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macamadamia · 9 months

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Feral

Bad Things Happen Bingo - "Vehicular Accident"

Naked and filthy, scent bleeding fear and pain and rage, the feral omega crouched low in the cage in the back of the SUV. The red and blue lights of emergency crews cast their glow across his face, reflecting in wide, glazed green eyes.

The police, first on the scene, had contained the omega with a catchpole and electric prod until the control officer arrived with sedation.

Castiel pulled up to the crash site soon after and following a quick initial examination, the control officer had the omega muzzled and restrained, wrapped in a heavy blanket, and bundled into the cage.

When Castiel asked if the muzzle was truly necessary, the officer shrugged. “I didn’t give him much, just enough to take the edge off. He’ll probably be alert by the time you get to the clinic, but if you want to lose a finger feel free to remove it before you get there. According to his records, he’s a biter.”

Despite the sedation, the feral omega snarled and snapped behind the mask that covered his lower face and pulled at the lined cuffs keeping his hands behind his back.

There was an ownership tattoo on his shoulder, and a scan of the tag on his ear listed said owner as one John Winchester. According to the licence pulled from his wallet by the police, John Winchester was the driver. Castiel watched as he was loaded into the back of a waiting ambulance.

The omega had keened behind the mask as the driver’s body was wheeled past. He’d thrown himself at the cage bars, falling back when the control officer jabbed at him with an electric prod.

He’d fallen back into silence when Castiel slammed the rear doors of the SUV closed, shook the control officer’s hand, and set off for his clinic. He didn’t talk to the omega during the drive, experience had taught him not to attempt conversation until they were back at the clinic and away from the crash site.

The had to learn to associate his scent and his voice with a positive environment, and the scene of the crash where his alpha had died was not the right place to begin. The two hour drive to the clinic would give them both a chance to calm down before he introduced himself.

The quick examination at the site had revealed he was healthy, intact, and well fed. Someone, probably the older male alpha who’d been driving the black car when it was struck by the semi-trailer, had cared him.

Unfortunately for Castiel, it also meant he now had to contend with a physically healthy, fully grown, adult male. With a deep breath, he pulled out a catchpole and an electric prod tuned to one of its higher settings, and put aside unfair thoughts about how much easier this would be if the omega wasn’t cared for. As sad as it was to see the underfed ones, at least they were easier to physically handle.

When he opened the cage door, the omega – predictably – launched himself at Castiel. Even bound and muzzled and weak with the lingering effects of the sedative, his teeth went for Castiel’s jugular. Before he made contact, Castiel zapped him with the prod.

The omega dropped to the gravel driveway, hissing in pain, and Castiel made short work of looping the catchpole around his neck. Before the omega got a chance to fully recover, he half led, half dragged him to emergency medical clinic. The doors opened automatically as he approached, and as they passed through he used his elbow to hit the button to lock them behind him.

It was a routine he had down pat, although most of his patients walked in on their own.

He was well known amongst both omegas and their alphas for being fair, kind, and respectful. He filled the roles of physician, midwife, counsellor, and when the occasion called for it, advocate, for the omega population in his area.

When the perfect property had come on the market after nearly a year of searching and waiting, he’d set up shop. A small house on a large parcel of land, a couple of outbuildings, and a studio cottage and workshop repurposed as a clinic, complete with a recovery ward and a heat suite.

Business was so good, thanks to his reputation, that he’d hired two nurses. Anna and Charlie came by a few days a week each to help out so he could continue volunteering with the Department of Omega Control to rehabilitate feral omegas.

It was a DoC officer who’d called him tonight from the scene of an accident involving a car and a semi-trailer. The alpha driver was dead, and the omega in the passenger’s seat was feral, biting and snapping at the police and EMTs when they tried to approach the alpha. Whether from the grief or shock of seeing his alpha die in front of him, or some other cause entirely, it was Castiel’s job to find out what was going on and potentially, hopefully, get the omega to a state where he could be put up for adoption.

Step one in that process was a more thorough examination in the clinic, before the feral moved out to the rehab rooms he’d custom-built on the other side of the property, as far from the clinic as they could possibly get so as not to disturb his omega patients. They were also sound- and scent-proofed.

Castiel wrestled the omega into the clinic. Still unsteady from the sedative, he stumbled on his hobbled legs and Castiel was able to manhandle him into one of the kennels he’d built in the back of the clinic specifically to keep ferals during their initial medical examinations.

Although Castiel disliked the word “cage”, it was an accurate way to describe the custom-made kennels.

Kitted out with clean, scent-free blankets, the kennels were tall enough for a large omega to sit up without bending their neck, and long and wide enough to allow lying down. They weren’t, however, big enough for an adult to stretch their legs out. They were purposely designed so the resident omega couldn’t stand, to both encourage nesting behaviours and prevent restless pacing.

Once he was in the kennel, Castiel threw a dark, heavy blanket over the top and left the office. The omega would stay alone in the dark while Castiel scrubbed the interior of the SUV clean of all scent and fluids. The cleaning process would give the omega time to acclimate to the kennel without him in the room to interrupt the process.

Then he’d introduce himself.

After he submitted his paperwork and finished his reheated dinner.

When he opened the door an hour after leaving, the omega stirred in the kennel with the clatter of shackles. Castiel walked across the clinic, his steps heavy and deliberate, ensuring the sound would travel through the blanket cover.

The scent of distress hung heavy in the air.

Castiel set a 15-minute timer on his watch with a quiet beep and, tamping down his own emotions so they didn’t cloud the room, he logged into his work laptop and started his report, based on what little information he had at his disposal.

The alpha, John Winchester, was dead. Although they already knew that at the scene of the accident, it had been officially confirmed at the hospital and the death certificate had been emailed through to Castiel.

Since John Winchester was the only name listed under the omega’s current ownership record, they’d have to wait for probate to find out who exactly inherited him. And then find out if his new owner wanted him.

It wasn’t uncommon in cases like these for the new owner to simply turned the omega back over to the Department of Omega Control. Especially if he’d turned feral.

Castiel sighed and glanced over at the covered cage, fingers stilling on his keyboard. Even if he managed to rehabilitate the omega, the chances he’d find a new home were slim to none. With minimal likelihood of rehoming, he’d probably be euthanised.

It was a shame, but the DoC didn’t have the facilities or the funding to house omegas turned feral.

The first thing he had to do was figure out if the omega was truly feral, or simply reacting to the grief of losing his alpha. The first was almost certainly a lost cause, but the second gave the creature in the kennel a fighting chance.

As if sensing which direction his thoughts were travelling, there was another, louder racket from the corner of the room. The rattle of shackles, and a thump as the omega threw himself at the kennel door.

Castiel rolled his eyes, re-set his timer for another 15 minutes, and logged onto the DoC’s database to dig up what he knew about John Winchester’s omega.

It took a further three hours, Castiel resetting his alarm every time he heard a noise from the kennel, before the omega was quiet for a full 15 minutes.

The level of distress scent in the air hadn’t changed, either for better or worse over the past hours, but it was peacefully quiet in the corner of the room.

At least, he thought pragmatically, it had given him time to finish his report and read what information existed in the DoC’s databases. He’d managed to pull a name, Dean, and a brief history based on medical check-up and annual registration inspections.

Frustratingly, it simultaneously provided an overload of information and left him very little to go on. The omega – Dean – had a history with the DoC. He’d been sent to an omega home when he’d been caught shoplifting as a teenager. The police at the time were concerned about scarring and bruising they’d noticed on his body indicating potential domestic abuse, but they hadn’t been able to prove anything before his alpha had swept in taken him away.

He was also suspected in a dozen different frauds and scams, and although nothing had stuck since the teenage shoplifting charge, he was picked up a few years later following a fight in a bar. The police report at the time said he was hustling pool and the DoC had interviewed John Winchester and issued a warning that they’d place an order of protection on Dean if it happened again.

Since the bar fight, there were no further incidences involving the police or the DoC. Every medical check-up and annual registration inspection had been carried out on the due date – not a day late or early – and he’d been cleared each time. No more strange bruises, no fresh injuries.

The early reports mentioned a younger brother, although there’d been no word of him in the last decade or so. Not since he’d reached the age where most children presented. Castiel wondered if he was the benefactor to John Winchester’s estate.

As the silent alarm on his wrist buzzed, drawing him back out of his thoughts, Castiel pushed his chair back and stood to stretch his back.

Three hours was a new record. Normally they go quiet pretty quickly, settling down into the blankets and, if he was lucky, starting the nesting process. It made his job simpler if they had, it was easier to evaluate a nesting omega over one that had fallen silent through fear and exhaustion.

Unfortunately, he suspected this Dean would be in the second category.

He stepped up to the kennel, his hand on the blanket to pull it back. But something had been nagging at him, and now his instincts were screaming alarm bells.

His hand stilled on the blanket.

The room was filled with the scent of distressed omega and it’s true the scent hadn’t changed… but now he stopped to consider the level of distress. As far as he was aware, it hadn’t changed at all over the intervening hours. He’d expect some fluctuation, some change – however minute – as the omega reacted to his surroundings.

There was a third possibility he hadn’t stopped to consider. His hackles rose, and he stepped back and to the side as he whipped the blanket away from the kennel. The blanket caught the door, and swung it gently open.

The muzzle rolled out, hitting his foot.

Inside the kennel, a small pheromone infuser nestled innocuously amongst torn and shredded blankets, green light blinking steadily.

Castiel crouched, peering into the kennel, and his gaze lifted to the roof. He stared, stupefied.

Both sets of shackles hung from tattered cloth, strips torn from the nesting blankets, twisted into rope. A third hung loose. He glanced down at the muzzle, recalling the thud that he’d presumed was the omega throwing himself at the bars.

He blinked when one of the shackles rattled, and he followed a twisting cord of cloth to the back of the kennel, where it fed through a bar at the top, trailed down to the ground, and disappeared out and under the blanket.

He stood abruptly and now he knew it was there, he could see the length of cord plain as day where it was tied to the base of one of the vertical blinds.

“Oh.”

The window, closed when he left to pick up the omega, was now cracked open. Barely an inch, but it was enough to pick up the breeze from outside. Enough to carry the momentum down, through the blanket-turned-rope, to rattle the chains like a makeshift wind chime.

Combined with the pheromone infuser, it was enough to make Castiel think the omega was still in the kennel.

He’d been played.

And the omega had a three-hour head start.

#bad things happen bingo #supernatural #omegaverse #destiel #spn fanfic #ao3 author #fanfiction #dean winchester #castiel #this might get another part I don't really know yet

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aerica13 · 1 year

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This was written for the July Break Bingo flash squares: Word: Honest – Antonyms: Dishonest, Counterfeit, Deceitful, Corrupt; Location: Flower Shop; Free (Outsider POV); Fix-it Fic; “Are you in witness protection or something?”

The second I saw "Fix-it Fic," I knew it was time to write the Supernatural finale fix-it fic that I've been thinking about since that last horrible episode aired; the rest grew around that one point. This was also my first time trying to write Outsider POV, one of my favorite tropes, and I had a really fun time with it; endless thanks to the fantastic @julybreakbingo mods <3

#July Break Bingo 2023 #Fandom: Supernatural #Ship: Castiel x Dean #fandoms #spn #destiel #fanfiction #about me

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jibberjibbsart · 20 days

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So, those books Luz was talking about wouldn't happen to be the ones Chuck wrote...?

Bingo! Luz is an avid “Supernatural” by Carver Edlund (AKA, Chuck!) fan!

In my AU, Luz is a giant Charlie fan, has cosplayed as Dean before, and 100% ships Destiel. She has a bunch of headcanons for the “characters” too.

I added her comment about the Supernatural books kind of late into my script so she doesn’t react to Dean, Sam, and Cas revealing who they are. I guess with everything going on it doesn’t really click until much later and then she’ll have the horrible realization that she’s read (and written) a TON of fanfiction about these people.

I plan on making a short comic of her coming to this conclusion eventually! I think it’ll be very awkward for everyone involved.

#Dean having to explain that there’s no subtext between him and Cas #Luz not believing him for a second #amity connecting with Sam in the books and then realizing she can just… talk to him #luz totally has a tumblr dedicated to spn #Supernatural #spn #toh #the owl house

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glygriffe · 2 years

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December Fanfic Reading & Rec

To start the New Year positively, let's celebrate the creativity of some fellow writers I had the pleasure to read in the last month.

I want to share the good stuff in my life and, so far, Tumblr has been a good place for that for me. Let's continue sharing the joy of fanfiction!

As a "warning", know that I read mostly Supernatural themed short stories in December. I vaguely sorted them into categories to help others find what they like.

Gen fic

Untitled Reader POV where the reader is living in the bunker with the boys, by @ellen-reincarnated1967. Whatever happened, the Winchesters are here for her. (No pairing)

Out of the closet: a bit of Destiel fluff by @bobwess on AO3. Dean is pretty sure Cas is stealing his clothes, but he isn't sure what to do about it. (Dean x Castiel)

Phone: A cute little AU drabble for Destiel Month by @blessyourhondahurley (Dean x Castiel)

Untitled: Castiel choosing to let his vessel age for… reasons by @aheavenlycreature (Dean x Castiel)

The Steadfast Soul: A wonderful piece about Sam by @posingasme, full of all kinds of love. (Creature!Sam, Very Sastiel-lite, brotherly bound)

We Are Hope: a Castiel ficlet on life and hope and Dean Winchester in early season 15. By @rauko-creates (lite Destiel)

Brotherly Figures: A series with Sam and Dean, both as big brothers to an OC! By @spnexploration (No pairing)

Untitled post-15x18 ficlet: Dean and Cas’ using their words by @queerstudiesnatural (Castiel x Dean)

Snow Globe: a moment of truth and fluff between Dean and the reader by @waywardnerd67 for a Christmas bingo challenge. (Dean x Reader)

Teen and Up

Total Eclipse: A story about longing by @posingasme on AO3 (Sam x Castiel)

Carry on my wayward sons: So much brotherly love in this combo art/fic by @peach-coke created for Supernatural Hiatus Creation (No pairing)

Ghost of Christmas present(s): Christmas fluff after the finale (link toward the AO3 post) by @mittensmorgul (Dean x Castiel)

Like you did: a growing old together story by @posingasme on AO3 for the Gabriel reverse bang 2022 of @gabrielbigbang (Destiel, Sabriel)

Mature

Prompted: wonderful short stories by @bobwess (on AO3), some sweet, some tragic, from Bob's own Twitter prompts. I read chapter 9 and chapter 10 in December and I loved them! (mind the TW for each chapter: Ch. 9 has MCD and possibly homicide; Ch. 10 is pure domestic/Christmas fluff.)

And for stuff unrelated to Supernatural:

Change, a beautiful (and sad) poem by @rauko-is-a-free-elf (original work)

How do you write poetry for someone who is your every moment?, a poem by @rauko-creates (original work)

Don't Drool on Me: By @lemonlillybee (on A03) a kind of slice-of-life sickfic of Tony Stark acting as Peter Parker's parent figure - I didn't even know Iron!Dad was a thing before September, but I found it awesome!

Happy reading, happy sharing, and...

#rec list #fanfiction

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angst-is-love-angst-is-life · 11 months

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Barissoka, WestAllen, and Stucky for the ship bingo <3

Disclaimer: I only saw up to season 3 (maybe 4 ??) of Clone Wars a year ago— so I may have been gotten this completely wrong

Barissoka: the fandom things I’ve seen are fun but no strong feelings

Westallen: I honestly love them very much (if not a little salty about how canon treated them) and I was probably too picky when doing this

Stucky: started shipping this very recently— but I’m kind of obsessed already (similar vibes to Destiel let’s be real) it’s the “would go to the ends of the Earth for each other yet somehow don’t realize they’re in love” that gets me. But Steve left so I’m a Sambucky stan more (blame the fanfiction)

#thanks for the askkk!#asks #ask games #answered asks #ship bingo #barissoka #westallen #stucky #ship shit #negative-speedforce

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charlotterhea · 3 months

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Summer Fic Reading Challenge Part 1

I signed up for the Summer Fic Reading Challenge and thought, why not share which stories I read and comment on here as well?

So, if you're interested in me rambling a bit about the stories I read, you know the way. ^^

16. Oldest fic in the fandom

This prompt got me curious so I dug into the HP section of AO3 first but since AO3 offers the option to backdate your works, it's hard to find the oldest one there. I mean, it's hard to find the oldest story for such a huge fandom anyway, but I decided to venture to ff.net instead and there I found "Harry Potter and the Man of Unknown" by Gypsy Silverleaf. The story's almost 25 years old, written around the time Book 3 came out, and it was fascinating to go back to a time when nobody really knew which way these books would go. Should do that more often! It is a fast-paced story featuring a torn OC that very much reminds me of Severus, so I almost felt at home. XD Enjoyable read for the start!

23. Take your fandom to work AU

Tbh, I didn't even know what that was. XD This trope is not a thing in HP and so I had to venture into another fandom. Being face-to-face with the list of stories being tagged with this trope, I decided to choose a Supernatural fic because I at least know that source material. ^^ So I read "Engineering Dreams" by darkwings17 and let me tell you, this Destiel fic is adorable! I loved their bickering and seeing them as a happy couple planning their dream house, it just gave me all the warm and fuzzy feelings.

18. BIPOC main character

To be honest: I initially planned on using this story for the Historical AU prompt but when I wanted to tackle the BIPOC main character prompt I couldn't find a story that hooked me or in which Hermione being of color was important enough to make it fit the prompt. It should at least have some impact on the story if the story is to fulfill this prompt, shouldn't it? That's why I decided to switch the prompt for this story. ^^ So, I was skimming the historical AU section and what got me interested was "White Lies" by dannihowell. It is - finally! - a Snamione and I was hooked within the first few paragraphs. dannihowell has a beautiful way of writing and I loved the story they've woven. Although Hermione is passing as white in this story, her heritage has a huge influence on her life and how she's being treated and I was incredibly happy for her when she - Well, look for yourself. 😉

8. Historical AU

So, my change of plans returned me to skimming the Historical AU tag and honestly, I wasn't exactly thrilled about that. 🙈 I'm not a fan of historical stories. Not just historical AUs in fanfiction, historical stories in general. I hated everything about History class and that feeling of being bored to tears never left me. So I decided to get this prompt done quickly and began skimming the tag (again) and what got me hooked this time was "A Life in the County" by PixieKisses. It is Snamione as well, a lovely one-shot taking place during World War II, and I loved how they depicted the situation back then and how the characters we know fell into place in the story. Would have loved to read a bunch of chapters more. ^^ So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm somehow glad for this prompt because I wouldn't have read the last two stories otherwise, and maaaybe it has a teeny-tiny bit healed my inner child being bored to tears in History class. 😂

3. Multi-chapter fic

I was already reading this story when I got my bingo card but since this is about the comments first and foremost and not the reading, I decided that I could use it to fill this spot. ^^ The story is "Rapture of the Deep" by nocturn and let me tell you, this story is amazing! So many creative tidbits that I've never seen before, an impeccable characterisation of our lovelies and a conspiracy to boot. Tbh, I didn't understand everything that was going on conspiracy-wise but that's a me problem. I'm pants at understanding that sort of stuff, my brain just can't connect the dots, it doesn't work. 🙈 But that gives me a perfect reason to reread the story one day and I know that I will enjoy it tremendously.

So far for now. I'm even more excited for the stories that are yet to come after finding so many interesting reads I wouldn't have read otherwise.

The only thing I'm a bit at a loss right now is the small fandom. Can somebody recommend me a fandom to look into? My brain's possessed by HP and everything I remember liking lately has way more than 1000 fics already. Says a lot about my taste but doesn't help me with my card. 😂 So please drop me a comment if you're in a fandom that needs more attention! 💚

#summer fic reading challenge #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #fic recs

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percywinchester27 · 4 years

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Worth it

Word count: 1.7K

Pairing: Dean X Castiel, Coffee shop AU

Warnings: Fluffy and cute!

Square filled: Ship

Summary: Dean Winchester owns the beloved coffee shop in town, and he loves that his life is predictable, until a certain blue eyed man walks into his shop and his life.

A/N: This is my first entry for the @sdavid09‘s Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge. Please let me know what you think!

If there was one thing that could be said about Dean Winchester with absolute certainty, it was that he loved making his customers happy. If you visited his coffee shop, you left satisfied and appreciated. This was why his little coffee shop was so loved by everyone who visited. The coffee was always good, but so was the morning after being greeted by him.

Dean knew everyone in the little town and everyone knew him. Here, he lived his life with satisfaction and without many surprises. He liked it that way, too.

That was true until on Saturday, 20th of August, when the guy in the Trench coat walked in.

Even if Dean hadn’t immediately known that he was new to this place, the man’s awkward mannerism would have been enough to point it out.

He glanced around the shop and then walked to the counter, holding his hands clumsily at his side, as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“A coffee to go please?” His voice was deep and low pitched. It was funny that Dean even noticed it, since he was awestruck looking into his deep blue eyes. It was a stunning color. He could take a swim in that, he thought to himself, embarrassed.

“What would you like?” Dean managed, forcing himself to concentrate and not be flustered.

“Just black,” the man smiled nervously. “I don’t know much about all these fancy names.”

Dean controlled his urge to laugh. He personally did believe that the long and ridiculous coffee names sounded better on exotic plants in botanical gardens.

“What name shall I put on the cup?”

“Oh.” The man looked startled to be asked such an obvious question. “Castiel.”

“I’ll be right back with you, sir.”

Dean decided to get Castiel his favourite brew. Barely anyone asked for it; he just kept it on the pot for himself, to unwind at the end of the day.

“Here you go!” Dean handed him the cup.

Castiel smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you for not making me go through the hundred options. I’m new here, and this is the first coffee shop I found.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Dean was secretly glad that his shop was at the centre of the town’s main square.

Castiel waved at him before leaving.

For the rest of the day Dean found himself humming and smiling for no particular reason.

He looked up expectantly each time the door opened the next day. Each time, when it turned out to be someone other than Castiel, he felt a small pang of disappointment.

An hour before the closing time, after Dean had given up hopes of ever seeing him again in his life, the bell at the door rang and Castiel stepped in, wet and annoyed at the rain pouring outside.

His face did break into a smile at the sight of Dean, and Dean found himself hoping against hope.

“That had to be the best cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted in my life,” Castiel said, running his hands through his wet hair. “What did you put in it?”

There were a lot of corny things Dean could have said, he settled for just a smile. “If I tell you, you won’t keep coming back here.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” Cas said. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

Soon the whole town was buzzing about this real estate developer who had come in to scope the place, with his rough voice and ocean eyes; who wanted to turn the town into something altogether new. What better place to exchange gossip than town’s favourite coffee shop?

For most part, Dean didn’t comment on anyone’s opinion, just provided them with a sympathetic ear. From what he had heard so far, the people weren’t exactly opposed to the development. Just wary. And who could blame them for not wanting to trust a stranger after being a closed community for such a long time.

Personally, Dean didn’t believe that Castiel had any intentions of selling the whole town out. He didn’t look the sort. But what did Dean know? Maybe it wasn’t his brain, just his love-struck heart that was constructing all his opinions.

“Here you go,” Dean handed Castiel his coffee to go on his twenty-sixth day. Yes, Dean remembered the number of days. It was all very pathetic.

Castiel grinned at the name. “This says Cas on it!”

“You don’t like it?” Dean asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s nothing like that,” he said. “I’ve just never had anyone call me that.”

That was weird. What sort of people had he surrounded himself with, who couldn’t catch the obvious nickname?

“You can call me, Cas, though,” he said quickly. “I like it.”

“Alright, then Cas,” Dean said, smirking slowly. “You have a good day.”

Cas waved and headed out the door.

“What was that?”

It was Charlie. One of Dean’s regulars at the shop and his closest friend outside of it.

“Nothing,” he muttered, turning away so she wouldn’t spot the blood rising up to his cheeks. “We were just chatting.”

“That’s not chatting,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “Where I come from, it’s called flirting.”

“I don’t even know if he’s interested,” Dean huffed. No point keeping it from her. She would sniff out the barely concealed crush anyway.

Charlie reached out to ruffle his hair. “And you won’t if you don’t ask.”

Later that night, Dean was cleaning up after the last customer had left, when Cas came in. His hair was dishevelled, as if he had run his fingers through it repeatedly and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. It quickened Dean’s heartbeat to look at him.

“Are you closed? I’m so sorry for coming in this late.” He looked dejected. “But I didn't know where else to go.”

“C’mon in,” Dean said, sliding a chair towards him. “Is everything okay?”

Cas bit his lip. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, agitated. “I don’t think any of my ideas are welcome here. The town folks don’t even want to listen to me. Maybe I should just give up.”

“That’s just plain stupid.”

Cas looked up, eyes startled.

“Look,” Dean said. “I’ve lived here all my life. Sure the people are stubborn as hell, but they aren’t idiots. They’ll see a good scheme if you keep at it. Are you trying to dupe them?”

The shocked look on Cas’s face was almost comical. “God, no. I would never.”

“Then you just have to convince them that.”

Dean wasn’t sure if he was making any headway with this handsome man. Cas’s eyes were like an open book and they didn’t look very convinced right now.

“This is a small town,” Dean tried. “These guys have all grown up together. They might have a hard time accepting outsiders, but give them time, they’ll come around.”

“You really think so?” The hope in his voice was almost desperate.

“Sure do.”

Cas placed his hand over Dean’s. “Thank you, truly.”

Dean could barely string the words together without fumbling over the contact of their fingers. “Don’t mention it, man.”

He watched over the next few weeks as town folk were slowly intrigued and then interested in Cas’s plan. He wasn’t out to demolish their houses and heritage like they had initially thought he was. In fact, the new town planning scheme would ensure more income and profit for everyone, including a small residential settlement in a property that was otherwise completely wasted.

In about a month's time, Cas had suddenly become everyone’s favourite. Dean was happy for him, of course, but it did put a damper on his plans to ask him out. Afterall, Cas had better company now and he was busier than before.

“You’re going to be a mooning single man forever if you keep this shit up.” Charlie put her hands up. “I’m just saying.”

Dean sighed. “It’s not the right time.”

“There’s no such thing,” she retaliated, picking up her latte. “And you’re just stalling at this point.”

No, I’m not, Dean wanted to say. He didn’t, though.

“All I’m saying is- if you saw the way he looked at you when you weren’t looking…” Charlie blew him a kiss and left for a table.

Cas was bright eyed today as he stepped forward for his drink and Dean’s heart skipped a beat. “The usual?” he asked.

“Yeah… Dean, wait a second.” Cas made sure that he wasn’t holding up the line. “I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

What?

“You’ve been the only friend I had here. Listening to me and giving me advice.”

“You don’t have to thank me for it.” He really did have the most beautiful eyes.

“It’s not just that.... Dean?”

Dean looked up. “Yeah?”

Cas seemed to hesitate. “It’s nothing…”

Dean poured the brew in the cup and put on the lid. There was a slight tremble to his fingers and a ‘now or never’ feeling in his gut as he clutched the sharpie.

“Thank you!” Cas said, taking the cup, a regretful smile on his face.

Dean followed Cas’s figure with eager eyes, when Cas stopped at the door. He turned slowly on the spot, then stared at Dean with wide eyes.

“Do you really mean this?” He asked, holding out the cup.

Instead of his name, the side of the cup read, ‘Will you go out with me?’

Dean’s heart was pounding against his ribs. “I do.”

“Yes, yes!” Cas exulted a bit wildly, “I’ve been meaning to ask since day one. I just didn’t know you were interested.”

“It translates into- both of you are really dumb,” Charlie supplied. There was a loud cheer from everyone present and Dean looked around surprised.

“We’ve been waiting for this for weeks!” Said another regular. When Dean eyed her, she jabbed him in the arm. “Everyone but the two of you knew.”

There was a lot of blushing and a hurried, ‘I’ll see you in the evening’ from Cas, before he left, forgetting his coffee altogether. As for Dean, he had never waited for an evening with so much eagerness.

The next morning, waking up in Cas’s arms, he would know that he had all been worth it.

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A/N 2: Hope I didn’t suck at this as much as I thought! Please let me know what you think <3

Tagging: @sdavid09 @mrswhozeewhatsis @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (cause you’ve been after me for ages for Destiel) literally don’t know who else to tag

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the-abominable-hulk · 5 years

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As sad as this is it doesn’t need to be a bad thing!

We’re going to get some extra time to hold onto our boys 🥺😍🥺

And out of this is born....

2020 Supernatural Shutdown Bingo

With all of the schools ending and everything going on everyone seems to have a lot of extra time suddenly, and why not try to make something creative, and positive out of that?!?

As of now I don’t have much info about it, but by this time next week all of the info should be out there!! If you may be interested let me know, so I can add you to the tag list!!

Or if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask! edit: take a peek at @2020-supernatural-shutdown-bingo for more information!

#supernatural #spn #jack kline #sam winchester #dean winchester #lio speaks #2020 supernatural shutdown bingo #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanart #sastiel #destiel #sabriel #debriel #drowley

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lifblogs · 4 years

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Banned Together Bingo 2020 | Pansexual Acts

Loving the Soul

Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Pairing: Destiel Word Count: 634 Summary: Dean takes Castiel out to a bar, and Castiel realizes that along with loving humanity, he loves Dean. WARNINGS: None TAGS: POV Castiel, Drinking, Alcohol, Explicit Sex, Anal Sex, Pansexual Castiel, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester

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Dean had taken Castiel to a bar. It was a grimy bar, except for the counter, which looked like it was cleaned with a religious fervor every minute.

It probably was. The owner seemed very proud despite the rowdy customers.

Castiel sighed as whiskey was placed in front of him. Dean was already downing his.

“Dean, what are we doing here?”

“Fun.”

Castiel looked around at the dark walls, taking in all the noise, the people wearing rugged clothing, or not enough clothing. The drunken laughter, the swears, the pool balls getting hit with long wooden cues.

“I don’t think this matches the definition of fun.”

Dean just pushed his drink closer to him, so it was right at Cas’ chest.

“It is if you want to get some.”

Castiel tilted his head, squinting his eyes at his friend.

“I don’t understand what you mean by get some.” On the last two words he held up air quotes.

Dean rolled his eyes.

“You know… Sex.”

“No, I don’t know.”

Again with the eye rolling.

“Cas, just have a drink. Cool down. Maybe meet some people.”

So Cas picked up his drink and downed it in one go. It didn’t matter how much he drank, for the most part. He’d found out years ago that it took drinking an entire liquor store to get him “smashed,” as Dean would say.

Dean was eyeing him quizzically, and with the alcohol burning in him, and leaving a sensual heat on his lips like he’d been thoroughly kissed, he realized how much he liked looking at Dean. Staring at him, being with him, talking to him. And just… taking in his presence. The feel of his soul. It was beautiful, though he didn’t have the pure soul of a virgin. His was dripping in sex, absolutely saturated with layers upon layers of pleasure and careful pain, and the heat and feel of bodies against each other, in each other, writhing…

Castiel flushed, and blinked, realizing that there was now pressure in between his legs.

Dean just smirked, as if he knew what was happening in his body.

Castiel did his best to ignore him, and looked around again.

Many of the women there were beautiful. Perhaps not his type, but their low cut shirts and crop tops really did draw the eye. There was one woman, a brunette with wavy hair, the purple crop top she was wearing showing the perfect curve of her waist. In a strange, human-like moment, Castiel wondered what it would be like to put his hand on her waist.

But no, he wasn’t here with her. Or any of the other people.

He was here with Dean.

oOoOo

An hour later, to Castiel’s great surprise, he was in bed with Dean, riding him hard, watching Dean moan, and writhe beneath him. Castiel was in him, deep, and Dean was so hot around him. His skin was soaked in sweat, and his chest up to his cheeks were flushed red. And his cock, his gorgeous cock that Castiel hadn’t known he’d wanted to see, was swollen with arousal, and twitching and throbbing with pleasure. Castiel knew. He had a hand on it, stroking, pumping, trying to pull from Dean what Dean had told him was an orgasm.

In a way, Castiel did know about orgasms. He’d put Dean’s body back together. He was inhabiting a human body. He’d watched over humans as God had wished. He knew their bodies.

And to him, he realized, gender didn’t matter either way. If Dean were a girl. Fine. Transgender? (He’d heard the word before, and had Googled it to find out what it meant.) Fine.

It didn’t matter whatever labels or body Dean was in. Because in that body, that essence, was his soul.

And Castiel loved it.

#Banned Together Bingo 2020 #BannedTogetherBingo2020 #Supernatural #SPN #Supernatural fanfiction #SPN fanfiction #Destiel #Destiel fanfiction #nsft

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navajolovesdestiel · 5 years

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A Night To Remember

Written for the Dean and Cas Bingo - square is Escort AU.

“Big night, huh?” Castiel nodded. “It is. I think I’m getting fired tonight.” Dean looked at him, then back to the road. “You’re getting fired? You, don’t seem very upset.” Castiel chuckled. “Not in the slightest. I’m looking forward to it. I hate that place.” Dean was confused, to say the least. “If you hate it so much, why didn’t you just quit?” “It’s complicated.”

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javocjovian · 5 years

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Sarasaurusrex’s Kink Bingo Progress 2020

I’m so excited to start a new year of SPN Kink Bingo! It’s what got me back into the SPN community and writing fanfiction as a whole ♥ ♥ ♥ It’s been a crazy year and I looking forward to another!

Here’s my progress so far:

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In Charge | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Vibrators Ship: Samwitch (Soulless Sam x Queen of Hell Rowena) Tags: Dom/Top!Rowena, Sub/Bottom!Sam, Pegging, Magic Bondage, Discipline, Dildos, Vibrators, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Scratching, Slapping, Edging, Cunniligous, Face-sitting, Kissing, Rimming, Lube, Buttplugs Summary: Sam Winchester pays the Queen of Hell a visit, but his request isn’t what the Queen expected—It’s much, much better.

No Rest For The Wicked | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Tentacle Kink Ship: Sam x the Empty Tags: Tentacle/Goo Monster, Sam is swallowed by goo, Sensory Deprivation, Multiple Orgasms, All The Way In, Deepthroating, Milking, Sounding, Knotting, Slick, Beta!Sam Summary: Sam makes an unexpected deal with the Empty to free Cas. Is Sam in over his head, or is he actually a massive pervert? (Spoiler alert: he’s both)

Breaking Point Chapter 1 | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Omega Verse Ship: Samifer Warning: NON-CON Tags: Alpha/Bottom Sam x Beta/Top Lucifer, Rape, Bondage, Public Mating, Multiple Orgasms, Hell, Demons Summary: Sam is kidnapped by Lucifer who wants him as his vessel and his mate. Unfortunately, Lucifer can’t take either without permission. Will Sam break and say yes, or will he be saved? Chapter 2 | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Clothing Sharing Ship: Sabriel Warning: referenced Samifer rape and torture Tags: Trauma, Pain, Mild blood/injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grace Healing, Protective Gabriel, Masturbation, Shame, Alpha!Sam, A/B/O dynamics Summary: Gabriel has raised Sam from Hell after being kidnapped by Lucifer, but Sam struggles to deal with the aftermath.The trauma he endured is overwhelming, he isn’t sure if he can trust the presumably dead Gabriel, and the torture has sent Sam’s body into rut.

Chapter 3 | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Clothing Sharing Ship: Sabriel Warning: referenced Samifer rape and torture Tags: Trauma, Pain, Mild blood/injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grace Healing, Protective Gabriel, Masturbation, Shame, Alpha!Sam, A/B/O dynamics Summary: Sam struggles to deal with both his trauma and his rut, and is forced to make a difficult decision regarding Gabriel. Luckily, Gabriel is the one Archangel who truly cares for Sam.

No Rest For The Wicked | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Bondage Ship: Dean x Deacon (Folsom Prison Blues) Tags: Bondage, Handcuffs, Prison Sex, Discipline, implied pre-series Dean x Deacon, Age gap, no underage, Consensual Summary: Dean’s decision to take a job in a prison had absolutely nothing to do with Dean’s crush on their dad’s old friend, Deacon. Nothing at all. Nope.

At the Touch of a Button - Art | tumblr | Twitter | Square: BDSM Ship: Mooseley Tags: Fanart

Black Magic | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Choking Ship: Sam x Rowena Tags: top/Alpha!Rowena x bottom/Alpha!Sam, Pegging, Knotting Dildos, Dirty Talk, Choking, Breathplay, Hair-pulling Summary: What happens when Sam accidentally reveals his darkest fantasy?

Once in Purgatory, Twice on Earth | tumblr | AO3 | Square: First Kiss Ship: Dean x Benny Tags: Drabble, Purgatory, post-Purgatory, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Relationship Summary: A short drabble on how Dean and Benny shared their first kiss—and more importantly, what happened after.

Something Wicked This Way Cums | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Nipple Play Ship: Wincest Tags: Nipple Clamps, Edging, Semi-Public Teasing, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Exhibitionism(sort of) Summary: Sam convinces Dean to go to a Halloween party by making a bet: If he can make it through the whole night without touching himself, he can fuck Sam afterward. The catch? Sam knows that Dean has a kink, and Sam fully intends to exploit it all night long.

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2019 SPN Kink Bingo Masterlist 2019 SPN ABO Bingo Masterlist

#spnkinkbingo #spn kink bingo 2020 #supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #My writing #archive of our own #my art #Fanart #sarasaurusrex #Destiel #wincest #sabriel #samifer #samwitch #Sam Winchester x The Empty #dean x deacon #sam x crowley #Mooseley

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