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deancasforcutie · 6 months

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While we’re I’llJustWaitHereThen.mp3 for Act Two of The Winchesters -or rather thee reboot, which should be known for the extra high bar it’s gained this year- I’d like us to round off 2023 considering a song choice from the finale I haven’t seen discussed, but illuminates Dean’s path going forward.

The moment Dean, Jack, Bobby, and Baby disappear, “One of These Things First” by Nick Drake plays. For the curious, Nick Drake is ingrained in the cultural consciousness as a precursor to the likes of Kurt Cobain and Elliott Smith for his musical talent, melancholic lyrics drawn from a troubled life, and (at 26, one year too young for the original 27 Club of Jimi Janis Jim Morrison) untimely tragic death.

Such allusions seem all too pertinent to our not-so-Mystery Man who’d also sooner burn out than fade away, huh? But first and foremost, “One of These Things First” here evokes the multiverse reveal - playing over scenes of Lata helping restore Ada’s soul and Mary and Samuel parting. The characters could be any number of things, but as Mary says of her possible alternate selves, “I’m gonna make my own”; with the meta knowledge that Dean is “picking the music” non-diegetically, this track’s relevance to his own life (and death) becomes apparent.

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book

From the start we see well-chosen lyrics for thee episode of Dean “Hello Sailor” Winchester; it goes without saying, here and in the series’ deafeningly loud negative space, how Dean’s desire to be “a real live lover” drives his search for happy endings in this Supernatural Romance. Genius.com notes that “a book” in Nick Drake’s metaphor means “someone who spent their time gaining knowledge about the world”; leaving them his own book, evidently a record of Supernatural’s main events and likely intended as a setup for revelations about his postseries shenanigans, Dean becomes their absent guide opposite John’s original series role through his journal.

I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock

Following lyrics about metaphorical objects also evoke Dean’s role as a guide - but given his view that “I think I did” find a model for his found family’s happiness in them, it goes both ways (and so does he).

I could be here and now I would be, I should be, but how?

These last few lyrics played in the episode call to mind the final undying core of Dean’s self-doubt: his inability to move on, like so many restless spirits parallel him. Dean’s sensation that he is not “here and now,” being unstuck in time and lamenting that he’s “already dead,” highlights his distance from the lead characters and their sense of closure - as does his use of the James Hetfield alias as a false name, dodging the central question of Who You Are. For all his heroism, Dean’s role as the central mystery never fully solved implicates him as the haunting force derailing another story into his own as much as any reality-warping trauma parasites.

Minding all these exhortations to mind the gap, it’s absolutely relevant that the episode omits a second verse centering on romantic longings. (It wouldn’t be the first time - “So on your woman and your child/You release your bitterness,” anyone?)

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more I could have been your statue, could have been your friend A whole long lifetime could have been the end

Mary and Samuel’s exchange (“Be safe out there” “I love you too, kiddo”) continues the theme of Just Saying It before any goodbye - acknowledging you can say “I love you” without saying it and be understood. But apropos of everything, the romantic pair never exchanges what they promise they will on reuniting - at once begging the same question as Dean’s aborted love confession(s) to Cas (indicting the heteronormative double standard that makes the answer “obvious” here) and keeping their promise of no goodbyes, meaning “Ramble On” with its tale of a romantic reunion can only refer to one yet to come.

So with Dean left to learn that death is no goodbye for him either, The Winchesters reaffirms Supernatural’s humanistic heart: the conviction that -whether for great artists we romanticize or fictional characters representing our values- we need not mythologize and bemoan death as “robbing” the world of someone’s promise at the expense of affirming the intrinsically worthy human life as they are now and forever (we will all live forever no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be). A life cut tragically short was still a life worth living, and its legacy one worth carrying on. And I can think of no truth more apt from the series cut short at 13 traxx we will nevertheless replay and remix and resonate with for years to come.

As we ramble on to future installments, I reiterate: “If you had the chance to do it all over again, would you?” “I followed my heart. I don’t think that’s ever a mistake.”

#consider this my ''sleep well'' to the other coolest queer show I know #just heard Ramble On ONCE AGAIN on the car radio the universe is tryna tell me something!#the winchesters #it's underrated due for a reboot #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #destiel #spn meta #spnwin 1.13 #mine

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waywardxwords · 9 months

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Healing Wounds

Summary: Sequel to Empty - It had been close to a year since your run-in with Sam Winchester. You had spent the time hunting recklessly, which landed you in a predicament you didn’t think you could escape from. This tells the story of seeing Sam once more after his soul has been restored.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of vomit/nausea (no description), blood, Supernatural-y things (vamps), heartbreak (but fixing it with fluff), angsty, very limited talk about mental health and personal struggles

A/N: There may be one final part in this. I felt like there was too much to cover in one part. But this also wraps up all of the angst from Empty. Let me know what you think! And if you'd like to see this storyline continue at all :) Thanks in advance!

The first phone call came about eight months after you had seen Sam.

“Hello?” You answered, unsure of the number that had called you. But in the world of hunting, you always answered. Hunters were known to work their way through cell phones or have burners as back-up.

But this was a voice you had willed yourself to forget over the last eight months. Your name fell in a gentle murmur from his lips, but it sounded bitter to your ear. “It’s, uh, it’s Sam,” he cleared his throat in a way that told you he was uncomfortable making this phone call.

“Sam,” you said curtly. Your friend and hunting partner, Alicia McCaffrey, looked at you with wide eyes.

“Hang up that damn phone,” she muttered through gritted teeth as she followed you into the motel room and closed the door behind her.

You wanted to, really–you did. But somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Are you and Dean alright?” You asked firmly. You had learned that just a few months after your run-in with Sam, Dean had gotten back in the game. Bobby had filled you in on a call he had made to ask you about a hunt you had been on. Dean had tried to reach out twice to see you, but he could tell by the sound of your voice and shortness of your responses, you weren’t willing to come back to hunt with the Winchester duo.

“Y-Yeah,” he stumbled over his words–and here again, he sounded different. But you knew better. You had witnessed it for yourself. “We’re fine, we’re okay,” you were able to breathe a little easier. There was a pause on his end, and you didn’t understand why. “God, this is so hard to explain over the phone. There’s…there’s so much I wanna say…” his voice fell off again.

“Sam, I don’t really have time for this–” your heart raced against your sternum.

“I know, I know I don’t deserve it. Please, just let me explain–” it was your turn to cut him off.

“Sam, all I want is for you to lose my number,” the words felt angry as they left your mouth. As much as it still hurt, you pulled the phone from your ear and hit ‘End’.

It had been months since you had heard from Sam Winchester. Months of reckless hunting, which wasn’t usually your style. But you had a hard time caring anymore. The heartache from your one night rendezvous with the youngest Winchester had wrecked you in ways you didn’t realize were possible.

Alicia McCaffrey had become one of your closest friends, but even she had to take a step back. “You’re dangerous,” she had breathed one night after a hunt. “I can’t keep putting myself in life or death situations with you, kid.” You knew she was right–she didn’t deserve to be put in precarious circumstances because you had gotten your heart broken. Hell, she had even warned you that she thought it was a bad idea. Had you trusted your gut, even you knew it was the wrong decision. Sam wasn’t the same man you had known, and yet you went through with it anyway. You would be paying the price for the rest of your life, even if that would be a short time.

So you hunted alone now. It was for the best. You avoided the phone calls from Bobby, and anyone else you knew from that past life because you refused to open up the book of pain. You no longer cared if another hunter was calling you for help, the emotions were too overwhelming: hurt, pain, embarrassment…

With a quick shift of your wrist, your blade slashed through a vampire’s neck. You didn’t even flinch as his head rolled–eyes wide open as he had a moment to process his demise.

“You bitch,” an older vampire spat in your direction as his body moved quicker than you could turn. He caught the spot on your neck in an instant. The shrill pain of his fangs as they gnawed through your warm flesh elicited a scream from your lips. Without hesitation, you reached in your back pocket and very quickly popped the plastic cap off before you smashed the syringe into the side of his neck. He pulled back from you with a shriek as he stumbled.

“Dead man’s blood, asshole,” you grumbled as your fingertips pressed to the wet spot on your neck. It almost felt like you could feel your pulse through the blood and torn flesh. You shook the white spots from your vision and didn’t falter as you swung your machete across his neck. For a moment, you were disappointed. You could hear others coming down the hall of the abandoned estate–their chatter and growling echoed along the halls and bounced off of the marble floors.

You weren’t sure why you were disappointed. For months now, you had been living life on the edge–like Alicia had said before she left, “You have a death wish, kid. And I’m not stickin’ around for you to see it through.” So wasn’t this it? Wasn’t this what you had wanted? You thought the answer was yes, so why did it feel so wrong now that you were practically staring Death in the face?

With a quick breath, you tried to swallow past the lump of emotion bubbling in your throat. You pulled your fingers from the spot on your neck that leaked with more blood every time your heart reverberated against your chest. With narrowed eyes, you stared down the hallway where the other vamps were swiftly approaching. After a few rotations of your machete, you took one last breath. “Come and get me!” The words fell from your lips in a hasty yell.

But then, something happened. Just beyond the heavy double doors made of a dark wood, you heard screaming; slashing. You gulped once, then twice…and then the doors opened.

In your heart, you had a sinking idea who stood behind those doors. But at the same time, you didn’t think they cared enough. Or maybe that he cared enough.

Even beyond the spots in your eyes and the darkness of the room around you, you noticed Sam’s jaw tighten as his eyes moved over your frame. From the distant look across your face–the one that told him you weren’t happy to see him–to the blood still dripping from the crook of your neck just above your collarbone. Without thinking, he moved forward towards you. He didn’t miss the way your body flinched as he moved, but he forced it out of his head as his machete clanked to the ground and echoed around your bodies.

“Don’t,” you muttered through gritted teeth. He stopped, only for a moment. “Don’t touch me.” You managed once more as his large hands moved fallen strands of hair away from your neck so he could get a better look at your open wound.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed with furrowed brows and a look in his eyes that took you by surprise. The way his eyes moved between yours, it made you pause–was that…was that the light that you were so desperately searching for the last time you encountered Sam? “I have to look at it, okay?” His voice was just above a whisper.

Anger rumbled in the pit of your stomach, but seemed to quiet down at the specks of glint you saw all of a sudden. You knew he was right; you had been seeing spots ever since that vamp snacked on your jugular, or so it felt. You managed a small nod.

With maybe a second passing, he moved. One hand cradled the side of your face while the other tilted your head a bit, so it relaxed in the feeling of his hand. His eyes moved over the injury as he quickly reached away with both hands to take off his flannel covering a sweat-stained gray undershirt. You wanted to vomit when his hands left your skin, and that made you angry again. “How dare you just waltz in here like a fucking knight in shining armor,” you hadn’t realized your mouth had picked up on your brain’s thoughts and instead of having an internal dialogue, you had spoken them out loud. Oh well…at least he knew how you felt now, if he hadn’t already.

Sam’s eyes moved to yours swiftly. He nodded once, then twice before he ducked his head to look at the ground. “Sorry will never be enough,” he murmured. His head moved back so he could look at you once more. He didn’t say anything before he took his flannel and pressed it to your neck with a pressure that made you hiss in pain and squeeze your eyes closed. “I know,” he continued. “We gotta keep pressure on it…” his voice trailed off as Dean spoke up.

“I know there’s a lotta shit happening right now,” he said as he looked around the abandoned space. “But we gotta keep moving. I don’t think that’s the last of the nest and we’re fightin’ an uphill battle. We’ll come back later, but let’s get you cleaned up.” He nodded to you–Dean’s way of saying ‘hello’.

Going with the Winchesters was the last thing you would ever decide to do at this moment–well, maybe not the last thing. It was settled on the list just above getting eaten by a vamp. But your options were limited, and you felt yourself feeling more and more lightheaded the longer your neck bled.

“Fine,” you managed as you followed them back to the Impala. Sam kept his distance, and you were thankful for that. As you climbed into the backseat, Sam hesitated by the door but got the message when you pulled it closed behind you. He settled for the front seat while Dean drove.

As you headed to whatever motel they were staying in, you repeated in your head: Get in, get cleaned up, have Dean take you back to your motel. Get in, get out. Get in…get out…

Your eyes watched as the yellow light from street poles moved past the car on the drive. Tears and emotion prickled the back of your eyes and throat, but you pushed them away. You’d be damned if you let Sam Winchester get under your skin again. Fool you once, shame on him. But fool you twice…

It was only a few minutes before the Impala shifted into park in the lot of a seedy highway motel. You internally groaned when you realized you recognized this seedy highway motel–it was the same one you had been crashing at for the last two nights. They must’ve gotten in that day, because there was no way you wouldn’t have noticed the Impala.

The ride had been silent, which made you realize that Dean must also know about what happened between you and Sam all those nights ago. That made your stomach flip flop even more than before–embarrassment crept up into your chest and face. Trying to brush it off was useless, but you still attempted. You pulled the car door handle open before Sam could try to help and brushed by him.

“Assuming you guys have a med kit here?” The bleeding had slowed to a stop, which you were thankful for because it meant the damage was mostly cosmetic and everything important was still intact.

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Dean chuckled as he closed the driver side door. “We got you covered. It’s, uh…it’s good to see you.” He nodded as his eyes lingered over you–you couldn’t be sure what he was looking for, or maybe even seeing. But you felt like his eyes were full of pity and sympathy, which made you nauseous again.

“Yeah,” you nodded, not able to return the sentiment. “If we could get this over with, that’d be great. I have things to do.”

Dean led the way to the door of their motel room. Sam kept his distance, but you could feel his gaze again. His hands shoved into the front pockets of his dark jeans.

“Where ya staying?” Dean asked nonchalantly as he put the key card in the slot to unlock their door.

You took a moment before answering. “Here. Just down the hall,” your words were soft. You didn’t really want to share that information with them.

Dean nodded but didn’t seem surprised. There weren’t too many motels just off the highway, which was what the Winchesters always booked. In that realization, you wanted to kick yourself. Even though you hadn’t meant to, you were still following their rules of hunting. “Stay just off the highway so you can peel out quick if shit hits the fan,” Dean’s words echoed through your brain.

Dean nodded as the door opened and you followed him inside, Sam just behind you. “I gotta go pick something up,” you knew Dean was just trying to find an excuse to leave. Before you could argue, he tossed the med kit from the small bathroom onto one of the beds and hurried back to the door. “I’ll be back a bit later. Sammy will get you cleaned up.”

Before a word could flow from your brain to your lips, Dean was out the door. You closed your eyes for a minute and bit down hard on the inside of your lip—so hard, you thought you tasted blood.

He had the audacity to utter your name, and it made you want to scream.

“Don’t you dare say my name like that,” you gritted through the words. “You don’t get to talk to me anymore. Seriously.” You glanced around the room in his silence, and headed back for the door. “I have my own med kit, I can do it myself.�� You muttered.

“Please, don’t go,” while everything inside of you told you to keep walking, the conviction and pain in his voice made your feet stop moving. “Please. I’m begging you. I just need a few minutes to explain. Let me take care of you and explain everything from the last year and a half, and then if you still want to leave, I won’t stand in your way.”

Against your better judgment, your feet moved to turn back to face him. You could see the same emotions on his face—the anguish, in typical Sam Winchester fashion. “Let me take care of you,” his words echoed internally and stung almost as much as the cool air that was about to hit the gash on your neck.

“You have five minutes,” you said carefully as you walked to the edge of the bed and pulled Sam’s flannel away from your skin. You winced as the fabric pulled at the already drying wound.

If you had blinked, you would have missed the way Sam’s jaw tightened and how his eyes traced a path from the wound on your neck to your eyes and back.

His hands opened the med kit; as he began to work, he spoke softly. “Cas pulled me out of Lucifer’s cage. But when he got me out, my soul got left behind,” your eyes darted to his face as he poured antiseptic onto a cotton pad.

“Your soul?” You asked, his eyes glued to the cotton pad as he focused on working.

He nodded once as he brought the pad to your neck. He hesitated for a second. “Yeah, my soul. This is gonna sting, okay?” He asked carefully. He waited for you to nod before he placed the pad, cool from the antiseptic, onto your skin. Your face contorted for a minute and you swallowed the hiss that threatened to escape. “I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what. I didn’t know how I got out of the cage or what was wrong with me. I just felt…numb.”

So far, nothing Sam had said swayed your judgment or how you felt. Sam understood that by your silence. Nevertheless, he continued working on your wound.

“Dean got back in, and then Cas…and that’s when we realized my soul was just gone,” he moved on to unwrap some packing gauze and broke his train of thought. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches, just a surface wound. You okay if I pack it and tape it up?”

You managed a nod and looked down a bit so your hair fell into your face. Sam’s fingers grazed your chin so gently, you weren’t sure you felt it until you saw his hand.

“Sorry, gotta get the right angle,” he cleared his throat. He brushed your hair over your shoulder and went back to work. “I remember everything now,” he started again and pulled his gaze away from your eyes. He busied his fingers with the packing gauze, but you could tell it was so he wouldn’t have to look directly into your eyes. “I didn’t right away…it’s kind of a long story. But I would get glimpses of memories and things that happened when I didn’t have my soul. And I saw you…and that night…” his voice trailed off.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you cut him off before your words were swallowed by emotions—emotions you had tried so hard not to feel for all of these months. You were on your feet pushing past his broad frame before he could say another word. “I’m not doing this, Sam. I’m not going to sit here and have some bullshit heart to heart about what happened. I can’t.”

Sam stood immediately but he didn’t approach—he knew better than that. “I know I don’t deserve it. God, I know…”

“Do you?” You spat back. This time, the emotion broke through. Everything you had fought so hard to swallow came tumbling back. “Do you know how hard it was when I watched you jump into the cage? Or how I mourned you and the loss of the person I considered my best friend? Or how about how the entire time I hunted with you I wanted so desperately for you to want me the way I wanted you?” You wondered if you would regret the words, but you couldn’t stop them. Nor could you stop the angry tears that began to pool in your eyes and spill just over the edge. The look on his face remained the same—pained. “How amazing it was when I saw you standing in the bar that night? And then how hurt I was when I realized you had been back for ten months and didn’t call? But then you wanted me…and you had me,” your voice fell and you could no longer look into his eyes. “And then you left.” Your voice was so low, you weren’t sure if he had heard you.

Sam couldn’t stand in one spot anymore. He moved to you so quickly, it took you by surprise. You could tell by the way he moved his arms he wanted to touch you, but he refrained.

“I know that saying sorry means absolutely nothing right now,” he said slowly, carefully. “But I am so incredibly sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sorry about anything before in my life.” His words dripped with an emotion you had never heard from him before. You thought he might cry—and you had never seen Sam Winchester cry. “If I could change it—”

“I know,” you cut him off with your eyes closed, only allowing more tears to slip through the cracks. “You would take it back. I know. It was a mistake, Sam.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “The only mistake I made that night was not showing you how much I care about you.”

Through blurry blinks you looked back at him, and it was then that you saw what you couldn’t see the last time you and Sam Winchester were in a motel room together–the light. There was still pain, but the emptiness was gone, filled again with what had been missing all along. He moved so slowly, cautiously as he brought his palm up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb swept under your eye to wipe at the tears that had settled there.

“You were the last person in the world I would ever want to hurt…I am so sorry I hurt you,” his eyes connected with yours to show you he meant it. “My feelings were real, I was just so screwed up…I had zero emotional connection to what was happening.”

You pulled back from his touch as your eyes found the multicolored carpet below your feet. While you had already spilled so many feelings to him that you hadn’t planned for, you couldn’t hold his gaze while you told him this one. “I wanted to die, Sam. I gave up. Being with you that night…it left a wound I couldn’t figure out how to heal. The pain was so bad, I didn’t care about anyone or anything anymore…”

This time, you knew you could see Sam’s eyes glass over. He was hurting because he knew his actions had left a scar deep within you and caused you so much anguish.

It was then that you realized—Sam hadn’t asked to be brought back without his soul. Hell, he hadn’t been asked to be brought back at all. When you had run into Sam that night, he didn’t even realize his soul was missing.

“But it’s not your fault,” suddenly, your heart fluttered. Since that night all those months ago, you hadn’t felt that flutter for anything or anyone. The feeling of emptiness was replaced with a flutter of hope. “You didn’t know, Sam.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered with a shake of his head, his eyes still on yours. “It doesn’t make it okay.”

“It doesn’t,” you breathed, your tears slowing. “But it isn’t fair for me to hold something against you that you didn’t even know was happening…” as he heard your words, you saw a gleam of hope in his eyes that matched the feeling in your chest.

His brows furrowed as he closed his eyes and dropped his head a bit. “Thank you,” the words fell in a breath.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to hear you out,” your fingers instinctively reached to touch the palms of his hands. His head jerked back up so his eyes were on you, his brows still knitted together in a frown. He grasped your hands tightly in his, and a feeling of warmth washed over you.

“Do not apologize to me,” he said firmly. “You don’t owe me anything, you hear me? I hurt you. I would do anything in the world to fix it.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, so you swallowed so you could try to get the words out. “I don’t really know what that looks like, but I’m willing to work on it together…”

For the first time that night, you saw a smile tug at the corners of Sam’s lips. He gave your hands another squeeze. “Thank you…” his words trailed away before he cleared his throat. “Now, can I please finish packing that gash on your neck? We really need to get it covered.”

You managed a nod and allowed him to hold your hand as he led you back to the bed.

“I’ll do everything I can to help you heal,” he breathed as his eyes focused on yours again once you were on the edge of the bed. You wanted to tell him it was a superficial wound and would heal just fine, but you knew he was talking about more than just the spot the vampire had bitten. And you were willing to let him try.

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destieltropecollection · 1 year

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 12 | Love Confessions

You're Not My Secret | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,006 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Dean Winchester Has Self-Esteem Issues, Castiel Makes the First Move, First Kiss, Making Out Summary: Dean thinks he's an irredeemable bad boy, but Cas knows better.

Repeat Until Death | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,218 Main Tags/Warnings: Depression, grief, loss, displaced anger, Dean uses his words Summary: 15x3 The Rupture but with a bit more honesty

Belonging | @pluckydean

Rating: General Word Count: 1,300 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-canon, Love Confessions, human!Castiel, disregards 15.19 and 15.20 Summary: It would've been easier if Dean had said what he wanted to say the moment Cas got back from the Empty. Now it feels like every passing minute is another minute too late, and the words are harder to reach.

Manually Disengage | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,192 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Episode: s10e14 The Executioner's Song, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, First Kiss, Suffering Dean Winchester Summary: “My garrison was chosen to besiege Hell because of my disciplinary issues, Dean. You need to understand, Naomi and the intelligence division were exhausted by repeatedly reprogramming me over my fascination with and sympathy for humanity. It was a tactical choice.” “To get you outta the way?” “No.” A headshake. “Because they knew I would care enough about a human soul to do the job correctly. They were making strategic use of an unconventional asset. I was commended for it, actually. For raising you almost completely free of demonic taint and also for the meticulous restoration of your vessel. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought I’d be reprimanded for being too late and allowing the first seal to fall.” “Well, look what that got us,” Dean says bitterly. “A bunch’a near-misses for the world ending and now I’m gonna end up turning into a fucking demon anyway.”

A New Hive | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: General Word Count: 3,246 Main Tags/Warnings: Falling Angel Cas, References to Past Homelessness, Protective Dean Summary: Softly, Dean asks, “Well, what happens to her, now?” Castiel uses a small touch of his Grace to rejuvenate the bee so she’s no longer dehydrated or exhausted from her flight. The bee flicks her wings a couple times before taking off again. Castiel watches her, not quite jealous, but still filled with longing as he is reminded of his own wings, broken and flightless. He doesn’t look away as he replies, “There’s that community garden. Odds are, hers wasn’t the only colony in the area. If she’s lucky, she might be accepted into one of the other hives and find a new permanent home there.”

The Confession Constellation | @pointyearedelvishprincling

Rating: General Word Count: 3,735 Main Tags/Warnings: love confessions, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, just two dudes sitting under the stars, maybe they’ll kiss Summary: Something's up with Cas. It's been a long drive, and Dean is determined to get to the bottom of whatever he's done to piss off the angel. On a warm night on an empty road, they trade long-held secrets under the stars.

Downpour | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,737 Main Tags/Warnings: Self worth issues, Falling Angel Cas, First Kiss, Salt ‘N Burn Hunt Summary: Its raining, its cold, and Dean just wants this salt and burn hunt to be over with. The ghost they're hunting gets the jump on him, but luckily, its Cas to the rescue. Cas, driving his car, illuminated by the rain, and swinging like a badass. The sight has Dean longing to kiss his Angel.

it's golden like daylight | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,884 Main Tags/Warnings: Season/Series 10, canon divergent, dean winchester bears the mark of cain, love confessions, first time Summary: While hunting for a cure for the Mark of Cain, Castiel finds release in the arms of strangers. Dean is less than pleased when he finds out.

A Novak Family Reunion | @destielsuperfan

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,453 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Amara (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Hannah (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Dysfunctional Family, Supernatural (TV) Characters, Heartwarming, Found Familiy, Protective Dean Winchester, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Homophobic Language, Castiel's POV, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending Summary: When Castiel receives the upsetting invite from his brother, he has to chose whether or not to endure a painfully long Novak family dinner. Dean persuades him that it could be a good idea to attend given their "special announcement" Castiel has yet to share. Cas thinks he is crazy, it's not like Dean hasn't experienced a dysfunctional family dinner with him before!

i fold in half so easily | @autisticandroids

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,806 Main Tags/Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, hurt no comfort, grieving, cas & jack, dean saves cas from the empty, post-canon, destiel getting together Summary: A study in learned helplessness, set in the Men of Letters Bunker. Cas clings hard to what he has, and doesn't think about what he doesn't.

Stupid | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 4,831 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Mistaken Identity, First Kiss Summary: Since he forgot his phone at work Dean borrows Charlie's cell to send Cas a quick message. What follows turns his world upside down. (In which Cas thinks he's talking with Charlie and reveals way more about his true feelings than Dean is able to handle.)

Tell Me We're Real | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,851 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Suicide Attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally Repressed Dean Winchester, Psychological Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: *You’re not real,* Dean thinks idly. *But that’s okay. I’ll still take it.* “I’m real, Dean,” Cas whispers, so quietly that Dean almost can’t hear him. These words are just for Dean. Sam’s not allowed to have them. “Jack rescued me. Now I’m here to rescue you. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Mine, Yours, and Ours | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,982 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel possessing Dean Winchester, consensual possession, angelic grace, hurt/comfort, accidental confession, sharing a body Summary: Castiel is badly hurt, and Dean has to make a difficult choice.

Smoky Mountain Angel | @notastupidbird

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,906 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Friends, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Dead John Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Rain Sex, Power Outage, First Kiss, First Time, Marriage Proposal, Love Confessions, POV Dean Winchester Summary: “Hey, uh,” Dean says, clearing his throat. “Thanks for coming up here with me, man. I know you never liked the guy, but ... when I heard you were in town, I....” Dean trails off, not sure where he was going with that thought. Cas looks over at him. “It’s no trouble,” he says. His voice is low and rough, but quiet and gentle in that way it always was before. It’s the same way that used to make Dean’s chest ache. “And I��m sorry for your loss.” - + - After his father’s death, Dean finds himself back in his hometown, once again boxed in by mountains and his own personal demons. When his childhood best friend Cas agrees to help Dean clean out John’s old cabin, the two of them are forced to reconcile old feelings after a thunderstorm leaves them trapped there overnight.

Saharaa | @deanabean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,951 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Alternate Universe - Western, Drifter CastielHurt Dean Winchester, Starry nights, Campfires, Sunrises, Declarations Of Love, Discussion of feelings, Parent Dean Winchester, Emotionally Competent Dean Winchester, Forehead Touching, First Kiss, Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative Summary: The stars were bright as they were high, the fire was warming the air between them. Castiel doesn't know why or when did this "trip" of theirs first developed into a habit. He also doesn't remember how it went and grew itself into a fully fleshed sacred tradition. but it did, and he is nothing else is eternally grateful for that.

The Eastern Tower | @twinone1221

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10,370 Main Tags/Warnings: Dystopian AU, Canon Typical Violence, Chased through the woods, Headshot, Kill It With Fire, run for your life, broken arm, Tortured for information, Beheading Summary: In the post-apocalyptic town of Bunker Down there are four towers that must be guarded. Dean is 8 months into his two years of guard duty on the Eastern Tower, where nothing ever happens. Cas is a runner that uses the path connecting his town, New Haven, with the Eastern Tower of Bunker Down. As he’s running the path after the first snow of the season he realizes that something is following him. Will he reach safety in time?

The Tempest | @whichstiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,264 Main Tags/Warnings: Shakespeare, Verse, The Tempest, Canon divergent Summary: When Team Free Will learns that Bobby is in Heaven’s lockup, they mobilize to spring him out. Dean knows that nothing is ever easy, which is why he drags Castiel along for a last-night-on-Earth extravaganza just before the heist to free Bobby goes down. That evening shifts their relationship in new and unsettling ways, but there’s no time to explore it. They’ve got a mission. This tale, told half in prose and half in the style of a Shakespearean play, follows our players as they try to enact their rescue. The plan is simple: get in, get Bobby, get out again. When the rescue goes sideways, Dean, Sam, and Castiel find themselves trapped in a version of Shakespeare’s The Tempest - and the world is populated with some very familiar faces.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #love confessions #day 12

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destieltaggedfic · 1 year

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I love your rec lists, especially since we like a lot of the same fic tropes! Do you have any recs for fic about Cas rescuing Dean from Hell?

oh this was good. I found a fic that I apparently hadn't saved, but really enjoyed the first time I read it, so thanks for this request.

Paved with Good Intentions – crystamartin LiveJournal Ao3

Set Pre S4. By the time Castiel found Dean in hell, he was a demon and needing rehabilitation before being taken back to earth. It takes them spending 5 years in purgatory to restore the soul of Dean Winchester.

Word Count: 30k Graphic Sexual Acts

His Damned Soul - spacegirlstuff Ao3

Set Pre S4. An angel rescues The Righteous Man from hell, but needs his help to get them both out. A bond is forged in the process.

Word Count: 1k No Sex

With This Stab I Thee Wed – TheSilverQueen Ao3

Set S4 AU. If Dean had known that stabbing the angel in front of him was going to leave them married, he probably wouldn’t have done it.

Word Count: 8k No Sex

How I Met Your Brother – Tibbins Ao3

Set S14. As Sam is grieving for the hunters killed by Michael, Cas recounts for him the story of the assault on hell to rescue The Righteous Man. (I also recommend reading the fic this is a missing scene from Let the Actions Speak)

Word Count: 10k No Sex

Marked - Blind_Author Ao3

Set S5. After getting free of Gabriel in Changing Channels, Cas recounts the story of how Dean was rescued from hell and how during the process Dean was so clingy with Cas that the only way he would go back to his body is if Cas promised to leave some of his Grace with Dean, creating the handprint.

Word Count: 4k No Sex

Occursus – PallasPerilous Ao3

Set Post S15. Reunited in heaven, Dean asks if he can finally see Cas’ true form and offers to show Cas his soul in return, only to find out that Cas has always been able to see it because of the bond that formed between then in hell.

Word Count: 4k No Sex

to hell and back – myaimistrue Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Safe in their bed, Dean likes it when Cas tells him the story of how they met in hell.

Word Count: 1k No Sex

Begin Again - Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound Ao3

Set Pre S4. Having expended the last of his energy freeing Dean, Castiel needs time to heal himself and Dean’s soul before they can escape hell. Sheltering in a cave while they are healing they get to know one another and fall in love

Word Count: 14k No Sex

#destiel #rec asks #Hell rescue

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cas: my prayer? that’s why you’re here?

chuck: yeah. well, that and ... jack. he’s a problem.

chuck: [to cas] i'm a writer. lying's kind of what we do.

dean: you're saying that this thing could kill jack?

chuck: that'll kill anything.

sam: so, you've had this the whole time and we're just now getting it?

chuck: ... i just made that sucker. hasn't been fired yet.

cas: so, you don't even know if it works.

chuck: if i say it'll work, it'll work. ... it doesn't exactly use bullets. ... it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy ... [and] whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. so, you kill him...

dean: you die.

chuck: ... i know it's not perfect, and i'd do it myself, but ... if i bite it, then existence also kind of bites it, so one of you [has to]. sorry.

cas: i don't understand why we're talking about killing jack. you can fix him. ... you can restore his soul.

chuck: yeah, not so much. ... souls are complicated — even for me. [turning to dean] besides, even if i could...

chuck: would you really want [that]? i mean, after what he did?

cas: then we bind him. we throw him in the cage until—

dean: stop, cas. you heard him. this is the only way.

cas: and billie said the only way to defeat michael was to lock you in a box. there has to be another way.

chuck: [scoffing] billie. ... she’s always sticking her scythe where it doesn’t belong.

cas: there has to be another way.

dean: well, there’s not.. ... i know you don't like it, and i don't really care, ‘cause you just heard it from god himself that this [gun] is the only thing that can kill jack, so either get on board, or walk away. [cas turns and walks out]

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okay, i’m picking this apart not to state the obvious, but because the subtext and direction were so fascinating. i already know chuck’s the big bad, so paying attention to chuck’s entire angle here kept making me stumble. chuck just magicking a gun and looking to dean, pushing dean’s buttons about mary? urging him to kill jack without outright saying it? talking up the weapon, talking down billie? and then dean’s ‘you heard him. this is the only way.’?

i’m realizing now — after those few moments of dean giving jack the benefit of the doubt, i don’t think dean’s once hesitated in his revenge quest or let sam and cas challenge him. i went back and checked. not once did he falter. not since cas walked in and confessed. it’s like dean flipped a switch, dead set on getting revenge. shoot first, etc etc. not an ounce of warmth save for sam, and only to lure sam to his side, despite how conflicted sam has looked every step of this. and i’m also only now realizing everything in 14x17 went south after cas prayed to god and told anael togetherness was vital, the magic words that foreshadowed their family falling apart. chuck didn’t even show up then, when things were manageable. only when mary died and jack was too far gone, and dean’s revenge seeds were planted. and now, chuck is letting dean’s grief give him tunnel vision again, enough to push cas away. enough to smirk when he successfully makes it happen. i went through the dialogue over and over. it’s only sam and cas questioning chuck. but dean suddenly, unquestioningly takes chuck’s word for all of it once he’s got the logistics down.

from a writing standpoint and through rob’s acting — i really, really enjoyed this scene.

#was gonna just sit on this but #ironically i felt a wave of relief #as soon as chuck showed up #supernatural #spn liveblog #14x20

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 322

Game Night

I wasn’t gonna do this. I was gonna give myself the day off…but then I thought about coming home tomorrow after work and watching two shows and I wanted to cry, so here we are

Megumi says “Mom. It’s bed time.”

“Game Night”

Plot Description: it’s a race against the clock as Sam and Dean rush to rescue a close friend with the help of an old foe. Jack’s well-being is questionable

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t answer my door unless I know someone is supposed to be coming over. I’m fine. Donnie boy doesn’t seem to be

Dean, why are you bad at setting up Mouse Trap?

Oh hey, Mary! When did you come back to the bunker?

Why IS Sam not there?

Excuse me?? What…why would it make sense to have Castiel bribe Jo/Anael to help him contact god?? Oh. To restore Jack’s soul. Okay, that…that actually makes sense

One, how does Sam know the Bible that well, and two are they actually going to bring Lucifer back a fifth or sixth time? However many times it is?

God, I hate Nick so much…he’s such a dick. When he was Lucifer, i could understand it, but this is just some dude who’s done a ton of fucked up shit

I also am not a fan of “trying to be super macho” Sam…it’s so tired and tiring

I always question the boys’ connection to law enforcement…they habitually pretend to be fbi, they’ve been on the most wanted list multiple times, but two of their best friends are sheriffs AND Sam is mad that a cop is dead because of him (translated: because of Nick)

I don’t like the way Mary is talking. It feels like the writers are getting ready for her to say goodbye soon-ish

Anael does the miracles not just for the money. She does them because she saw and heard that god first meddle in the suffering of so many and decided she should

Oh…so it’s GONE gone (Jack’s soul)

The SAMULET IS BACK THO?! And it allegedly talks to god?? Poor Cas…can never ever hear from his dad

Oh I hate that even more. The thing Nick said he poisoned Donatello with was actually some angel grace, but WHOSE.

Like, of course he’s trying to contact Lucifer but uuuuugggggghhhhhhh. Great, and he told Nick how to bring him back

You know…it HAS been a while since we dealt with a real demon threat. I almost missed it

There’s a really big bold line between stopping Nick from resurrecting Lucifer and burning Nick from the inside out. Not saying I’m not happy that loose end is tied up because good lord it was annoying, but to have soulless Jack kill him?

I don’t trust that everything is going to be okay with the number of times Jack has to say it

HATE THAT ENDING WTF I’m not even sure what happened but it can’t be good. Guess I’ll find out Saturday

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Caged tart

#CAGED TART HOW TO#

#CAGED TART FREE#

He then tells Sam that they'll find another way to get his soul back before leaving to take care of the monsters still in the prison. Castiel admits that the war in Heaven is not going well and that he'd rather be on Earth most of the time. Outside Crowley's prison, Dean thanks Castiel for his help. He asks Crowley if he can restore Sam's soul, and, when Crowley admits that he can't, Castiel burns his bones without hesitation, killing him. Before he can retaliate, however, Castiel appears holding a bag of bones that he says belong to Crowley. She tries to kill Crowley, but he gets the knife from her and uses it to break the devil's trap. Disgusted, Sam tells Meg to go ahead and kill Crowley, and Dean hands her Ruby's knife. He also tells Sam the same thing that Castiel said: Sam's soul is likely broken and will destroy him if he gets it back. Sam demands his soul back, and Meg tortures him until Crowley admits that he can't get it. They then lure Crowley into the room and catch him in a devil's trap.

#CAGED TART FREE#

While Christian is distracted, Dean comes up behind him and kills him with Ruby's knife, and he and Sam free Meg. Meanwhile, Meg has been captured and is being tortured by Christian, whose body is still possessed by a demon. Dean fights off the ghouls long enough for Sam to escape his cell (using a devil's trap drawn in his own blood) and help kill them. Dean is then taken to a room to be fed to Ghouls while Sam is left in his cell. Dean is horrified by Samuel's betrayal, and he tells Samuel that once he escapes, he's going to find and kill him. Samuel uses an angel banishing sigil to get rid of Castiel, and demons grab and imprison Dean and Sam. Dean, Sam, and Castiel leave her behind, but are quickly attacked. She then kisses Castiel and takes his angel blade to hold off the hellhounds while they go on. Meg tries to leave her meatsuit, but is trapped inside it, so she tells them to take Ruby's knife and find Crowley. Eventually, they are pursued by the hellhounds that guard the prison. Using Samuel's information, they find Crowley's prison and Castiel helps them break inside, where they see various monsters, including the Djinn Brigitta, locked in cells. Castiel tells Dean that Sam may be broken if he gets his soul back, and Sam overhears their conversation. His soul has been in Lucifer's Cage with Lucifer and Michael for over a year, and they have no idea what sort of torture he's suffered. As they get ready to leave, Castiel tells Dean that he's not sure they should return Sam's soul to his body. Sam, Dean, and Castiel meet up with Meg and her demons so that they can go to Crowley's prison together. Eventually, though, Samuel comes around, and he tells them where he's been bringing creatures to Crowley. Dean tells him that it's a bad idea to bring her back from the dead, and Samuel calls Dean a hypocrite. Dean asks him why he won't help them and why he's been working for Crowley, and they discover that Crowley promised Samuel that he would resurrect Mary. The ritual fails, and so the three of them go to the Campbell Compound to look for information on Crowley's location.Īt the compound they encounter Samuel, who refuses to help them find Crowley. Castiel eventually capitulates and tries to locate Crowley with a ritual. When Castiel tells Sam that he's too busy with the war over Heaven to help, Sam reminds Castiel that he owes him and tells him that if he doesn't help, he'll hunt Castiel down and kill him. Sam realizes that they'll need some help, though, so he tricks Castiel into appearing by making him think that they have found the Ark of the Covenant. Dean is unhappy with the deal, but Sam tells him that they'll kill Meg and all the other demons once they're done with Crowley.

#CAGED TART HOW TO#

They don't tell her what it is they want to know, but Sam is hoping to find out how to get his soul back. He and Dean will help her find and kill Crowley if she'll help them get some information out of him. She and other " Lucifer loyalists" are on the run from Crowley, who wants to be uncontested in his reign over Hell, and Meg wants to find Crowley so she can kill him with Ruby's knife. He tells Dean not to worry about Meg: she can't kill them because she needs them. She wants them to tell her where Crowley is, but they don't know, and Sam just laughs at her when she threatens them. When they wake up, they're tied to chairs and Meg is there. While they argue, demons get the jump on them. They hand over a rugaru to a few of Crowley's demons and head back to their base of operations, a dilapidated house, where Dean tells Sam that he's sick of working for Crowley because it doesn't seem to be getting them anywhere. Meanwhile, Dean and Sam are still providing Crowley with monsters. Crowley tortures and kills the Alpha Shapeshifter because he won't tell him the location of Purgatory.

#Caged tart

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magickastiel · 2 years

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I love the time travel one, but I'm also interested in what the jack soulless one is about!

oooh yay! so this one is heavily inspired by THIS amazing post by @restlesshush which basically rewrites the whole jack losing his soul/killing mary plotline by having cas move out of the bunker with soulless jack to care for him instead

i can't resist dadstiel and i think this would have been a WAY more interesting plotline (i think killing mary was really lazy tbh) and would make for a very ~tense~ dynamic between cas and dean

at the moment all i have is notes but i would really like to write something for this! the key things i want to include:

cas & jack living a quiet, small town life and actually being really content

jack learning he is good because of the decisions he makes not because of his parentage

dean being very sulky (and ultimately realising his mistakes)

cas gives up his grace to restore jack's soul using a spell (i'm thinking rowena and mary might help??)

cas decorating their little apartment/home

ask about my wips

#thank you for asking!

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 3 years

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wait, can we maybe discuss how angelic healing works? because we know it expends grace. so is it a grace flowing out of the angel into the human sort of thing? and if so, why wouldn't it leave traces?

or does it?

#thoughts i have in the middle of making thermodynamics notes pt.5437 #if it's a flow of grace? what triggers it??#is it the will to heal...to restore to rightness in a way?#or is it simply an energy transfer #like heat from a source to sink #because that would be spontaneous. and god i don't want to think of dean's soul reaching for and craving cas's grace every time they touch #also spontaneous reactions affect the entropy of the universe and there is DEFINITELY some poetry there #entropy equals disorder #does the universe get a little more close to complete disarray every time cas heals dean —#i am SORRY ok the thoughts aren't stopping #destiel #angel grace #writing inspo

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sodomitecastiel · 3 years

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Do you have any recommended spn fics? To be restored is consuming all of my non fenario brainspace

This is in no way an exhaustive list - @jewishcharliebradbury is the one to go for that - but these are some favorites of mine, please always heed their tags just in case!

Putting it under a readmore because I'm a wordy bastard:

Sky Verse by starandrea: Angelic civil war! The crispest, most in-character dialogue! Vast, sprawling worldbuilding! Dean and Cas get together and are very bad at it for a long time! This series obsesses me the way other people are obsessed with dta (which I have not read for fear of commitment but fully intend to eventually).

To Be Restored by serenetyfails: You mentioned this one already but it's worth repeating - it's my favorite trans spn fic that I didn't write myself. Cas's transmasc identity is handled so carefully and so competently, Dean flips out in a way that's both in character and still kind to him, and Sam and Rowena are wonderfully fleshed out. I think many people would look at the premise and worry it's either misogynistic or fetishy, but it's neither, it's such a love letter to Cas's well-earned masculinity. Also, I'm obsessed with Rowena knowing and being buddies with a lot of trans women witches :)

Talk Therapy by shara: This is one of my favorite 'Dean is bad at asking for things' fics, it deals with his inability to want things past what he can give to others really well. I also appreciate that not everything in their relationship is fixed just because they're together, although the amount they love each other is always obvious.

Epilogue by JayneL: A weird little time travel story that is NOT a fixit for endverse, but is exceptionally kind to endverse Cas anyway. It aches very badly. I remember it being pretty trippy but also having to sit and look at the ceiling a while after reading it.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim: Cas dates a normal human man with a good soul for a little while before he gets with Dean. Both of them know it isn't for forever, but they look after each other anyway. Told through the lens of story-swapping between gay friends and written with so much care & love. (You can thank @okologie for finding this one and making me read it despite my reservations.)

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo: Everyone recommends this fic but it's for a reason. Probably the best post-retirement fic there is, and definitely helped me form the neural connections to write Fenario, haha, I can't recommend this one enough. The complicated Dean and Sam issues are held with just as much weight as the Dean and Cas ones, although both are handled gently.

you and me in the war of the end times by stickthelanding (@tallahasseemp3): Alma knocked it out of the park with this one. THEE shotgunning fic. I've reread it more times than I can count, it has the loveliest atmosphere. I want to gnaw on this prose, said with love!

A Drinking Song by Balder12: Endverse snapshot. This one is mostly just bone hurting juice but it's one of my favorite characterizations of them - sometimes I find that endverse stories either make Cas way too soft or fucked up in a way I find goes too far in a direction I don't agree with, this one feels pitch perfect.

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12: All time fave angel true form fic!!! It's deliciously weird and fun, definitely a mind-melter. I only read it the once but sometimes I think about it and get a funny little shiver.

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara: This is another 'universal favorite', but also for good reason. Extraordinarily tender, it's my personal favorite Cas-grows-a-garden post canon story, especially because it manages to write a jealousy plotline that doesn't make me want to bite and kill. Dean's voice is exactly right and everything unfurls with this tender inevitability, idk how else to describe it! It also ends on a final image that's so lovely it's seared into my brain.

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx by pantheon_of_discord: Nobody does vignettes like supernatural writers. I love the way the road feels in this one, and how carefully picked each moment is. A string of pearls, this fic.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by blinkiesays: Dean and Cas get trapped in the midwest by a curse that doesn't let them leave the state, and they want to break it until they don't. Being trapped gives them an excuse to want to settle down, but the route they take to get there is, of course, circuitous. This one hurts a little because it takes place while Sam is dead, but it isn't gratuitous in its sadness. Sweet and melancholy.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo: FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE. I push this one at everyone I can. I'm extremely picky about 'Dean's self loathing' fics, mainly because I think it can veer easily into melodrama, but this author weaves Dean's self hatred and his anger together very seamlessly, in a way that feels real to the show. Also, Cas is perfect.

sweeter coming from my hand by perilously: A story that I liked before Nov5 and withstood the test of time!! Dean and Cas get married/soul-bound in order to both remove the Mark of Cain and fix Cas's grace. Features a formative scene for me where Cas expresses worries about if he has a soul and Dean raps knuckles on his chest, going, "knock knock, sounds like a soul in there." If you like this one, perilously has many good fics that are just as in character.

On Labor by a_good_soldier: I very nearly couldn't finish this one, but not because it's bad, haha. The premise just makes me want to tear my clothes in mourning - Dean knows Cas is in love with him, after getting him back from the Empty, and decides that he should give him what he wants without realizing that he wants it too. Dean performatively dating Cas while trying to talk himself into liking it (not knowing that he does actually like it) is exactly the kind of convoluted bullshit Dean's internalized homophobia would do to him. Nauseating and spectacular. Sticks in your brain for weeks.

canticles by 2street2car: An excellent 'weird girl best friends' fic. After striking out at the brothel, Dean decides to treat Cas to the "first date experience" himself, since the guy might die the next day. To sum it up succinctly: the rituals are intricate. And dirty dancing is referenced!

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon: As the author states themself, this fic is a love letter to California - it's a road trip casefic that's so rooted in place, the setting is rich and lush and the atmosphere makes me ache, and not just because it's set in my home state! I saved this one for last because this is another prolific author who has many stories I come back to again and again (Sweet Home and Love: A Retrospective are particularly good), they really don't miss. Usually when I read fic, it's a mad dash to the finish, but I took my time with this one. I highly encourage you to do the same :)

#dear god. ok. this got long #if u want more recs i mean it alie is Thee fic reccer i trust #but these are some gems i carry around w me :)#nathaniel.txt #answered #fic rec

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lol-jackles · 2 years

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https://twitter.com/swinchesterism/status/1487904351469416457?t=GSYYYeG0-grRjDt45AcpfQ&s=19

Personally I like season 6 Dean a lot (whiny bitch in Jensen's words) better than Demon!Dean or Michael!Dean

I am sure you have discussed before but for fun would you like to share your thoughts again?

This brings back memories lol. Yeah I remember this podcast interview, lets just say if you thought fandom reaction to Michael Rosenbaum's podcast was rough, this was way worse. Maybe Jensen shouldn't be doing solo podcast interviews, you think? I used to wonder if Carver listened to that same podcast where Jensen called Sam "a selfish asshole”, because eight months later in the 200th episode, a meta-Sam girl described Sam as a "sweet selfless” hero to Dean’s face. I just thought it was funny.

Anyways, I totally did not get the "whiny bitch" thing from Dean in season 6 and I was a little surprised that Jensen thought so. If anything, I thought Dean in season 5 came off as whiny, while I thought season 6 Dean was struggling with a lot on his plate.

As I thought about it some more, I remember thinking Dean was acting like Dean again when Sam was re-souled. Until then I didn’t notice how incomplete or hollow Dean was in season 6a, maybe because I was distracted by soulless Sam who was entertaining, interesting, and hilarious. But when the real Sam returned and the classic Sam/Dean chemistry re-established, then it hit me that Dean was also missing during the first half of season 6, not just Sam.

Basically, Dean was kind of unmemorable in season 6a, other than "nipples?", "fight the fairies!", and taking Death's test. Dean became memorable again when Sam's soul was restored, which restored the magic Sam/Dean chemistry.

In conclusion I don't agree with Jensen in that podcast: Sam was not a selfish asshole and Dean was not a whiny bitch. Best case scenario is Jensen was being sarcastic in his dry humorous way.

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goldenraeofsun · 3 years

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4:01 PM

Dean sips his whiskey and glowers across the bar at his own reflection. His wrist is burning like a brand, but it’s probably all in his head. The stupid timers don’t cause physical pain when they reach T-minus zero, Houston we have a problem. The numbers freeze, and that’s that.

Dean’s had counted down to nothing at exactly 4:01 PM, fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes of running into his soulmate, getting his number, continuing on his way to this bar, and telling the bartender to keep ‘em coming.

He refuses to look at the far corner of the room, the booth he had reserved like an idiot. Four PM, party of two, under the name Winchester.

On the bar by his glass, his phone is still lit up with Cas’s texts from the past hour.

Cas 3:11 I’m so sorry I have to move our appointment. My client just unexpectedly switched our time to 4pm.

Cas 3:21 I think I’ll be able to escape by 4:30. Can I meet you then?

Dean had responded with a thumbs-up emoji. He didn’t have it in him to say any more.

Cas 3:50 This city is impossible to navigate. How does anyone live here?

Cas 3:58 You were right, I should have rented a car.

Three minutes after Cas’s last text, Dean ran into his soulmate. Right on schedule.

As far as first meetings go, it hadn’t been as much of a shitshow as Dean had expected.

The dude was attractive, at least, and the first thing he did after bumping into Dean was apologize. But he was wearing a tailored suit and glued to his phone, so it definitely could have been better.

His soulmate would’ve run off none the wiser, except Dean had to blurt, “Wait!” because, despite his disappointment, Dean couldn’t let his soulmate disappear into the throngs of Michigan Avenue. Dean wasn't about to fall to one knee, but he also couldn't let his best shot just go.

The man stopped, irritated. His gaze refused to linger on Dean, instead fixating on a building at the end of the block.

Head swimming with too many thoughts to name, Dean couldn’t get the right words out. He gestured mutely to his wrist, pulling up the flannel to show him.

Eyes widening with understanding, his soulmate quickly tugged up the cuff of his sleeve, only sparing a second to verify his own timer stopped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice.” he said, distracted. “My name is James. Here,” he fished out a pen and something to write on from various pockets of his trench coat, “my number. We… should talk. Later.” He scowled, raising his other wrist to check at his watch. “I need to go.”

“Sure, man,” Dean said, mostly grateful he didn’t have to stick around and have some heart-to-heart with a stranger that was apparently meant for him. Whatever the fuck that actually meant.

“Thank you,” James said swiftly. Without another word, he took off back down the street.

Dean didn’t bother to watch him go. He had a barstool waiting with his name on it.

Sam will laugh himself silly once Dean tells him his perfect match wound up being some corporate suit. Dean once told him he’d rather microwave his own head than set foot in an office cubicle.

Sammy was the big soulmate skeptic in the family. He found his non-timer approved other half while he was protesting an illegal dismissal of a disabled employee. Three years later, when Sam bumped into Gabriel Crawford in a strip club at midnight on Dean’s birthday, he discovered Gabe was perfectly happy to let Sam live his apple pie life while Gabe continued to party like it was 1999.

Gabe made Sam promise to look him up if Eileen was ever down for a threesome.

Turned out, Eileen was.

Sam most certainly was not.

He still sends Gabe a card for the holidays, and usually Gabe sends him back candy samples from wherever he’s vacationing for the winter.

But everyone else Dean knew bought into the soulmates game, hook, line, and sinker. His parents were soulmates. Benny and Garth both settled down with theirs. Charlie and Aaron were holding out for theirs. Hell, even Jo had her weird thing with Bela Talbot.

Dean would’ve counted himself among their number - until he met Cas.

Well, until Cas messaged him on Bobby’s new ask-a-mechanic feature on the garage’s website. Cas had inherited a banged up 1967 Mustang and had no idea where to start with restoration. Apparently Gabe of all people was staying with Cas at his place in southern California, and he recommended Dean.

Why Cas couldn’t just look up a local place still baffles Dean to this day, but he has never been more grateful for Cas’s weird-ass logic.

Their relationship had stayed strictly professional until Cas’s actual car broke down on some random highway in California. Dean had tried to talk Cas through the repair himself, but it was no use. Cas either didn’t have the equipment for the fix, or Dean didn’t diagnose the right problem. Dean was about to hang up, when Cas had asked, clearly embarrassed, “Would you please stay on the line? I have this irrational fear of being murdered in the middle of nowhere where nobody can find my body for proper rites.”

Dean, almost surprising himself, didn’t laugh. Instead, he said, “Sure thing. Wanna put me on hold while you get in touch with Triple A?”

He spent an hour and a half on the phone with Cas, telling him stupid stories about the worst things people have done with their cars.

In return, Cas told him all about the stars that were just coming out in the darkening desert sky.

The week after, Bobby’s garage received a gift certificate in the mail. It was for a weeklong stay at the Chicago location of the five-star hotel chain Cas works for, in Dean’s name.

Those little chocolates on the pillows ruined Dean for motels everywhere.

At the bar, Dean signals the bartender for a refill. He glares down at his phone. The little rectangle contains his entire history with Cas, call logs, text receipts, everything.

He can’t look at it any longer. He shoves it in his pocket, and the receipt with his soulmate’s phone number crinkles in protest. With a sigh, Dean takes out the flimsy piece of paper.

James’s handwriting is neat, so Dean doesn’t even have the excuse of not being able to read a digit or two.

Maybe Dean will give him a call after his drink with Cas. Hopefully, once James finds out that Dean’s just a mechanic, lives in a shoebox apartment in Bucktown, and has never been to Aspen or the Alps, he’ll tell Dean to take a hike.

Dean flips the receipt over, and his stomach gives a sickening lurch. In pretentious curlicue lettering, the first words Dean reads are, The Nine Spheres.

James is staying at Cas’s hotel.

Fucking great. Dean crumples the receipt and shoves it back in his pocket. With his luck, James will probably want to meet in the restaurant on the first floor, the fancy-ass place with the steakhouse burger and truffle fries Dean would actually sell his soul for.

Dean actually dreamed about that burger, a few months after his Cas-sponsored stay. When he told Cas about it, Cas let out a bark of laughter.

In the next breath, though, he told Dean he does the same when he’s scoping out a new location and can’t stay at a nearby Nine Spheres.

Dean tips back his glass of whiskey. It’s stopped burning on the way down his throat, a good sign.

He was so stupid, thinking he could fuck with destiny, fate, or whatever shitty power up there decides soulmates.

Once Cas told him about his business trip to his neck of the woods, Dean had taken one look at the numbers on his arm counting down and did the math. He would meet his soulmate smack dab in the middle of Cas’s window in Chicago.

He could make Cas be his soulmate. Cas never brought up his timer, if it was still ticking, if he’d already met his other half. And Dean, coward that he was, never asked. If he didn’t know for sure, then there was that slim, slim chance that theirs matched up after all.

But no, Cas had to go and switch up their meeting time at the last second, and Dean had run into James instead.

His pocket buzzes with a new text. Mood lower than Cas’s voice register, Dean slides his phone out.

Cas 4:38 My meeting is over. Should I still meet you at the same place?

Dean 4:39 Yeah Hope its okay I got started without you

Cas 4:40 More than okay, considering my scheduling difficulties.

Dean 4:40 See you soon

Dean sighs and drains his glass.

Foot jiggling on the barstool and eyes trained on his hands clasped in front of him, Dean deliberately does not look around as the door opens.

And opens again.

And again.

Confused and irritated, Dean takes another look around. Above the bar, a chalkboard clearly proclaims Happy Hour from 4:30-6:30 PM. Dean ducks his head, scowling into the remains of his drink. He probably overlooked the sign before because of his single-minded quest to get shitfaced like a freshly-dumped senior at prom stuck next to the spiked punch bowl.

His phone obnoxiously tells him it’s 4:43.

That’s just great. Dean hops off the stool, meaning to ask the hostess if anyone’s asked for Winchester, when James pushes open the door.

Dean stops dead in his tracks.

James freezes, his eyes going wide. His trench coat swishes ominously to a stop.

Should Dean turn around? Pretend he didn’t see? Cas is going to be here any second.

Before he can make up his mind, James is walking towards him. “Hello,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.”

Dean swallows. “Me neither,” he says honestly.

James scans the small crowd now gathered around the bar, brow furrowing in concentration. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”

Dean lets out a silent exhale of relief. He musters up a weak smile. “No problem, man. I’ll leave you to it.” As he turns back around, James steps up to the hostess stand.

James says, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the din, “I’m a bit late, but is there a reservation for Winchester? For 4:30?”

Dean could not possibly have heard what he thinks he did. But the timing is right - for once. He spins around, practically losing his balance thanks to the booze he already drank.

The hostess scans her sheet of names, shaking her head. “There was a reservation for Winchester at four PM, but that’s it.”

James’s face falls. Shoulders slumping, he pulls out his phone, squinting as the screen lights up. “He said he was here,” he mutters.

He can’t be Cas. That would be crazy - like, dingo ate my baby, crazy.

“Could be at the bar,” the hostess says flippantly, tilting her head to the crowded area. “Most of ‘em don’t check in.”

James’s lips press together. “Thank you,” he says to the hostess, his tone clipped. “I’ll wait there.”

Dean steps in front of him before James can get lost in the throng of people. “I heard you’re lookin’ for me,” he says with a confidence that’s only 99% bullshit.

James blinks. “You?”

“Dean Winchester, at your service,” he says, spreading his arms wide.

“Dean,” he echoes, his gaze raking up and down Dean’s body, drinking him in with his new eyes.

“Gotta say,” Dean drawls as his heart pounds with nerves. Doubt niggles at the back of his mind like an itch he can’t scratch, but he’s already made his memory foam bed. Might as well lie in it. “Cas is the weirdest nickname for James that I’ve ever heard.”

“My full name is James Castiel Novak,” Cas says, flushing. “James - that’s what I go by professionally. My family calls me Castiel.”

Dean can’t hold back his broad grin. “Family, eh?”

Cas’s expression takes a swift dive from embarrassed to mortified. “And friends,” he tacks on. He takes a step closer, staring at Dean’s face in wonder. “But you’re also my soulmate.”

Dean laughs giddily. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t beat around the bush. Not your style.” He jerks his head towards the bar. “I think I see an open seat. You wanna have that talk now?”

Cas hesitates. “Would you like to go to Nine Spheres instead? I’ve had business dinners every evening I’ve been in Chicago so far, and, while the food has been good-”

“It’s not the steakhouse burger?” Dean finishes for him.

The corners of Cas’s mouth turn down into a slight grimace. “Last night, a client treated us to tapas. I woke up starving.”

Dean smiles. “You know I’m always down for that burger.”

“Excellent,” Cas says with relish as he pushes open the door.

They walk onto the street, and it’s almost offensively quiet after the noise of the bar. It’s a balmy Spring evening, the sun still relatively high in the sky.

“You don’t seem disappointed anymore,” Cas says out of nowhere as they reach the end of the block.

So Cas caught on to that, back when they first ran into each other. Dean shrugs. “I just got stood up by the guy I’d specially set up to meet me at 4:01. Wouldn’t you be?”

Cas clears his throat, asking hoarsely, “You wanted it to be me?”

Dean throws him a look. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Cas just shrugs. The light changes, and they step off the curb.

“Were you… disappointed?” Dean asks hesitantly.

Cas lets out a surprised laugh. “Of course not. I didn’t even think - well,” he falters, casting a sidelong look at Dean, “I’m not disappointed. Believe me.”

The automatic doors to Nine Spheres open, hitting them with a burst of perfectly conditioned air. Dean hasn’t stepped foot in the hotel since Cas paid for his stay, but it hasn’t changed one bit. The same tiered giant chandelier glitters overhead. Giant pillars bracket the concierge desk to the left and the enormous staircase to the right that leads up to the second floor rooms. The tiled floor, so polished Dean can practically see his reflection, stretches the length of the lobby.

Dean sticks out like a flannel-wearing sore thumb. “Cas,” he hisses, “hold on. I don’t think I’m dressed right for this place.”

Cas sucks in a breath. “No,” he says as Dean’s heart sinks, “I suppose not.” He jerks his head towards the elevator bay. “Room service?”

Dean blinks.

“I’ve called for the burgers on several occasions at other locations,” Cas assures him. “It tastes as good.”

Was Cas actually trying to convince him to go up to his room? What a dumbass. Dean laughs.

Cas colors, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Forget it,” he mutters. “We don’t-”

“You know, if you invite me up to your room,” Dean cuts him off, “you’re going to have a bitch of a time getting me to leave, right?”

Cas stares at him.

“Dude,” Dean says, “I’ve never stayed anywhere this nice in my life. Between the food, the water pressure, and the robe that felt like I was fucking a cloud, I had enough of a hard time leaving last time.”

“I’m glad,” Cas says stiltedly. “We strive to provide the optimal experience to all our guests.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “’M saying, add you to the mix, and they’re gonna have to drag me out of here, kicking and screaming.”

“And if I don’t want you to leave?” Cas asks in an undertone as he pushes the up button for the elevator.

“Then I guess we don’t have a problem,” Dean says, winking.

Cas’s responding grin falls as the doors close behind them and the elevator starts moving. He shakes his head. “It’s a shame there are cameras in here.”

Dean leans in closer, whispering in his ear, “Doesn’t bother me much. Whaddya say to giving the peeping toms a show, then?”

Cas bites his lip, and this close, Dean can see how his eyes have blown black with want. “I - I can’t.”

It’s like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice water. Dean steps back, shame filling him. That’s fine. He can regroup. Hopefully Cas will be more receptive behind closed doors. It’s not the first time this has happened, anyway.

“Dean, I have to work with these people every day,” Cas hisses, wringing his hands. “The last time an executive got… busy with a coworker in the pool, the mocking didn’t end for weeks. Not to mention her rebuke from upper management.” He throws Dean a desperate look. “I would like for you to be fully clothed by the time you meet my coworkers for the first time.”

Cas is already planning for Dean to meet his people?

The elevator dings, and Cas steps out. “Are you coming?” he asks hesitantly.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean says quickly. As he follows Cas down the maze of rooms, he has to ask, “You were planning on introducing me to your coworkers?”

Cas’s cheeks pink. “Unless you were opposed to it,” he mutters as he stops in front of Room 1518. He sighs, making no move to insert his keycard. Instead, he lifts his head to meet Dean’s gaze squarely. “I’ve put in a transfer request to Chicago.”

“What?”

“It was before I knew you were my soulmate,” Cas says quickly. “I’ve never felt like I fit in in California, and my parents live in Pontiac. The Chicago office is decently large, and, well, I knew you were here,” he says, his voice going quiet near the end. He straightens. “So there were many reasons.”

“You’re staying?” Dean says, his mouth dry.

Cas bobs a nervous nod. “I hope that’s okay.”

Dean grins. “Sure is.”

Cas touches the inside of his wrist, his expression turning almost shy. “Of course, when I first pictured introductions, it was strictly as a friend. I don’t really know anyone else in this city well, and I’ve told you about my difficulty in social situations, so it would’ve been more for moral support than anything else. But after this evening -”

Dean interrupts his rambling. “Are there cameras in the hallway?”

“What- oh,” Cas says, his eyes flicking down to Dean’s lips before back up again. “Yes?” He points. “They’re all the way down there, though, so they can’t -”

Dean cuts him off with a heated kiss.

#destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #soulmates au #businessman Castiel #mechanic Dean #profoundnet #rae writes fic #i post something new every Sunday #this one kind of got away from me #but hopefully in a good way #deancas #deancas fanfic

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rosileeduckie · 3 years

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IKEA Angel

The real reason why Dean can’t get an x-ray done.

Dean and Cas take a little break for some silliness. Next piece for Tickletober, for Day 3: kisses!

SFW. Potential warnings: none. Supernatural/Destiel fic.

Word count: 1,660

~*~

Dean had been glowering at the mess of the room, the wooden pieces and metal connectors that were supposedly the beginnings of a dining table. After an hour of his brow getting more and more furrowed, Dean had finally conceded to Cas’ suggestion of a break. With Cas sitting against the wall and Dean leaning back against his chest, the lines in the hunter’s forehead had already begun to soften, especially when a kiss was pressed to his temple and a hand run through his hair (not to mention when he closed his eyes so as to stop seeing red as well as his newest foe of difficult furniture).

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” said Cas.

“No promises,” Dean replied. “Whatcha got?”

“Do you remember when I resurrected you?”

The bluntness of the question startled a chuckle out of Dean, who then shook his head with his eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth downturned. “No, doesn’t ring a bell,” he smirked. “When did that happen?”

Cas let out a huff of a laugh and slipped his arms around Dean’s waist, pulling him closer and using his shoulder as a rest for his chin. “It, ah—” He nudged a nearby piece of helter-skelter furniture bits with his foot. “It was a lot like this.”

“You’re telling me that you resurrecting me was like us trying to build an IKEA table?” Dean said, tipping his head back to quirk his eyebrow at Cas and shoot him a grin.

“Kind of.” Cas nodded. “Yes.”

Dean had been incredulous and almost thought he should be offended by that. Furniture assembly wasn’t exactly the most fun thing to be compared to. But then, Dean had never built a human before, either; there were probably a lot of complex parts that didn’t make sense, especially when one didn’t have instructions (unhelpful or otherwise). It sort of made sense. He snickered, “And here I always pictured it like a Renaissance painting, of you descending all majestically with your wings unfurled and lightning flashing.”

“Not at all,” said Cas with a chuckle. “It was more like when I find you at the bar after too many and have to drag you home, mixed with hundreds of angels trying to build the Eiffel Tower out of Lincoln Logs.”

At the first part of the comparison, Dean had been about to retort, but the image of high-and-mighty angels building with kids’ tools made him curl forward in laughter he kept trapped in his chest by pressing his lips together on a grin.

Still holding him around the middle, Cas felt Dean’s stomach shake in mirth, and the angel grinned in kind. “Gabriel suggested balling your soul up and pitching it out of hell, hoping you’d stitch yourself back together on the way up.” He pressed a smiling kiss to Dean’s shaking shoulder. “He was outvoted.”

Dean scrubbed a hand down his face to reign in his humor, leaning back into Cas’ arms once more with a crooked smile aimed at his partner. “Guess I was too big a deal to just chuck and pray for the best, huh?” He added, “Thank Chuck.”

“You are a big deal, Dean,” Cas said, ironically tender for having just joked about him being Lincoln Logs.

Dean tried to cover the flush in his freckled cheeks by giving Cas a wink. “Don’t I know it, angel.” He curled forward again, this time prompted by Cas wiggling a chastising finger into his stomach.

“Even if you also have a big head to match,” Cas teased dryly, poking Dean again to turn his affronted protest into a strangled yelp. Too stubborn to give up on impossible furniture, too stubborn to laugh. Cas was stubborn, too. “The prophecy you were part of was big, too, so a lot of angels were there at the start, none of us knowing how it would go,” Cas continued, feeling Dean sink into him once again when he believed the angel’s hands had ceased their mischief. “I pulled you out, but there was this liminal space where repair and restoration, you might say, were going to be done before you were sent back, and a lot of angels were squished in there, eager and waiting. Hell does quite a lot to a soul, you know better than most, and we needed time to put you back together. But—”

“Lincoln Logs,” Dean surmised, and Cas nodded.

“Apparently, eons of inhabiting and healing human bodies does not make angels qualified to rebuild them. Many hands make light work, but too many hands end up just getting the way.” Cas smirked as he pulled Dean into a tighter squeeze. “Something would be in the wrong spot—”

A gasp was startled from Dean’s lungs as Cas gave a demonstrative tickle between his ribs. For a valiant few seconds, he kept from laughing, straining forward halfheartedly to break free of Cas’ embrace. Cas’ fingers burrowing under his arms, however, made him fold forward with a snicker that turned into a symphony of chortles. “Cas!”

“Or inside out,” Cas went on as though he wasn’t torturing his partner and enjoying every second of hearing him howl. He enjoyed just as much how Dean, undeterrable and unkillable, was putting up little fight to actually escape. It made Cas not feel so bad about what he was going to do next. “Or uneven,” said the angel, shaking his head disapprovingly even as he smiled hugely at the sound of Dean’s laugh. Said sound grew distinctly into open-mouthed guffaws when Cas’ hands slid down, slipping into Dean’s front jean pockets to dig into his hips.

Dean flew back against Cas’ chest, cackles already going wheezy at the targeting of such a hypersensitive spot. He scrabbled for Cas’ hands, going to no lengths to push him away and so being pushed down by his own laughter until he’d sunk out of Cas’ evil arms and fully onto the floor. Little hope it gave him in the way of escape, but Cas relented then, evidently having concluded that Dean’s hips were even, and gazed down at him fondly.

While Dean caught his breath, Cas jumped back onto his train of thought, albeit with great difficulty, as Dean’s eyes were shining with that happy sparkle he always got after laughing hard, his laugh lines were prominent, the skin under his freckles was rosy, and his shirt had ridden up when he’d gone full puddle mode and revealed a strip of stomach, still heaving from laughter, that Cas was very tempted to pounce on and kiss. “It had started out a mess,” he said when he got himself to focus, “and was a very different mess by the time all the other angels had stepped out to return to heaven and let me finish fixing you.”

“You did a bang-up job,” Dean teased with a breathless chuckle, scooting to rest his cheek on Cas’ thigh. “Even if it means you know me way too well now.”

Cas chuckled, then looked away, worrying his lip between his teeth sheepishly. “I took a lot more time than I needed to. I think. Like I said, liminal space. Even when you were ready enough to be sent back to life, I… I don’t know.” Cas’ eyes flicked back to Dean, who’d shifted to look up at the angel, so at peace and content to listen with the stress of the last hour laughed away. “I wanted you to be fully you,” he said with a sigh and a soft smile. “To know that you were important, not because you were part of some prophecy, but because you were you.” He gave Dean’s forehead a tap with two fingers, and Dean sat up accommodatingly so Cas could shift and lay down beside him, wrapping him up in the angel’s arms once more. “I may or may not have already fallen for you then.”

Dean nuzzled into Cas’ collar with a chuckle. “Sap.”

“Sentimental,” Cas corrected with a kiss to Dean’s hair. “But I don’t regret it. I’m glad to have you wholly you, especially when I get to have you wholly to myself.”

When Dean tipped his head back from its place burrowed into Cas’ neck, the angel could see his intent was to tease him again, accuse him of being sappy once more. But, in the course of that movement, Dean must have changed his mind, because he instead pulled Cas over and on top of him, capturing the startled laughter from the angel’s lips in a kiss.

“That said,” Cas said, pulling back from the kiss equally breathless as the smiling but confused Dean under him, “now that I’m looking, I see I may have missed putting back a few freckles.” With his fingertips, Cas dotted an invisible constellation upon Dean’s cheeks, delighting as they warmed under his touch. “Do you mind if I fix that? Angel kisses, you know.”

Dean rolled his eyes at the corny line, biting his lip as though he had any chance of stowing his beaming grin. Minutely, he nodded, quietly quipping, “Go nuts.”

Cas pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek and then sat back to straddle his thighs. At Dean’s raised eyebrow, Cas slowly rolled up the hem of the hunter’s t-shirt and shimmied down the waistline of his jeans, revealing his soft lower stomach, still tingling hips, and the freckles that dotted both, to the angel’s adoring and mischievous gaze.

When that gaze met Dean’s, the hunter let his head drop, pretending the ceiling was the only thing that could see the heat coloring his face and the wobbly smile he was already trying to pinch between his lips. The first stubbly kiss to Dean’s stomach got a jaw-clenched giggle out of him, and he felt a sudden thrill up his spine at all the similar kisses he knew were about to follow. There was no way they were getting that table built today.

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jackklinemybeloved · 3 years

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A Non-Exhaustive List of All The Stupid Shit That Happened In Season 15 of Supernatural

(In Case Any Of You Are Tempted To Watch More Supernatural [*side-eyes the shitty prequel*] And Need a Reminder of How Bad The Show Got)

ALL of the souls in hell are released (including the ghosts the boys have defeated over the years) and it’s resolved in like. Three episodes. (15x01-15x03)

It is implied that Rowena fucked Jack the Ripper. He is also an antagonist for the episode but like. He’s not really a huge deal in the grand scheme of things. (15x02)

A major side character gets his heart ripped out because he chose not to give a demon the Winchester’s location. She finds them anyway with no struggle and then dies almost immediately. (15x03)

Sam and Dean come across a couple that is killing people to help their newly turned vampire child. There are many parallels drawn to their relationship with Jack, even though they both tricked him into being trapped in a coffin for eternity and Dean tried to kill him multiple times. They both say if they could’ve helped Jack the way the parents helped their kid, they would’ve. They kill the vampire kid anyway. (15x04)

God brings Lilith back (retconning the idea that God has no power in the empty) and all she does is destroy a gun and die. Anyone could’ve done that. At least she was one of the two actors who tried this season (the other is Jake Abel). (15x05)

Chuck takes away Sam and Dean’s Main Character Status, so they start having normal people problems. Fun concept, yes? Except for the part where Sam Winchester, a man who was raised to hunt monsters since infancy, misses a punch to a huge guy’s unmoving face by like an entire foot. There’s other examples of this in the episode, really just saying these characters are only skilled or in anyway important because The Narrative Dictates It. Not a cool way to end your fifteen year long character driven show. (15x10)

Jack goes to the Garden of Eden and that somehow restores his soul? There’s also a spirit of a young girl who greets him and tells him “[the garden will change him] if [he] was the one meant to find it.” Who she is and the reason God created some weird prophecy for someone who he was threatened by and didn’t plan on existing are both not explained. (15x13)

THEE biblical Adam is revealed to be A.) alive and B.) romantically involved with an angel named Serafina. Neither of these things are explained. Eve isn’t even mentioned. (15x17)

Speaking of Adam, he’s on a revenge quest to kill God. So he tests Jack by giving him a riddle. Why? Most of Jack’s trials have been strengthening him, both his body and soul, in order to have enough power to kill God. If Adam and Billie are so desperate to kill God, why give him a riddle? What if he gets it wrong? Is the whole plan abandoned? Plus the riddle is “which one of these rocks has been blessed by God” and the answer is “all of them, because God is in everything.” Very weird take from a group of people who want God dead but like. Okay. (15x17)

Sam and Dean have a life and death argument that prevents them from killing the main villain and neither of their arguments make sense. The argument ends when Sam asks Dean if he would let him die and Dean refuses even though he literally has a gun pointed at Sam for the entire argument. (15x17)

Jack explodes in the cold open of one episode and it makes me laugh every time I see it. (15x18)

The absolute racist bullshit that was the villianization of Billie. (15x18)

Do I even have to. Do I even have to say it. (15x18).

God brings Lucifer back and it has little to no effect on the plot. (15x19)

Chuck punches Sam and Dean repeatedly for like two minutes, uninterrupted. He also just says “Guys. Stay down. Guys stoppppp. Stop. Stay down” the whole time and it’s so bad. (15x19)

Bobby tells Dean “Cas helped” Jack fix heaven, and Dean has no further questions, even though Cas is his best friend and last he knew, Cas was dead. (15x20)

Blurry wife. (15x20)

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