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November/December 2023 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Five-Finger Discount by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This story is so smartly written - so many fantastic descriptions and lines of dialogue and it flows so beautifully. I didn’t want it to end. If you don't already have an obsession with Dean's hands, you will by the end of this fic.

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Nominated by @annahmiraculousmillenium

A New Form by Kenophobia (AO3)

I'm nominating this story because it introduced me to a new tag I really like now: "Shapeshifter Dean" Sam is bossy (and Dean actually obeys!) Bobby is in there! John dies! And other cool things I don't want to spoil. Also, it's gen.

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Said the Salmon to the Sea by @bendingsignpost

A mesmerizing (or mermaid-rising?) Dean-centric story about change, about the fact that it comes whether we want it to or not, and how the heck we deal with it. “If this is as far as we can go, it’s as far as we can go,” Dean says with a heavy shrug. Slowly, Sam says, “It’s as far as I can go.” “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

The Angel of Emetgis V by Kayliemanlinza (AO3)

I read this as part of the Dean/Cas Reversebang 2022 (with beautiful art by @missaceriee) and the concept of true-form Castiel as an alien meeting "grease-monkey" Dean in deep space is compelling as much as how love is expressed between species. (Here is the original DCRB post that made me discover the story)

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Unlikely by @apocalypseornaw

This story was written for me for the Secret Santa hosted on the Pond. It's a lovely fic with Ketch/GN!Reader, something there kind of is a lack of (both with GN and Male reader inserts). And like, also with Ketch lol it was a really nice pick-me-up as I'm not having the best of times right now, and it made me read an author I didn't know before, so it's a win-win Situation!

Follow That Car! by Mrs_SimonTam_PHD (AO3)

A really nice, short Ketch/Dean story with a side of murder. "I wish to fuck you, Dean" is forever embedded in my brain.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Spotless by @stusbunker

This is a Dean x reader AU with SO MUCH DELICIOUS PINING!!!! And now Bela's involved! And the reader gets to watch Dean and Bela make heart eyes at each other!! SO MUCH YUMMY ANGST!!!

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Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

Care and Feeding by foolishgames (AO3)

Sam is somehow turned into a cat. The best stories are the first and last ones if you are not an S/D reader, then can be read as mostly Gen.

Dissecting the Bird by nigeltde (AO3)

♥♥♥ Just right.

The Witch and the Wolfen by meus_venator (AO3)

I love everything about this story- meus has an amazing talent and this is one I reread often- plus, it just got a second story!

Sounds Like Truth Feels Like Courage by Sprinkle888 (AO3)

Well-written SPN story. Gen, no pairing, but it doesn’t need one. Sam binds them together with some MoL magic rings and finding out how they work is a riot. Some angst, temp character death, but ends happily. 10/10 recommend. Also posted on my Tumblr.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Slither by Tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this story! The show of cultural differences between Dean and Castiel that even the reader will miss the cues. Lol! The conversation about sex was hilarious especially since Dean doesn’t ask. 😂 Wait until you read the word “clasp”. Poor Dean. Look up the word: hemipene. This stems all the hilarity in the fic. Just wait. Just wait. It’s hilarious!! SPOILER: Castiel is a naga refugee that is half human and half beautiful snake, and Sam basically “adopted” him as a charity project that turns into Dean’s charity project that ends up making him very happy very quickly.

Rubber Duckie Boots by Hexentaenzerin (AO3)

This such an adorable meet-cute. I love it! I also love that Dean wears rubber duckie boots while videoing carpet cleaning videos for his business, which Castiel absolutely loves to watch. Just can’t get enough of seeing Dean in those boots. Castiel even buys a rug to try to get Dean to notice him. **squee** It’s great! The ending is so Dean and Castiel. ❤️❤️❤️

Weighted by Tiamatv and amireal (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. I admit I wish there was more especially with Dean exploring this new aspect of himself and with Castiel. Curious to see what their bumps in the road are and how they handle it.

Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind by Fathersalmon (AO3)

First, this is smut. Second. It is fucking hilarious! I rarely find crack in smut. You have to read this hilarity. Dean’s sassy mouth is just amazing in this while Castiel just ignores him. 🤣 If you want to laugh, read this!

Firelight Glow by bleuzombie (AO3)

I just love how it progresses and the ending is great though. It’s so sweet and fluffy. Their connection is so tangible the reader can feel it like the characters do. It also has Trans Dean Winchester, which I always love to read, especially by @bleuzombie who knows how to write them so authentically and truthfully.

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Nominated by @spencereliotwinchester

Stray Hearts by blujay44 (AO3)

It's definitely a weird one, but I really like how fluffy it is. Really, though, it's weird... but it's a feel-good one, especially when Jensen comforts Jared.

Pastiche (orphaned work on AO3)

This is literally one of my favorite SPN fics ever. I reread it a lot. Features Autistic!Jensen and loveable goldenretriever Jared who just wants to get to know his neighbor.

Flash by ellia (AO3)

Short, sweet, almost possessive... Also features my two favorite boys: Jensen and Christian.

For the Taking by veronamay (AO3)

Steamy, sexy, bdsm, Jared and Jensen. What more could you ask for??

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Son by @kittenofdoomage

I really love the idea of Sam and Dean being the bad guys! The story as a whole is so goood!

Blood and Honey by @kittenofdoomage

Dark!Winchesters are my favorite kind of tropes! This is such a great story, very well written!

Baklavas For Your Birthday by @cloverhighfive

This is very cute!!!

Muddy Soul by @impala-dreamer

This is so good! Its very dark at times and you absolutely need to mind the tags! But this is such a great series!

Strangers by @smellingofpoetry

Very cute story!! I liked it!!!

I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s mine by @heavenssexiestangel

Very cute! Very fluffy!!!! I liked it!!!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[peach-coke]

"Dean…?", the young man asks and Dean feels like dying. He knows it’s not Sam; Not his Sam anyways, because he was there. He was there when the Boy King fell and his world tilted off its axis forever, all those years ago. But the last shred of humanity he still holds is aching, doesn’t care, doesn’t want to know why, how. "Say it again," he says and is met with confusion in the eyes he’s been missing in what feels like too many lifetimes. "My name. Say it again." "Dean," Sam whispers as he’s asked and the voice Dean’s only been left hearing in his nightmares for a painful myriad of years sends him right onto his knees.

My Prompt for this year's @spnreversebang ♥ It got claimed by @buticancarryyou, who wrote an absolutely heart-wrenchingly beautiful companion fic for my artwork! Go read it right here: archiveofourown.org/works/35338297 Warnings: The fic contains non-explicit Wincest/Weirdcest, as well as Boy King Sam and blood drinking

[spnreversebang]

do I have to make a live journal account to sign up for the big bang ?

@starsdahb Hi! Thanks for your question. You don't need a LiveJournal account to join in. As an artist, just reply with the necessary information (name, url, email) in a comment here and you're in! (When it comes to posting, either you, your author or the mod can make the masterpost with links to wherever you have put up your artwork.)

[ashtraythief]

For this year's @spnreversebang, I had the pleasure of writing for the absolutely adorable art by emmatheslayer.

Jared/JDM | rated E | age difference, kind of college AU, seduction, bratty bottom!Jared | 11k

Summary: Jared’s home from college for the summer. Like a good college student, he got himself a job: work as a carousel operator on Jeff Morgan’s Rainbow Land Adventure Ride. Only neither the kids nor the carousel is the reason why Jared took the job, rather it’s the smoking hot carousel owner. Jeff Morgan is good friends with Jared’s father and has no intention of rocking that boat by sleeping with his twenty-year old son. But Jared’s intent on seducing Jeff, and there’s only so much resistance Jeff can put up in the face of sunshine smiles and an inordinate amount of phallic-shaped carnival food.

“Pink?” Chad’s looking at Jared with raised eyebrows. “That’s a little 2005, don’t you think?”

Jared tugs at the pink shirt with a silver unicorn flying over a rainbow and the sparkly Rainbow Land Adventure Ride print. It’s a little tight even though he told them he needed an XL. But he made good use of the gym on campus last semester, and apparently that’s enough to make him go up half a size.

“It’s the uniform,” Jared says, still looking into the mirror instead of at Chad. “Despite the color, still bangable?”

Jared’s not a fan of the word, but Chad, in his infinite sex-seeking agenda, rates every outfit from eternally celibate to instantly bangable.

Chad sits up on the couch, balancing precariously on the armrest. “And who pray tell are we trying to bang?”

[midnightsilver]

What do you do when you’re caught between Heaven 😇 and Hell 😈?

Title: Lest The Oil That Is In Me Should Set Hell On Fire

Author: BleedingInk

Artist: MidnightSilver

Word Count: 36,375

Pairings: Castiel/Meg slow burn, Sam/Dean, Dean/Meg, Sam/Dean/Ruby/Meg

Warnings/Tags: non con, torture, gore, hell, dark fic, boy king sam, knight of hell dean, blood drinking, demons being generally evil but still with their own morals, hurt castiel

Summary: Heaven and Hell are gearing up for war. Castiel, an angel stationed on Earth, is captured by demons and dragged to Hell, where the Boy King will spare no effort to convince him to join his ranks.

Links:

You can find the full story on ao3 with a full list of tags. Story Link

The art post is also on ao3, please note that it contains NSFW art 😋. Art Link

[embersdevine]

Art post for the @spnreversebang.  I enjoyed working with the author and being involved in the Reverse Bang.  Posted on my lj as well, however I know sometimes non-lj users can’t see images.  

Fic Title: All The Secrets I Couldn't Keep Author: RatFlavored Fandom/Genre: SPN Pairing(s): Sam/Dean Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 4300 Warnings: body horror, blood Summary: Sam transfers a love curse to himself. He needs to confess to the person he loves, or die. Fic Link: AO3 

[noctemusart]

Fandom: Supernatural | Type: @SPN_Reversebang | Genre: Romance This is my second time participating in SPN_RB, the first being many years ago and I knew I wanted to do a pairing we don’t see much of in the fandom I got a wonderful writer to write a story inspired by the above and what she came up with was more then I ever expected and surprising. I would definitely recommend you to read it.

Art Title: Make Do Prompt Number: S2020 Artist: noctemusart Short description of art: A heavily pregnant Rowena, is facing the Winchester brothers. She's been keeping secrets... Additional art: yes, coming soon ( I will be adding to this post ) and eventually post them on AO3 as well :) ===

Fic Title: Change of Life (AO3) Author: Veruca Fandom/Genre: Supernatural, Romance Pairing(s): Rowena/Sam Summary: "That guy who thought about having a family, I’m not him anymore.” Sam might be wrong about that.

[laughablelament]

Fic: And you thought shower sex was complicated

(Sam/Dean, Explicit, ~3.6k)

When a winter witch hunt goes awry, Winchesters improvise.

Author: laughablelament

Artist: emberthrace (aka @embersdevine​)

Tags: first time, case fic, hellhounds, witches, bickering, cuddling for warmth, blow jobs, frottage

For @spnreversebang 2019

Art on LJ

Fic on AO3

[amypond45]

The work is done, the monsters are dead. Somehow the Winchesters have lived long past their time without aging, and now it’s time to move on, to leave this world that no longer needs them. They’ve just got time for one last road trip.

[deansmixtape]

Title: Damaged Goods

Artist: sillie82

Author: smalltrolven

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Rating: R

Summary: Dean might have lost his leg, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to keep on hunting. Much to Sam's annoyance and worry they give it a try and things go from bad to worse to unexpectedly awesome. Read it over on AO3 right here. Check out the art masterpost here.

[queer-as-art]

For his whole life, Sam has been a boy—only he was assigned the female gender at birth, so everyone thinks of him as a girl. But now, on his thirty-sixth birthday, Sam may finally have the chance to let his outsides match his insides.

Written for SPN Reversebang and inspired by this artwork by the amazingly talented happilysammy.

[peach-coke]

Everything aches and itches when he wakes up. Sam feels overheated, sore, trapped. Hot breath is ghosting over his neck and he turns slightly, albeit knowing exactly who's twisted around him like vines, hand pressed on his steadily beating heart to make sure it does exactly that. His big brother can be a lot of things. Annoying. Irritating. An asshole, the bane of Sam's existence. But when they wake like this, after brutal hunts and impending loss, he can't exactly find himself to care.

And my second Prompt for this years @spnreversebang​​ ♥ This one got claimed by the lovely NaughtyPastryChef! Go read her complementary fic right here: archiveofourown.org/works/27710012 Warning for my non-shipping followers and friends: The fic contains explicit Wincest, as well as the boys sharing a conquest (OFC)

[spnreversebang]

Got a fun fic idea? Feeling creative? Visualize it in fanart and join in the SPN_ReverseBang 2020 to lure in an author! All Supernatural characters are welcome and we also have an RPF corner:) From Gen to any pairing you like. The submission deadline for art is September 13 (or a week earlier if you want to hand in an Early Bird as well;) Come over to our LiveJournal community (no account necessary) to play in this classic fandom event!

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[jillmariej]

The beautiful art by txdora I had the opportunity to write for 

The archangel Michael steals the control of Dean’s body and he plans on keeping it. Dean fights to get it back until Michael sends him on the "vacation" he’s always dreamed about. Turns out Wincest saves the world (again). Spoilers for Supernatural season 14. Written for the Spn_reversebang 2018 

ao3 link   lj link      or read below

The One in Which Wincest Save the World

“No! You can’t do this!” Dean howls, but only Michael hears him. Dean struggles to move his arm, fights to stop his legs from walking but he has no control over his limbs. “Listen douchebag, we had a deal.”

“I don’t make deals,” Michael replies to the voice in his head. “That was your friend Crowley.”

“But you need my permission. I’m rescinding my permission. I take it back. Get the fuck out of my body!”

Michael ignores him and gets his vessel some new clothes. Then he admires himself in a mirror. “I make this look good.”

Dean looks into his reflection, but he isn’t there. Those aren’t his eyes looking back at him.

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It only takes Michael a moment to see that this earth is no better than the one he left.

“How did this place become so depraved that even its holy men commit the most immoral of sins? Where is God? Where are the angels to guide them? Why aren't my brothers stopping this?” he asks Dean though he doesn’t need Dean to speak to get the answers; they fly from Dean’s memory as the angel speaks.

We stopped them. Me and Sammy. You junkless angel douchebags were nothing to us. Now there’s only like ten of you left. You have no power here, so get the hell out!

“That's where you're wrong, Winchester. That simply makes me the most powerful being in this universe. I will set this world right. The sinners will be stopped and the righteous will rule.”

Sammy can stop you.

“He wouldn't dare hurt this vessel.”

About that. Why don’t you go find yourself another one and leave me out of your plans?

Michael admires himself in the mirror. “No, I quite like this one. It’s strong and beautiful. Yes, I'm keeping this vessel.”

You can’t do this! Dean bellows from deep inside himself. I’m getting my body back and I will make you pay for this.

“Shut up. I’m the captain now. You will be silent and stand down,” Michael commands.

Dean snarls. If Michael wants him to be silent then silent is the last thing he will be. Sammy won’t let you do this. He will hunt you down and stop you. My brother won’t give up until you’re dead.

“Killing me would kill you. Your precious Sam wouldn’t do that.”

That’s where you’re wrong. Sam will never give up. He’ll figure a way to break me out of here and when he does--

“Stop fooling yourself, Dean. Sam’s given up on you before.” Michael smirks at the pang of betrayal Dean feels. “And now he has no one to help him. You think he’ll put saving you before saving others? We both know better than that. Sam’s a big picture guy. Sam saves the world. He won’t have time to look for you.”

What does that mean? Dean demands.

“Assume he’ll be busy fighting his own demons and monsters and things that go bump in the night.”

Michael’s right. Jack is powerless. Cas is weak. With Crowley gone, no one is ruling the demons. Rowena might be able to do something but Sam would have to find her first.

“That witch can’t touch me, boy. She’s much too afraid of my power.”

Dean growls in frustration. How can he defeat this asshole if his every thought can be heard?

“I’m glad you finally understand.” Michael checks his reflection again. “Now hang on and enjoy the ride.”

Dean knows this isn’t really him doing these awful things, but it is his hands and it becomes his guilt. He makes another vow to himself to defeat Michael’s hold on him. What did Sammy use to say? Always keep fighting.

He’s struck by a memory. He can’t dwell on it, Michael might figure out a way to stop him if he does, but hell, it worked for Swayze.

I'm Henry the eighth I am,

Henry the eighth I am I am,

I got married to the widow next door,

She's been married seven times before,

And everyone was a Henry (Henry),

She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam (no Sam)

I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry,

Henry the eighth I am

Second verse, same as the first

I'm Henry the eighth I am,

He continues to sing loudly, off key and occasionally in an awful cockney accent. Michael doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t need to eat. So, neither does Dean, which allows him to continue singing for twelve hours non stop. His voice never weakens.

At first, Michael thinks Dean’s gone bat shit crazy. But at hour twelve and one minute, his eye twitches. At hour fifteen, he searches Dean’s memories for anything that would make him shut up.

All he finds is Sam. The song makes it difficult to focus but Michael finds a couple memories that stand out.

Dean likes classic rock and ‘80’s horror flicks. He likes cheeseburgers and pie. Michael examines every memory he can. The car seems to be very important to Dean, but nothing is more important than Sam. For his entire life Dean has made sacrifices for Sam, though he doesn’t see them as sacrifices since he did them willingly. Michael also finds promises Dean’s made but has yet to keep. And that is something he can work with.

Hunting and Sam have been Dean’s entire existence, so hunting and Sam will be what Dean gets.

“Sam!”

“Dean!”

The ancient oak door slams shut between them leaving Dean outside the dilapidated house “Watch your back, Sam. I’ll go around.”

Dean picks his way through the overgrown brush along the side of the house. This was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, but nothing was ever simple.

The sound of a shotgun blast quickens his step to the back of the house. “Sam!”  Dean yells as he pries a board off a low window.

From the inside, Sam lifts the pane. “Hurry. I don’t know how long that will hold him off.”

Dean hoists himself and a duffle bag through the window and rolls onto the floor. “Get down.”

Sam falls to his knees and Dean shoots at the giant masked figure behind him. “Let’s get to the basement.”

Once in the basement the brothers take pickaxes to the wall. When they finally break through, they are greeted by a blast of cold air and the rotten stench of death. Knowing they are close drives them on. Ten minutes later they are salting and burning and congratulating each other on a job well done.

As they pack up the Impala, Sam says, “You know, any of the newbies could have done this. We didn’t have to drive all the way to Wisconsin for a ghost.”

“Not just any ghost, Sammy. Ed Gein, the original leatherface. You love this serial killer shit.”

Sam smiles. “Yeah, I do,” he concedes with a slight blush.

“And did you see Celeste?” Dean whistles low. He grins at Sam and waggles his brows. “You know she has a sister.”

Sam rolls his eyes and walks to the passenger door. “That’s okay, Dean. You can go be with Celeste, but I don’t want a set up with her sister.”

Dean starts the car and chuckles, “Your loss, man.”

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He drives them back to the hotel and gets cleaned up while Sam pouts in front of his laptop screen. Sam does a double take when his brother leaves the bathroom in boxers and not dressed for a date. “Making it pretty easy for her, aren’t you Dean?” Sam teases.

Dean shakes his head and crosses the room to Sam. “No, man. I was just yankin’ your chain. Let me show you something.” He spins Sam’s laptop to face him and taps a few keys. “Celeste’s sister is a travel agent and she hooked me up with these.” He turns the screen to his brother.

Sam looks at the screen and then to his brother in awe. “Boarding passes?”

Dean nods, grinning like a kid at Christmas. “All expense paid trip to Cabo, Sammy. Just her way of saying ‘thank you for saving my sister’.”

“Seriously?” Sam’s eyes are wide with excitement.

“Hell yeah, I’m serious. Now go get cleaned up. I want to get some shut eye. We leave early in the morning.” He pats Sam’s shoulder as he heads for the bed. “Sun, sand, tequila and Sammy. My kind of vacation.”

Michael seduces another human to feed to his vampire pets.

This is what heaven feels like, Dean thinks, then shakes his head. No, he’s been to heaven and it ain’t this nice. Their suite is on the ground floor with a sliding door that opens onto a private beach. The resort has everything they could want. Parasailing, deep sea fishing, a masseuse that comes to your room, there’s even a grill if you want to cook your own food. He’ll make use of that later, grill up some seafood since Sam likes it so much.

“Dude there’s a hot tub,” Sam tells him as he strips off his shirt. “This place is amazing. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

His smile warms Dean more than the Mexican sun. “We’ve earned this, Sammy.”

“Yeah we have.” Sam pulls on some swim trunks. “I’m going for a swim. Wanna join me?”

“In a minute, I’m gonna order something I can throw on the grill. What do you feel like having steak or seafood?”

Sam wrinkles his face in thought. “Why not both?”

“Surf and turf it is.” Dean picks up the phone. “Don’t forget sunscreen. I don’t want to deal with your whiny ass if you get burned.”

They spend the day relaxing in the sun, drinking beers, and reminiscing. Dean loves seeing that smile on Sam’s face and he loves being the one to put it there. It’s been a long time since they were alone, just the two of them, without the pressures of a case and Dean feels years younger by the time they pour the wine for dinner.

He’s nervous about the food though he doesn’t know why. For some reason it’s especially important that Sam likes it. And he does. He tells Dean so more than once during the meal and Dean smiles with pride. He pours Sam the last of the wine but notices that he’s staring at the cooler. “Did you want a beer instead?” he asks.

Sam shakes his head. “No.”

“Are we out of beer?” Dean asks since Sam still finds the cooler interesting.

“No, not yet.” Sam raises his wine glass. “Thanks, Dean. I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

“Like I said, we earned this.” Dean pushes himself back from the table, perfectly sated after their meal. “The best part? We don’t have to clean any of this up. They’ve got someone to do that for us.” Sam makes a disgruntled face which makes Dean roll his eyes. “Dude I’m going to tip them.”

“No. I mean good,” Sam nods, “but I was just thinking that maid service is definitely not the best part of this trip.”

Dean laughs at himself. “What do you think is the best part, Sam?”

Sam stands up and moves around the table to Dean. He reaches out a hand to pull him from his chair. “You and me, here, alone without a care in the world. That is the best part.”

“I can get on board with that,” Dean says as he allows Sam to lead him back into their suite.

Sam pulls Dean into his arms. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had you all to myself without worrying about interruptions or the world ending?”

“Too long,” Dean whispers stretching up to kiss his brother. He ignores the slight tremor under his feet, not even an earthquake will keep him from his brother.

Michael twitches like a trickle of ice water slid down his neck. What was that? Doesn’t matter. He can’t dwell on it, can’t let it become a weakness Winchester can exploit.

He doesn’t have time, anyway.

The rumble of the Impala tells Michael this will be over much too soon. Sam Winchester and his little army of hunters will put an end to this group of vampires and he will have to start over. If he’s lucky his vamps will kill a few of Sam’s people. If he’s luckier still, they’ll turn one. But he knows they won’t get lucky enough to capture Sam.

Michael doesn’t stick around to help his brood. He has to find Anael, that whore must have told Winchester and company where to find him. She’s going to pay for that.

In the morning there’s fresh fruit, pastries, bacon, and eggs waiting on the lanai for them. Sam’s already at the table when the aroma of fresh coffee entices Dean to join him. Sam hands him a steaming mug. “Dude, I --” recognizing Dean’s nothing before coffee look makes Sam pause. “Right, in a minute.”

With his eyes still closed, Dean savors his first sips. Once the coffee does it’s trick, he opens his eyes. “Alright, what’s up?”

“Here, eat up.” Sam hands him a plate filled with bacon, eggs, and hash browns. “I thought today maybe we’d go fishing. There’s a charter that leaves in an hour.”

The green cooler captures Dean eye. He ignores his food and nods absentmindedly. “When did we get here?”

“Yesterday. Just before one. What’s going on with you?”

“Had a weird dream. There were vampires and you were driving the car instead of me.”

Sam’s eyes widen but he’s smiling. “Ooo, nightmare, huh?” he teases.

Dean ignores the teasing. “It felt really real, ya know? Like I was watching it all happen but not actually a part of it.” He shakes his head as if clearing cobwebs. “Do you like it here?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” Sam assures him quickly. “This place is the vacation we always wanted but never took. So, fishing?”

“Sure, Sammy, whatever you want.” Dean tucks into his food, savoring every bite.

The ocean is the deepest blue Dean has ever seen. It’s beautiful and grand and awe inspiring. Dean drinks it all in because it took a lifetime to get here and he doesn’t know when they’ll ever be back.

Sam is going on about the types of fish that are migrating at that time of year. He knows how big they get and how fast they swim and the best bait to use. Dean’s about to tease him for being a nerd about everything, but seeing the smile on Sam’s face stops him. For a minute. “You gonna talk the fish to death or are you gonna catch one?” His rod and reel are already set and he’s sipping his first beer. Sam gives him a bitch face but joins him, grabbing a beer for himself.

“This is the life, Sammy.” Dean grins tipping his head back to soak in the sun.

Dean’s lost track of time again. He doesn’t think much of it. It’s not as bad as when that witch cursed him and he forgot who he was. But something is scratching at the corner of his mind, telling him that something isn’t right.

He’s about to mention it to Sam when he feels a stabbing pain in his arm. “What the fuck?” He mumbles under his breath. He rubs his bicep and the room around him shimmers. There’s a brief flash of a hooded figure in the woods. “What the hell was that?”

“What the hell was what?” Sam asks.

Dean turns startled, like he forgot Sam was in the room. “Nothing. I tweaked my arm somehow.”

“Huh. Weird. Gettin’ old, dude.”

“Shut up. You’re old.”

Sam snorts at the lame come back. “Yeah, I am, but you’re way older.” HIs insult is softened by his fond smile and the kiss he places on Dean’s neck when he comes up behind him to wrap his arms around him.

Dean allows himself to be encircled in Sam’s arm and tries to ignore the pain in his arm and itching in his brain.

That bitch with the spear must be stopped. Michael gathers some werewolves and puts them on her scent. No need for him to risk injury again. He looks at the scar on his vessel’s arm and wonders if Winchester felt it.

But, Michael doesn’t bother checking in on Dean. The world he created for Dean is based on all of the man’s favorite things. Winchester is so far back in his mind on “vacation” that Michael is confident he might never hear from him again.

Dean’s not bored. Not exactly. He’s having the time of his life with Sammy on this vacation, but he feels like he should be doing something more. It’s almost like he misses hunting. Maybe he only misses the adrenaline rush it provides.

Sam comes in from his morning run and pours himself a glass of lemon water. “So get this, I overheard the staff talking about el chupacabra.”

Dean stares at him for a long moment. He has the oddest sensation, like the room is expanding around him, but Sammy is waiting for a response. “So, you want to go hunt it or something?”

Sam shrugs but he’s also smiling which tells Dean that his brother definitely wants to hunt. Dean sighs like this hunt is a major inconvenience. “Okay. Go take a shower. I’ll see what I can find out.”

There are no coincidences, Dean tells himself when Sam leaves the room. He rubs the phantom pain in his arm and thinks about the figure with the spear. His thoughts are coming so fast he can’t focus. He steps outside for some fresh air and, when his eyes land on the cooler, everything becomes clear.

“That shouldn’t be here.” He turns and races back through the room. His hand is on the knob for the front door to their suite. If he opens the door, he’ll see the Impala. He’s as certain of this as he is his own name. But he knows if she’s out there, Michael still has him and Dean can’t risk the angel knowing he’s onto him.

Dean thinks about a hotel he stayed in when he was sixteen. It was in the Arizona desert. The air was crisp and clean and the sky was the bluest he’d ever seen and stretched out forever. With that memory fixed in his mind, he opens the door to the Arizona desert and Baby shining in the sun.

“Fuck!” he growls, slamming the door.

The room shimmers again and he fears Michael is on his way to tear him away from here and make this possession a million times worse.

But, when Sam’s done with his shower and Michael still hasn’t shown, Dean thinks he might have a chance. He fears he can’t hold his entire plan in his mind at once or that rat bastard angel will figure it out.

“So, what do you think? You want to hunt the chupacabra or what?” Sam’s eager expression ignites more hope within Dean.

“You know that it’s probably a dog with mange, right?”

“Obviously, but if it’s rabid, someone should put it out of its misery. You don’t want it attacking someone or something and spreading the infection.”

“Yeah, sure, but first I want to apologize about the whole Ezekiel/Gadreel mess I got you into. I know I had no right to do that, but I love you and I wasn’t ready to let you go. After you sacrificed so much, it didn’t seem fair that you didn’t get to enjoy it.”

Sam makes a face at the abrupt subject change. “Dean, I forgave you for that a long time ago. Why are you bringing it up now?”

“Because seeing you this happy is all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve always wanted to take a vacation like this, with you.” Dean looks out the sliding door. The sun is at the perfect angle and the palm trees are shading the extra large chaise lounge. A light breeze is rustling the privacy drapes and the sky is that perfect blue.

Dean watches his brother pull on some long cargo shorts and his mind goes back to the tremor from the other night. Maybe that wasn’t an earthquake. “You know, we haven’t done it on those lounges yet.”

Sam snorts a surprised laugh. “You wanna do it outside in broad daylight where anyone can see us?”

“There’s no one around and besides we’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“A pre-hunt fuck instead of waiting until we get back.” Sam smirks, but he starts to undo he shorts.

“Think of it as a fuck for luck,” Dean adds with a grin while grabbing the lube off the bedside table.

Dean’s laying back, drinking in the beautiful sight of his gorgeous brother riding him, when he feels another tremor and the world around him shimmers. He doesn’t know why sex effects Michael’s hold on him, but he doesn’t care. His joy at this discovery brings his orgasm faster than he would like. Not wanting to disappoint his brother, Dean blows Sam to make up for it.

“Dude,” Sam pants as he catches his breath, “vacation sex might be the best sex yet.”

Dean chuckles and they both lay back on the chaise, the sound of the ocean waves relaxing them. The shimmer has stopped. The only thing Dean feels is the light breeze and the heat coming off his brother.

Dean chooses his next words carefully. He doesn’t want to tip off Michael, but he needs a certain memory. “You were such a badass at Stull, owning Luci like that.”

Sam shakes his head at the praise, but gives Dean a confused look. “That’s because you were there. You never gave up on me.”

“And I never will Sammy. I knew you were strong enough, how’d you take control?”

“I remembered how much you loved me. My whole life, you were always there for me. Even when I thought you were gonna push me away, you accepted me and loved me.”

And Yes! That was it. The memory comes flying back to him. Fifteen year old Sammy, drunk from a bottle of dad's Jack and crying in the rain.

“I hate you!”

Dean sighed and pulled his little brother out of the pouring rain into their motel room. “Yeah, I know. What’d I do this time?”

“Why are you hanging out with Sheila Ward? She’s such a bitch. She's just using you. She’s tryin’ to make her old boyfriend jealous. She doesn’t love you.”

Dean wrapped a dry towel around his shivering little brother. “I know Sam. It’s okay. I don’t care.”

“You should care. You deserve better. I love you. I would be so good to you, Dean. Don’t you see you deserve someone better than her? If only you’d --,” Sam sobbed.

Dean hugged him. “Shh, Sammy, it’s okay. I love you, too. It’s just Sheila can do stuff you-”

“I can do those things, Dean. I’ll do anything you want.” Sam practically slammed his mouth onto Dean’s in a sloppy demanding kiss.

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“That’s enough!” Dean’s voice bellows at him. Only it’s Michael and not him.

Dean’s torn away from his vacation and finds himself treading water in an endless black sea. “What’s enough, Mikey?”

“He’s your brother. It’s one thing when it’s your disgusting fantasy, but a memory?! How can an abomination like you be my perfect vessel?!” Michael’s voice echoes over the water.

“It doesn't matter what you do, Michael, Sam and I are soul mates. We love each other. We even share a heaven.”

“No, it’s not possible,” the angel sputters. “This is an outrage! An obscenity! You don’t belong in heaven.”

“No, it's not,” Dean argues. “It’s love, pure and simple.”

The space around Dean shimmers and he has a brief glimpse of Sam.

“Your father knew about me and Sam and never once did he call us an abomination. Hell, he even wrote books about us.”

“That can’t be!” Michael growls.

“Love is Love. God is Love. Love is the strongest force in the universe. And that’s what Sam and I have an abundance of and it’s something you can never take away from us.”

Michael screams in anger and the world around Dean vibrates with the angel’s rage. He drags Dean deep under the water until there is no light and Dean doesn’t know which way the surface lies. His lungs ache, but he keeps swimming.

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Fearing this is the end, Dean focuses on Sam. He remembers Mary placing his brother in his arms when she brought him home from the hospital. He remembers carrying him out of the fire. He remembers that first kiss that was unlike all the other kisses. “I love you, Sammy.”

“GET OUT!”

Michael is gone in a blink of an eye and Dean is left, collapsing into his brother’s arms. “Sammy?”

“Dean, is it really you?”

“Yeah, it’s really me.”

Dean is exhausted and silent on the drive back to the bunker. He’s resting against Mary in the Impala’s backseat as she attempts to comfort him. All he can do is stare at Sam. When Sam meets his eye in the rearview mirror, Dean tries to reassure him with a smile. Sam’s too worried to smile back.

Sam can feel Dean’s eyes on him, he’s so desperate to have Dean back he fears he’s overlooking an obvious trap. He wonders if Michael is still in Dean, hiding the way Gadreel did. He worries that the refugees in the bunker will be too much for Dean. What if one of them tries to attack Dean before he can tell them he’s no longer Michael?

Back in the bunker, Dean ignores everyone and retreats to his room. Both Sam and Mary follow him, but Sam stops her with a hand on her arm. “I’ve got him, Mom.”

“But,” Mary begins looking a little disappointed but then aquiesses with a nod.

Sam taps on the door, opening it only a crack to say, “Can I come in?”

“I’m fine, Sam.”

Sam peeks his head in. “Can I come in anyway?”

“Yeah.” Dean sounds exasperated.

Sam closes the door behind himself and leans against it. He wants to rush across the room, wrap his arms around Dean and hold on for a lifetime or two but he knows he has to wait for Dean. And right now, Dean’s not able to look him in the eye. It’s a red flag and Sam’s ready with an angel blade but he silently prays he won’t need to use it.

“I’m sorry.” Dean finally looks at him with eyes begging forgiveness. “I shouldn’t have said ‘yes’ but Lucifer had you and I, I couldn’t let him hurt you again.” Disappointed in himself, Dean ducks his head. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Dean-”

“I know Michael did awful things but I couldn’t stop him. I wasn’t strong enough.”

“Why’d he let you go?”

Dean looks up at him and for a moment considers telling him everything he remembers, but instead he shrugs. “I don’t know.”

Sam accepts the answer with a nod and edges further into the room. “Can I stay here tonight?”

Dean huffs. “I’m not him. He’s gone. You don’t have to worry-”

“I know,” Sam quickly interjects. “That’s not why I want to stay.” He blows out a shaky breath and steps towards Dean’s dresser. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. And if I did,” he sets the angel blade on the dresser, “I thought I’d have to kill you.” Looking over at Dean, he adds, “I don’t know if I could do that.”

“You could.”

Dean’s quick response makes Sam pause. Expressions of anger, hurt and sadness wash over his features. “I’m glad I don’t have to find out.” Dean has to understand how much he means to him. “I looked for you, you know. I followed every lead I could. Mom’s been on my ass ‘cause I haven’t eaten or slept --”

“Or shaved,” Dean teases with a small smirk.

Sam makes a face. He doesn’t want snarky Dean right now. He wants his Dean. He goes back to what has always worked for him in the past. He sits on Dean’s bed. “I was so scared, Dean.” His voice is just above a whisper. “I love you so much and I thought I lost you.”

Dean’s rounding the bed and is hugging his brother to his chest a moment later. “I love you too, kid.” He rubs a hand over Sam’s hair like he has since they were children with no one to comfort them but each other.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Sam asks again. “I don’t want, I mean we don’t have to do anything. I just want to sleep knowing where you are.” Dean goes to pull away but Sam doesn’t let go.

“What about the others?” Dean asks

Sam looks up at him. “I don’t give a shit about the others.”

“Mom?”

Sam scoffs. “Dean, God stayed down the hall from us. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about it so why should we care what anyone else thinks.”

Dean cradles Sam’s face in his hands and stares into his eyes like he’s memorizing them. “Yeah, okay.”

He walks back to the other side of the bed and strips out of the last bit of clothes Michael put on him. On the other side of the bed, Sam is quickly down to his boxer briefs and crawling under the covers. Dean snaps off the light and lets Sam curl up next to him. “You can stay on one condition, Sammy.”

“What?”

“Lose the beard.”

“Some people think it looks good,” Sam argues, rubbing a hand over his cheek.

“I thought we didn’t care what some people think.” Dean turns on his side and says, “And I am not getting whisker burn all over me.”

San chuckles and holds Dean close, pinning their bodies together. He rubs his beard on Dean’s shoulder before he kisses it. “First thing in the morning, it’s gone.”

Dean turns in the tight circle of Sam’s arms and kisses him with all the pent up passion of the last few weeks. Sam eagerly takes all Dean can give him. When they’re lying there, sated, but not ready to let the other one go, Dean whispers, “It was you, Sammy. You saved me. When you told me you loved me. When you trusted me with that love, that gave me the strength to fight Michael.”

They lay quietly together, their breathing falling into a synched rhythm as they drift off into the most peaceful sleep they’ve had in months.

Please check out the gorgeous art txdora made

[midnightsilver]

This was my first time entering the Spn Reverse Bang and I have had so much fun 🤗

Big thanks to @spnreversebang for the awesome moderating and a brilliant challenge. 🎉👍🏻

My art was chosen by the wonderful Alyndra who wrote an awesome story.

The fic goes up later to day. You will be able to find it on ao3 here 😄

Fic Details:

Title: Elementals

Author: Alyndra

Art: MidnightSilver

Rating: Teen/Gen, No Warnings Apply

Relationship: Castiel & Jack Kline & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Summary: Jack's an ordinary teenager until he meets three strange beings in the woods. Air, fire, earth...but they're missing their fourth, and Jack will never be the same if he listens to who they think he should become.

[klayr-de-gall]

Moving Mountains

[A Pacific Rim AU]

by tiamatv

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Cesar Cuevas/Jesse Cuevas            

Tags: Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, Drift Compatibility, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Giant Robots, Kaiju, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Mind Meld, Smart Dean Winchester, Hurt Castiel, Intimacy, Frottage, Missions Gone Wrong, Self-Sacrifice, Happy Ending, Knitter Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel/Dean Winchester, John Winchester's A+ Parenting

Summary:

Marshall Robert Singer has one hand resting on his hip, the other gripping the discarded practice pole. Castiel thinks he looks tired. That said, with how the kaiju have been crawling with increasing frequency out of the Breach with every passing week and decimating the cities lining the Pacific, no one can blame the man for that.

Castiel knows there aren't enough Jaegers or Jaeger pilots left to defend the coastline against the monsters—but with his history, he's not getting back into harness. He's never joining his mind with anyone else's. Not again.

“Congratulations. You boys done dancing yet?” Singer demands, thumping the butt of the staff on the ground with blunt, percussive force. “We got work to do.”

“Work?” Castiel asks, frowning.

“Congratulations?” Dean finishes.

“Well, yeah.” The Marshall of North America's last battle-center looks back and forth between them, clearly questioning their intelligence. His lip curls just slightly under his beard—no doubt at their blank expressions. “You’re obviously Drift-compatible, ya idjits.”

“What?”

 “What?”

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Tiamatv’s and mine Reverse Bang entry for the DCRB2022 event, by @deancasreversebang!

The Pacific Rim universe is one of the very first AUs I look for in every fandom I get into. And I was sad to see that deatiel has so few. So the Reverse BB was an amazing opportunity to change that XD

I’m beyond grateful for tiamatv amazing story! I love every moment of it, am still in awe at the depth and length of it! Thank you so much for working with me! I enjoyed all of it! This is exactly what I wanted and so much more!

Drawing that armor definitely was an experience. I’m so happy how it turned out!

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