papers he’s working on are unceremoniously dropped on the floor, and Dean hauls Cas up and fully into his lap for a while before they fall asleep curled together on the couch.

Soon enough, Dean even starts to maybe like the guy. A little. Not that they’re friends, or anything, but he doesn’t mind Benny so much, doesn’t mind the three of them being the three of them so much. Sure, he doesn’t love Benny staring at Cas over his mug like he hung the moon, or the gifts he starts bringing (“Made it outta that Metatron guy’s bookstore alive. Have you read this? I think you’d like it,” one day, a hearty loaf of homemade bread the next week), but it’s fine. They get along despite the shameless flirting.

Until all of a sudden, it’s been four and a half months and Miss Kline is due back next week. They’re sitting in the teacher’s lounge before school on a Friday at their usual table. Charlie, the computer skills teacher, Dean’s work wife, and the only person on staff besides Principal Singer who knows the truth, just popped in to show them pictures of the baby, little Jack, with his tuft of blond hair sticking straight up and his chubby cheeks.

“Well,” Benny says, leaning back in his chair. “End of the road.”

“We’ll miss you,” Cas says sincerely, reaching across the table to pat his arm.

“Don’t suppose,” Benny starts, looking right at Cas. “You’d wanna get a drink?”

“Okay,” Dean says because he’s finally had enough of this guy. “Look, dude, he’s taken.”

Benny looks at him and cocks his head like he doesn’t understand.

“A ring, I mean, come on, Cas is wearing a ring. A wedding ring.” Dean knows he’s almost definitely getting too loud because Cas’s other hand squeezes his thigh.

“Dean,” Cas says.

“And another thing -” Dean starts, but then he’s the one who doesn’t understand because Benny’s tipping his head back and laughing, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Cher,” Benny says, and Dean bristles at the pet name. A pet name, for his husband. The nerve of this guy. “You think I don’t know you two are together?”

Wait.

“You think,” Benny says, and leans forward in his chair, making direct eye contact with Dean. “I was only flirting with Mr. Novak here?”

“Uh,” Dean says, eloquently.

Benny raises an eyebrow, that same molasses grin spreading across his face. And then Cas is laughing, and Benny joins in, and, eventually, after he finishes thinking through the last four and a half months in a different light, so does Dean.

***

The other history teacher, Mildred, retires at the end of the school year. There’s a retirement party in the teacher’s lounge that’s also a welcome back Mr. Lafitte party.

When they come back in August, as far as almost everyone knows, the three of them are just Mr. Winchester, Mr. Novak, and Mr. Lafitte, work friends who really hit it off last spring when Ms. Kline was out. They used to drive separately, but now they carpool. They sometimes eat lunch in the teachers’ lounge with Charlie, but mostly they eat together crowded around the tiny desk in the tiny office at the back of the library. It works out that Benny and Dean have the same planning period, so they normally end up in the library at the end of the day, co-planning an interdisciplinary English and history unit with all sorts of supplementary materials that Cas helps them find.

And in the evenings, when they’re stretch out on the couch, Cas reading with his legs in Dean’s lap, his head against Benny’s shoulder, Dean and Benny grading on the matching lap desks Cas bought them at the beginning of the school year, they’ll catch each other’s eye over Cas’s head and grin, slow and sweet.

#contemplativepancakes #deancasbenny fanfic #destiny fanfic #and now back to our regularly scheduled fluff #i had so much fun writing this :)#also it is an apology for the one from earlier lmao #jealous!dean because he isn't paying enough attention #mine.fic #deancasbenny

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bijoharvelle · 4 years

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it’s the ‘dean definitely has ptsd’ deancasbenny thing i’ve been promising! just, like, soft domestic DCB. warnings: ptsd & anxiety related mutism, nightmares mentioned

Some days, Dean doesn’t talk. It’s the halfway point between won’t and can’t – Benny can never be sure which side it lingers closer to.

Either way, when Dean startles awake, eyes darting, the only noise he makes is the harsh push-pull of air through his chest. Benny chants a quiet, “Hey, hey…” and puts a hand through Dean’s hair. In the artificial predawn, Dean looks around like he expects to be alone, or expects to be somewhere else. Part of the kink in his spine soothes at Benny’s touch, but not all of it.

Between them, Cas sleeps like the dead. (On his own, the angel won’t stir for hours. Benny generally loiters in bed for an hour or so before getting up. He’s teased Cas and Dean about it before, says he has a whole day, practically, before either of them pull themselves awake.) Dean shivers, crushes himself further into Cas, closer to Benny.

The unfortunate thing with Dean’s life (with all of their lives) is that it could be any number of things. Hell coming back to haunt him? The time he spent locked away while Michael ran point? The time he spent fighting every minute to keep Michael cordoned off? Building his own water-proof coffin? That stretch of him as a demon? Any number of childhood traumas coming out to play? Knuckles painted with Sam’s blood, with Cas’s, with his own, Benny’s arterial spray Pollocking over his face? Frankly, Benny thinks they’re lucky it manifests as nothing more than a few days of selective mutism, a Dean that’s a little more touch-hungry than usual.

After a minute of Benny humming quietly, pretending it’s not to give Dean something solid to focus in on, Dean shifts. He carefully uncurls from Cas, levies his weight, fits himself between Benny’s legs and presses the whole of their chests together. Cas makes a snuffling noise into the pillow, adjusting to the loss of body heat, and Benny lays one big, warm hand directly center of Dean’s back. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

Dean hides his face into Benny’s shoulder and Benny lets him.

The better part of an hour passes that way.

Benny eventually climbs out of bed. By turns, he coaxes Dean to stay there a little longer and jostles Cas awake. The angel shoots him a look brimming with piss and vinegar until he clues into the way Dean is holding onto his wrists, the way Dean’s eyes won’t quite focus. Benny doesn’t amble out to the kitchen until Cas is fully alert and muttering Poco lyrics into the creases over Dean’s forehead. They share a look over the mussy peaks of Dean’s soft bedhead and Benny circles back to press his nose into Cas’s temple.

Sam makes an appearance about halfway through Benny’s breakfast preparations. He always, somehow, knows. Benny has tried to figure it out -- is it the weather or the cast of the moon or some shift in the atmosphere? But there’s nothing to track. Maybe it’s just from the puzzle-piecing of their families trauma, maybe it’s some pluck on the threads of their brotherly bond, maybe Dean feels it coming and gives Sam a heads-up. Either way, like always, Sam fusses with the coffee pot for a minute and then sighs, loosens the hinges of his shoulders and looks over to Benny.

“Is he okay?” he asks and his voice is rough and worn like he hasn’t gotten enough sleep, or has gotten too much (it’s a fine line for the younger Winchester).

Benny nods, whistles a low tone. Says, “He’s with Cas; he’s all right.”

Sam nods and gets through preparing the coffee. He watches a minute as Benny cooks, a little bleary around the edges. It’s not expectant, his gaze, but Benny shoves the first plate of food into Sam’s hand and directs him to sit down and eat it, before he collapses. Sam finds a genuine, if tired, smile at that and does as he’s told.

Not much later, Cas and Dean shuffle in, Dean following in Cas’s shadow, one hand just trailing along the hem of Cas’s flannel. Once they clear the threshold, though, Cas immediately goes for the coffee and Dean immediately goes for Benny.

“Heya, cher,” he greets low, putting a gentle hand to Dean’s waist, just for a moment. Behind them, Cas and Sam’s voices drone about translations they want to get done that day. Dean stays close -- his hair has been smoothed, by Cas’s hands if Benny had a guess. He tips a hand through the back of it and asks, “Would you get me some coffee?”

Dean does as he’s asked and when he hands a mug over to Benny, he has one for himself in his hands. He watches, silent and crowded into himself, as Benny finishes off two more plates. Handing them over to Dean, he tells him sternly, “One of those is for you, got it?” Dean nods, manages half a smile. He slinks to the table and slides one of the plates to Cas, comes back for his coffee, and then sits in front of the other.

Sam asks if Dean wants to help him and Cas with their research. Normally, it’s a question that doesn’t need asking -- of course Dean doesn’t want to help with research. Especially when they don’t have a case, when Sam and Cas are just doing their codexing, translating thing. But days like this, Dean is happy to have a place between his brother and his angel, specific tasks that he can see the other side of, that he can complete successfully. Getting coffee, delivering a plate of food, fetching books, looking up references.

So Dean just finds his brother’s eyes and nods and sets about eating his breakfast.

Superhuman strength means there isn’t much need for training, but the routine of it is close to meditation for Benny. He’s so far into his own mind, and Cas steps so softly, that Benny doesn’t notice Cas’s presence until he’s standing right next to his bench in what passes for the bunker’s weight room.

“Personal space,” Benny teases, a joke he wrung dry from Dean. Sitting up, he catches Cas between his knees and presses his face into the former-angel’s stomach. Cas keeps one hand on Benny’s shoulder, gentle, while the other tucks up through his hair.

“Where’re the Winchesters?” Benny asks, not pulling away so his voice is muffled. His arms tighten around Cas’s waist, holding him close so he can nose along the span of his torso, tip his face to trail toward his chest.

“Into town. One of the texts reminded Sam about strawberry rhubarb pie and they went to get ingredients.”

“Weren’t y’all reading about witchcraft?” Benny asks, leaning back to pass a quizzical look up.

Cas looks just as incredulous but it melts to a smile. “Yes. I stopped being surprised about their associations awhile back, though.”

Benny grins and nips playfully at Cas, getting more shirt than anything else. “Fair enough.” He lets Cas scritch fingers through his hair, sighing at how good it feels, how Cas goes against the grain. “How’s our boy doing?”

Cas makes an elegant gesture with his shoulders that’s half-shrug and would be half the spread of wings, if he still had them. “Well enough, I think. Still…” He waves a hand to indicate the general circumstances. “But he seemed enthused at the prospect of pie, when Sam brought it up.”

“Dean Winchester excited by pie, news at eleven,” Benny jokes. Cas gives an amused huff that isn’t quite a laugh. Benny stands, then, crowding into Cas’s space and pressing their bodies together. “Y’know what we haven’t done in a minute? Spar.”

There’s a dangerous look to Cas’s eyes because he’s human now and Benny is decidedly not. Cas is not lightweight when it comes to hand-to-hand but still. He blinks up at Benny but all it takes is a well-timed smirk to undo his hesitation.

Benny lets Cas topple him in the first few minutes and Cas would be indignant about it except that he wraps his legs around the former-angel’s waist to hold him still and kisses him like that’s what they had been doing in the first place.

Cas laughs at him but goes easily, presses into Benny’s front, plants his hands on either side of his head, kisses him until they hear the sounds of Sam and Dean coming home.

They end up making the pie right then because Sam’s puppy dog eyes paired with Dean’s earnest look is pretty unstoppable. Besides (Sam whines) it has to cool overnight and that means they can have pie for breakfast. Benny takes helm, directing the brothers easily and nudging Cas aside playfully when he attempts to sneak tastes from the bowls. Even with Dean still silent the brothers manage to bicker through the process but all it does is bring a fond smile to Benny’s smile. When he looks back to raise eyebrows at Cas, the former angel has a similar smile on his face, warm and worn-in.

They drink beer and eat leftovers in between checking the oven until Dean deems the pie finished. Sam scoops some of the filling out and suffers a burnt tongue for his trouble. Cas volunteers himself and Sam to clean up and Benny redirects Dean to his “cave.”

They’ve barely stepped into the hallway before Dean stops him, shoves him against the wall, fits his body against Benny’s. It’s not aggressive, or at least, there’s no heat there. No teeth and tongue and fierce movements. Just Dean slotting himself into Benny’s space. Benny leans back against the wall, easily taking the hunter’s weight. “Yeah?” he hums, keeping one hand slung low on Dean’s waist while the other trails over his shoulder blades.

Dean huffs a heavy sigh through his nose and it brushes warm along Benny’s throat. They breathe together, three long breaths, and then Dean murmurs, “Yeah.” Benny’s eyes slip shut because it’s an encouraging sign -- sometimes it’s days before they get even a sound out of him. He tries not to react beyond a bit of positive reinforcement, a dry kiss to Dean’s temple. Sometimes if they get too excited, Dean clams back up further from the pressure of it.

They end up sprawled on the couch, Benny with his head in Dean’s lap and Dean silently mouthing along to The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. Cas comes in just as James Stewart (supposedly) kills Liberty Valance and wastes no time in settling himself atop Benny. The vampire huffs a little but easily rearranges himself so they’re more comfortable. Dean ends up with a hand in Cas’s hair, the other petting at the hollow behind Benny’s ear.

Once they learn the parable of the West (when the legend becomes fact, print the legend), Cas shuffles them off to bed. Dean goes without complaint but he lazily mouths against Cas’s neck as they change and get washed up. Benny drowsily watches as Dean gets the former angel against the wall and noses along his jaw. Maybe he dips off, because the next thing he knows Dean is pocketing himself into Benny’s side and Cas is sinking along the hunter’s back. Dean sighs, Cas has his fingers through his hair.

Maybe he’ll be back to speaking tomorrow morning. Maybe he’ll laugh and cut himself a slice of pie for breakfast and kiss them through the tangy-sweet. Maybe it’ll come gradual through the day, half-words and short answers. Maybe it’ll be a few days down the line before he finds his voice, maybe next week.

Benny drops his forehead to Dean. Feels Cas’s fingertips tease over his temple. He kisses Dean deep and slow and mumbles into his mouth, “Good night, cher.”

Dean hums and closes his eyes and falls asleep.

#deancasbenny #deancasbenny fanfic #my stuff #dean winchester #benny lafitte #castiel #shoutout to my brother who - when i had my first bout of mutism - pounded on my door screamed 'THIS IS NOT VERY PUNK ROCK' at me #and then made me a porkroll egg & cheese sandwich

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destinybigbang · 3 years

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Destiny Big Bang 2020 Masterlist

Flicker by supernatural9917 | Art by ncdover1285

If You’re Going My Way by WeAreTheLuckyOnes | Art by lotrspnfangirl

Farewell Wanderlust by Disniq | Art by Alisuwink

A Beta to Bring Us Together by GatorGirl2016 | Art by Nienor

Melting Point by TessAlyn | Art by MelancholySeraph

Like It Was Destiny by Eyes_of_a_Tragedy & tfw_cas | Art by ncdover1285

Equilibrium by Emblue_Sparks & ShantiRani | Art by Morla

Among The Stacks Art by kingstoken

The Sweater by AniH | Art by Pherryt

The Missing Piece by tobythewise | Art by soluscheese

Under the Surface by Pherryt | Art by MissJenniferB

#destiny big bang #destiny #deancasbenny #supernatural #fanfic

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unnatural-narrative · 3 years

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I AM A BALL OF ANGST

because some people can’t keep a slip of cloth around their faces.

So now I’m stuck inside watching Supernatural until the eventual nuclear death of this country and somehow I think this the perfect time to post two WIPs because WHY NOT.

So naturally these are going to be very angsty and horny because I can’t talk to anyone so Be Aware.

Tongues and Teeth

There was nothing that smelled sweeter than Dean Winchester.

Benny was one of the creatures in the whispering dark that smelled the stench of Leviathan muck that returned to Purgatory. Everything in a 5 mile radius could. The forest remembered those unholy things and tried to spit them back out again. But the Leviathans returned home with a wet splat against the shuddering columns that made up the trees. The black blood promptly suffocated a band of were-rats at the landing spot just out of pure anger at being wound up in a hell worse than Hell again. It almost killed Dean too, Dean would tell Benny after he met him. The black goo was twisting and writhing in his lungs, his throat, his stomach. “Like it was going to tear me inside out,” he said. “Drowning on land.” The only thing that saved him was the angel who was with him, who had made his heart keep beating by removing the liquid that was filling up his lungs.

An awful way to die, Benny knew about drowning but he doesn’t remember much of breathing.

Summary: Ever since Dean stepped into Purgatory, Benny has been itching to taste his blood.

Rating: M

Pairings: Mostly Benny/Dean, but we do have some pining for Cas on Dean’s part. I do plan on making a very hot threesome, but will I pull it off...? Eh, only time will tell.

Words: 7.4k

I really think they could’ve of done better with Purgatory and Benny? Sigh, maybe in the HBO reboot... Maybe that’s why I did mostly limited third person with my favorite Cajun vampire. I wonder if I wrote everything more... maliciously? Again, you can blame the angst.

You can find this fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33216247

Short Drop, Sudden Stop

“So even though you know you almost drank yourself to death, you’re willing to drink again? You know they wanted to put you in a rehabilitation center, right?”

“Cas, it’s called a relapse for a reason, alright? I just want…” Dean faltered. “I just want a little distraction for once.” From the voices in my head, he didn’t say. From the Mark. From you.

Dean pointed a finger at Cas. “And they told me distraction is a coping mechanism.”

“An unhealthy coping mechanism, you realize?”

Dean shrugged. “I’m working on it.”

Summary: Afraid of the Mark, Dean tries to do the unalive. Things don't go as planned.

Rating: E

Pairings: Castiel/Dean, my baby, baby boys

Words: 13.3k

There’s nothing like working through your own shit by writing a fic about it. Me: “wow, what am I going to do with all this knowledge of hospitalizations?” My Brain: write porn. Basically, Cas takes care of Dean after he tries to kill himself. Set in Season 10.

You can find find this fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33248656

Don’t be afraid to tell me what to think!

Here’s where you can find the rest of my work: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheChozo

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wolvesofinnistrad · 3 years

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In which an innocent joke about Charlie dating Sarah Michelle Geller in an alternate universe leads to Jack resurrecting Benny Lafitte and possibly starting a poly trio between two of his dads and an Ex-Vampire.

Most of the gang were sitting around the table in the bunker, reminiscing about old times, cracking jokes, talking shit. Turns out overthrowing a tyrant god and installing your son as the new one was pretty good.

Cas was sitting next to Dean, their thighs brushing together as Dean’s cheeks flushed from more than just the alcohol in his system. Sam and Eileen were frantically signing to one another trying to keep up with the rapid fire jokes Charlie was spouting as she sat in Rowena’s lap. Mary was hitting John on the back for an uncouth comment he’d made about something or other while Jack and Claire were deep in discussion about some meme she was trying to get him to understand.

“Listen, listen!” Charlie says, standing up and wobbling a bit as she slams her beer down on the table. “I could Totally snag Sarah Michelle Geller if she was into girls. It would be my life mission.”

Rowena smirks, shaking her head and laughing as she pats Charlie on the back.

Jack turns up his head, frowning and looking into the distance before speaking. “There are no universes in which you and someone named Sarah Michelle Geller are a romantic couple.”

Everyone turns to look at Jack for a moment, confusion in their features.

Jack then rattles off a list of women that Charlie’s of other worlds have dated or are currently with.

“Wait,” Charlie says, staring at Jack. “You know every other world who people are with?”

Jack smiles beatifically. “Of course, I’m god, I had to rebuild all the other worlds Chuck destroyed. I keep tabs on them a bit, but not much.” He pauses for a moment and then chuckles. “Sorry, I forgot one. You are also with Dean in one universe.”

Dean spits out his beer. “What!?”

Jack continues smiling. “Yes, I believe it is what I have heard Claire call a ‘beard’ situation,” he says marking the air quotes with his hands.

Charlie straight up cackles at that and Dean blushes even deeper red. Then Charlie’s smile turns devious. “Wait, Jack you can see who everyone has ended up with in every permutation of the worlds?”

“Of course.”

“Do Dean,” she says and Dean holds his hand up in protest, but he can’t say anything because he’d just shoved half a piece of pizza in his mouth.

When Jack returns to looking at them all he smiles. “Dean is with Castiel in only this world. In 2 worlds he is with a woman named Cassie, in 4 with a woman named Lisa, in 1 a woman named Ronda, in 3 he is with Castiel’s vessel Jimmy Novak, in 10 he is with a man named Lee, in 5 with a man named Aaron, in 2 with a man named Rufus, in 1 with Crowley and in 47 with a man named Benny.”

There’s stunned silence in the room before Sam turns to Dean with a look of pure vindication and screams while pointing at Dean “I KNEW there was something between you and Benny!”

Dean looks absolutely bamboozled by this information. Finally he ekes out “forty seven?”

“Yes. There are,” Jack pauses for a moment calculating, “5 where you are both vampires, 12 in which he is a vampire and a hunter alongside you, 3 in which you are a vampire and he is a hunter, 10 in which you are a demon and he is a vampire, 16 in which you are both human and 1 in which Dean is a werewolf and Benny a Vampire.”

Dean just stares there, looking at Jack with an unreadable expression.

Jack tilts his head “how come no one asked me to bring back this Benny person if he is so special to Dean in most worlds?”

Again, no one has any response to that.

Until Dean just stares at Jack and whispers “you could do that?”

Without answering Jack smiles and disappears. There’s a tense 5 minutes where no one really knows what’s happening, where Dean grips Cas’ hand so tight he thinks it might break.

And then, suddenly, Jack reappears holding the hand of a large bear of a man.

“Where am I?” Benny says, before he looks over and sees Dean. “Dean? Brotha!” he smiles, his eyes lighting up and in the flash of an eye Dean’s chair is overturned and he’s colliding with Benny so hard they both almost fall over. “Hey, hey, what’s all this then cher?”

“Hello again Benny.” Cas smiles softly, standing and moving towards Benny and also hugging him.

“Anyone care to explain what’s goin’ on here? Last I checked I was dead?”

“Our son is kind of god now, he brought you back.”

Benny laughs, the sound shaking both Dean and Cas who slowly pull away. “Well if that ain’t somethin’. Wait a minute...” Benny stops, feeling his teeth, and slowly, feeling his heart beating normally. “Am I…?”

“You are human once more. I have more experience remaking human bodies like with dad, so I hope that is ok.” Jack smiles at them.

“Sounds good to me.” Benny smirks, looking between Dean and Cas. “So… This finally happen?”

Everyone starts laughing at that, Cas taking Dean’s hand and smiling softly.

“Yes, I finally confessed my love for Dean when I was about to die. Then our son remade me a human body.”

“Seems to be happening a lot,” Benny jokes.

Dean still hasn’t said anything, his eyes sparkling as he looks between Cas and Benny with awe.

“Dean,” Cas says, tugging on his hand, “We should retire so we can tell Benny more about what’s happened since he’s gone.

It takes a minute for Dean to respond but then he’s nodding. “Yeah, yeah, sounds good. Coming Benny?”

“Sure thing cher,” Benny says, following along behind them.

Everyone in the room looks at one another before Claire says “well, I guess that makes 48 now,” and they all crack up.

#fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #benny lafitte #deancasbenny #deanbenny #destiel #mine #my fic

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 4 years

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seasons | a destiny ficlet

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Castiel’s time to shine always brings in the new year. He covers the end of one year and the beginning of another with harsh temperatures, crispy white snow that blankets entire vast spaces, and sometimes if he’s particularly prickly, thick sheets of ice. They’re long past the times of humans worshiping them and Castiel always seems just a little bit bitter about it at the start of winter.

It’s Dean’s second-favorite time of year. He loves to watch Castiel work—the tense set of his muscles, the cool, relaxed expression on his face as he controls the bitter winds and storms of the season. He’s exceptionally beautiful like that and Dean will never tire of the view.

On top of that, winter is easily the prettiest season to watch. The soft, fluffy snow that blankets the ground around the winter holidays is breathtaking, especially knowing that his chilly boyfriend is behind it all. The cold isn’t his favorite, and Castiel’s icy feet in bed never feel great, but everything else more than makes up for it.

Castiel’s cold, bitter winters melt effortlessly into Benny’s warm, rainy springs. The blankets of snow and ice give way to grass and flowers that sparkle with fat drops of morning dew. Even the storms are kinder—rain that’s meant to feed the earth it splatters onto, rain that leaves a pleasant, refreshing wet smell in the air. Trees sway in the gentle breezes and the humans return to their gardens, making their little plots of Earth as beautiful as possible. Benny oversees it all with a proud twinkle in his eyes, one that Dean and Castiel have never quite been able to grasp. Sure, they both love their seasons just as much, but Benny is so deeply connected to spring that it’s a little terrifying sometimes.

Benny’s softer those few months he’s in charge. Kinder. Warmer. It soothes Castiel into his slumber while he waits for the next winter and, in turn, warms their little corner of the ethereal plane they all reside on. He’s usually reluctant to pass the reigns to Dean, but he often doesn’t have much of a choice.

Summer can go one of two ways, and it all depends on how well the humans have behaved. Dean’s been known to be particularly wrathful in years they’ve been full of contempt with regard to the Earth—sending fearsome hurricanes that tear entire cities to shreds, or tsunamis that drown whole islands.

Whatever his mood, he quickly releases all of the built-up tension the minute he passes the reigns to Charlie for autumn, and it’s for an entirely selfish reason—he gets to spend the entirety of his break snuggled up on his memory foam mattress, Benny on one side and Cas on the other. Castiel’s chill balances Dean’s heat and Benny’s content to sling an arm over both of them as they settle in for the fall.

With Benny’s warm, heavy arm lulling him into a deep sleep and Castiel’s head tucked under his chin, Dean sometimes wonders how he ever lets them go back to work. He won’t dwell on that right now, though. Right now, he’s satiated and comfortable and content to let all of autumn pass by just like this.

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tobythewise · 4 years

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I choose Dean/Cas/Benny, scent bonding and domestic and please tag me!

Here you go @navajolovesdestiel Hope you enjoy :D

“How’re you feeling, Cher?” Benny asks softly, coming into the living room and handing Dean a warm cup of hot chocolate. The omega looks up, giving him a tired smile.

“I’m okay,” he murmurs back, his voice sounding as tired as he looks. Cas wraps his arm tighter around Dean’s shoulder, kissing the side of his head.

This was the first time they’d ever shared Dean’s heat together, all three of them. It was nerve-wracking at the beginning. Benny had worried he’d feel like he was intruding, like he didn’t quite fit. Thankfully, he was wrong. Benny and Cas had taken turns knotting Dean whenever his heat spiked, they could take turns taking care of him while the other got more food and water or showered. They quickly worked out a system that worked for all three of them. It was intimate in a way Benny wasn’t expecting.

Benny sits down on Dean’s other side, taking Dean’s unoccupied hand between his two. He takes in a deep breath and lets out a happy sigh. Their scents have all shifted slightly, bonding with each other. It makes his inner alpha happy straight down to its bones.

Benny leans over and kisses Cas’ hand which lays on Dean’s shoulder. The other alpha looks over Dean’s head, giving him a fond smile, his eyes so fucking soft it makes Benny’s chest clench. Then he kisses Dean’s cheek, smiling when the omega begins to purr where he’s pressed between them.

They’re all tired and worn out. They’ll end up spending the day on the couch, all snuggled together and recuperating. And Benny can’t think of anything he’d rather be doing.

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deancasheadcanons · 3 years

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purgaytory deancasbenny/octavia e butler’s fledgling crossover fanfic that exists only in my head can be so personal actually

#ugh madd #god the fics i would've written had i started reading ms butler circa 2014 #she really and truly wrote monsterfucking unlike anyone else #when will i shut up about octavia e butler i guess we'll find out eventually

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spnbangbang · 2 years

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On behalf of the mods, thank you to all the writers, artists and betas who helped make this bang possible. Twenty new fics ranging from fluff to filth and everything in between.

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vildflower · 7 years

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@supernaturalpromptchallenge | December 2016 Prompt: are you sure you want a dick cake for your niece? (bakery au) Tags: denny, some hint of destiny, (bc I'm trash), fluff, so much fluff I'm puking, dean is bi, cas is gay, benny is bi, baker!cas Author's Notes: I have done absolutely zero research so feel free to correct me where I may be wrong.

"Are you sure you want a dick cake for your niece?"

No. Dean's not sure. He's not sure about anything. He can't breathe and he wants to die.

"Uh, yeah. Definitely. It's, it's her eighteenth birthday, you see and she'll be off to coll-"

The woman behind the counter simply rolls her eyes and waves Dean's piss poor attempts at an excuse away. She goes to the other guy behind the counter, the one with kind blue eyes and a smile that Dean finds kinda cute, and whispers something to him. He listens intently, nods and walks over to Dean.

"Hello. I'm Castiel. How may I help you, sir?" he says in with a deep voice and a smile that- for some reason- doesn't look nine different kinds of fake. Dean just stares for a minute. Castiel keeps the smile on his face.

"I, uh, I need a cake with a, um, with a dick on it.." because my boyfriend and I want to come out today but not like this fuck you Benny for convincing me to do this "…for, um, my niece's eighteenth birthday."

"Oh, she's turning eighteen? Congratulations sir." he says. Dean nods his acknowledgement.

"Look, can we do this quick? I have somewhere to be."

"Sure, si-"

"Lose the 'sir'." Dean quickly says. He's not used to being so goddamn respected. Castiel frowns, and Dean sort of misses the smile. It was a bit comforting.

"Okay. Well, as might be obvious, we don't keep cakes with a human penis on them on display, so you're gonna have to get one custom made."

"Yeah, one sort of gets that after getting kicked out of quite a few bakeries." Dean scoffs.

"Why?" Castiel asks as he leads Dean to a door marked Staff Only. Dean hesitates a bit before following Castiel inside.

"They either don’t make custom cakes or don't want to make one with a dick on it."

"Why would they try to spoil your niece's birthday party?" Castiel asks as he makes his way through what seemed like the kitchen. Dean frowns. Upon not hearing an answer Castiel stops and turns around.

"You didn't answer my question. Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no," Dean says. "It's just….you're the first person to ask that question. I- honestly, I don't know how to answer that."

Castiel looks upset at that and shakes his head.

"These days bakeries have become all about profit. No one cares about the joy that you get from baking something for a special, joyous occasion."

"My dude, these days everything has become about profit."

Castiel pauses to consider that and nods in agreement. They arrive at one corner of the kitchen, the larges counter of all, and the cleanest too.

"Well, what kind of cake do you want?"

"Uh, well, I already told you-"

"No, no. I mean, the smaller details. What kind of cake does your niece like? Chocolate? Vanilla? Maybe some whipped cream?" Castiel says, followed by a desperate attempt at a wink.

Dean can't handle this any longer. This guy, this guy he doesn't even know, is going out of the way to make his 'niece's birthday' memorable by baking her a cake himself…and he's so nice…

"Look. Ok. I lied." Dean says. He tries to breathe deeply while he waits for a response from Castiel.

"What do you mean?"

Dean sighs.

"It's not actually my nieces birthday. I.. I need the cake, because… I'm planning to coming out to my family."

Castiel is quiet as Dean waits for the worst.

"Why the cake?"

"Uh, my boyfriend thought it'd be a good way to relieve any tension, you know?" Dean answers. A little taken aback by Castiel's lack of…well, emotion, upon finding out that he was being lied to, he rushes to clarify.

"I'm sorry I lied. It's the just this the only bakery in town left and the last one I went to I told them the truth and the owner kicked me out, but, I guess I'll understand if you choose not to make the cake-"

"Why would I refuse to make the cake? Of course, I'll bake it. In fact, I'll make it for free. Coming out is hard- trust me, I know."

Dean doesn't know where this Castiel guy came from, but he's managed to turn Dean's whole world upside down in a record twenty minutes.

"Now, if I remember, you're getting late. What kind of cake do you want?"

Dean decides if it's his lucky day, he's going to push it to the fucking limit.

"Can you make the cake look like pie, with a dick coming out of it?"

Castiel rolls his eyes but smiles anyway. Dean decides that he likes that smile.

After about 2 hours or so of hard work (Dean helps- he really does) Dean walks out of the bakery with the following facts: Castiel owns the bakery, he prefers the nickname 'Cas', he really likes baking and bees (and men, for that matter), and is a real-life angel.

He knows the last part because he straight-up asks Cas that when he offers to deliver the cake if Dean had anywhere else to be. Cas rolls his eyes and admits that he truly is the angel of Thursday and Gay.

Dean ends up inviting his new friend to his party. He decides he could use all the support he can get. Castiel agrees with another one of those beautiful smiles.

"I guess I could ask Meg to manage the shop for a while. But, I'm still in my uniform. I'll have to change-"

"Oh, that's no problem. Just get rid of the blue vest and pop a few buttons." Dean says as they get in the car.

The party's a success. Benny is warming up to Cas- hell, everybody is. Dean can't believe this is happening. (Turns out, not everyone was surprised that he’s interested in both men and women.)

He's not even drunk but he feels like he's on cloud nine as he floats around to everyone, holding hands with Benny and introducing Cas to his family. Sam immediately goes all nerd on him; John looks ready to interrogate him but Mary stops him in time; hell, even Bobby seems to be getting along with him. Benny is the happiest Dean's seen in a long time, and he’s already planning a thank you dinner for Cas.

Dean grins. He could get used to this.

#supernaturalpromptchallenge #this sucks ugh *hides underneath blanket*#envydean #stullcemetery #moonlightdean #destiny #deancas #deancasbenny #destiel #destiny fanfiction #destiel fanfic #drabbles #mine

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good-things-do-happen-dean · 4 years

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@all-about-turquoise part two of this is finally here!!! smut and angst and tags under the cut

Nobody is keeping watch. Somebody probably should be, definitely should be, since Dean already can't keep quiet. Benny's attached himself to the sensitive skin of Dean's neck just below his ear, just above a pulse point, and he’s got one arm thrown across Dean’s stomach, two fingers tucked into the belt loop on Cas’s coat. Cas has one hand cradled under Dean's head to keep it from knocking back against the stone floor of the cave, and the other twisted around Benny's suspender, tugging him closer, while he presses feather-light kisses to Dean’s forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, the dip in his chin.

They've never done this before, not all three of them. Well, not exactly. Dean saw Benny once, watching him move against Cas in the dappled gray-green light of a clearing, made eye contact with him over Cas's shoulder and fell over the edge when Benny reached down to palm himself through his trousers, shaking and biting his cheek so hard he drew blood.

But this is different. Dean could lose himself with, between, under Benny and Cas, but he finds that isn't what he wants. Not this time. Not right now, at least. There will be time for that later, after, somewhere with a big standing shower and a soft mattress, where they can take their time and there’s clean clothes they can strip off and leave in a pile on the floor. And there’s something better than spit. He swallows, thinking of Benny moving inside him and Cas against him. Or Cas inside him while Benny nudges against his mouth. Or -

He wriggles free and hauls himself up to sit against the rough stone wall of the cave.

"Dean?" Cas says, voice rough, pupils already blown wide.

"Will you -" Dean starts, then finds he doesn't know what to say. "Please -” His gaze flicks between the two of them propping themselves up on their elbows to look at him. Cas’s hair is a wreck already, mussed from where Dean curled his fingers into it to pull him closer and stop teasing, damn it. Benny’s coat is hanging off one shoulder, his suspender twisted into the collar of his shirt. Dean licks his lips.

"Lookin' for a show, chief?" Benny says, raising one eyebrow at him.

Yes. He wants Benny and Cas together, two forces of nature meeting in the middle. He wants to see, even if they can only move against each other in too many layers. Dean grabs a fistful of his jeans to keep his hands from shaking.

Benny looks Cas up and down, a slow grin spreading across his face. "What do you say, angel?"

"Yes," Cas says simply, like he had been waiting for them to ask.

They reach for each other and Dean forgets how to breathe.

Where Cas and Benny are gentle with Dean, together they fight. It’s teeth and rough hands pulling at clothes and thighs shoved between knees. It’s heavy breathing in the stillness of the cave, the stillness of the dawn or the twilight or the noon before a storm, and it’s bitten-off noises Dean realizes are coming from him just at the sight of it all.

Before long, Cas has a hand between them, working at Benny’s belt, the buttons on his trousers. Benny rucks up Cas’s coat to palm at the swell of his ass, hooking his fingers in the waistband of those grimy scrub pants and easing them down. There’s a hiss from Cas at the contact, hot flesh against hot flesh, and Benny extricates one hand to spit in it.

Dean swallows, watching the rolling push-pull of their thrusts into Benny’s hand. He can’t see it all, not with their clothes in the way, but there’s the smooth motion of Benny’s hips, the intense concentration on Cas’s face before he tips his forehead against Benny’s to look between them.

And Dean can’t take it anymore. He unclenches his hands from where they’re fisted in the rough fabric of his jeans so hard he has to wiggle his fingers to get the blood flowing again.

Benny looks up at the sound of Dean's zipper, loud in the quiet hush of their heavy breathing. He grins at the sight of Dean taking himself in hand, then lets out a hiss when Cas bites at his exposed neck and takes the opportunity to throw his leg over Benny's and flip them so he's astride Benny, one knee planted on either side of his hips. And oh, now Dean can see.

Cas bats Benny's hand out of the way so he can rut against him unimpeded for a moment, fully on display for Dean, who bites off a groan at the sight, at the feeling of his own grip involuntarily tightening. He drops to his elbows over Benny, smoothing the hair at Benny’s temple in an unexpectedly gentle move that has Dean aching for when this is all over, for after so suddenly that he nearly misses Cas’s quiet “prends soin de lui” to Benny, who nods once and squeezes Cas’s hips. “Si on le trouve, promets-moi,” Cas says in a rush.

“Je promets.”

“Et - et prends soin de toi. S'il vous plaît, je -”

“Castiel, je comprends. Je promets.”

“Didn’t know I’d need to understand French to keep up during sex,” Dean says, breathless at the way Castiel rolls off Benny’s tongue. He’s moving urgently now, fire coiling low in his belly. They are too. The smooth motion of Cas’s hips stutters against Benny, who cranes his neck to look up at Dean and wink, but there’s something off, something guarded in his expression, except Dean doesn’t have time to figure it out because Cas is reaching a hand out for him, grasping the bare skin of Dean’s ankle.

Cas tugs at Dean’s leg. “Viens - Dean. Come here.”

There’s a wild look in Cas’s eyes as he grabs at Dean to pull him closer with one hand, reaches down to take hold of himself and Benny with the other. Dean hauls himself up to kneeling and shuffles over not very gracefully, unable to keep his hands off. But Cas rolls off Benny, pulling Dean back down between them, and suddenly it’s all hands and hot flesh against the bare skin of Dean’s stomach where his shirt got rucked up in the shuffle and Benny’s mouth at his ear again, breathing huffs of hot air there, and Cas’s forehead against his, blue eyes boring into his until it’s too much and Cas leans in to capture Dean’s mouth, swallowing his cry as he falls over the edge.

Benny follows with a sigh, then Cas, who pulls away and drops his forehead to Dean’s neck, right against his racing pulse.

They lie there tangled together for a moment, a minute, an hour, Dean isn’t sure. Long enough for him to think about after again: lazy mornings under fresh sheets and clean washcloths by the bed to wipe themselves with and a shower big enough round two for the three of them. And then he thinks about breakfast and mowing the lawn and taking a drive just for the hell of it, and everything he had with Lisa, but with Cas and with Benny, and he remembers why he shouldn’t think what if.

After they clean up and resume the trail, there’s a leaf, a wind, and then a spell and a strange cold-warm fullness in Dean’s arm. Leviathan. Cas slipping away, grabbing desperately for his arm, the sleeve of his coat, anything. A blink.

Fresh air and the sound of a forest at night. Sights, sounds, smells all ramped up to eleven after the muted gray of Purgatory.

And no Castiel.

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