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freetobecelestial · 11 months
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day 3 of @starcrosseddeancas drabble event : stars
“Show me which ones you created again.” They both know it's a ploy to get Cas to lay even closer to Dean in order to point at the stars, but neither mention it.
Dean is only half listening, having heard that same explanation hundreds of times before.
“Do you have a favorite?” Another question Dean asks nearly every time, but Cas’ answer is always different. Sometimes pointing to one or another, sometimes saying he has no favorite.
Today, he turns to face Dean, their faces barely inches apart.
“Yes.” Castiel replies, gazing into Dean’s eyes but apparently not feeling the need to elaborate.
“Which one, Cas?”
“These two.” And before Dean can even open his mouth to reply, Cas lifts his head slightly, softly kissing Dean’s eyelids just as they drift close. Once Dean opens his eyes again, he finds Cas gazing at him lovingly.
“Sap,” Dean whispers back.
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sylvanfreckles · 6 months
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Title: The Crawling Dark
Story by: SylvanFreckles (@sylvanfreckles)
Art by: Suninjang (@cactus-79)
Rating: T
Word Count: 16k
Warnings: Suspense, gore, blood, violence, claustrophobia, nightmare fuel, body horror
Summary: Dean was hoping for a straightforward case, something that would let him and Castiel have a little private time together. But what they found in the caves beneath Delving, Colorado was a stinking labyrinth of a death and decay, with an ancient horror at its heart. At the mercy of the darkness around them, Dean and Castiel must face a creature of immeasurable strength and insatiable hunger, with light as their only salvation.
After all, it is better to light a candle than to curse the crawling dark.
@deancashorrorfest is finally here! Welcome to the scares!
Link to story || Link to art
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verobatto · 7 months
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Happy Birthday Castiel!
Have this little ficlet! Not beta'ed hehehe
The Cheapest (Best) Gift
Link to AO3
Castiel sits quietly in the kitchen. His eyes wander between Sam and Jack. Both of them are embedded into a task that smells so good. Baking.
"Chocolate chips are the best option for a birthday cake," Jack says before turning around as he grins, "What do you think, Cas?"
"I think so too, they look great." Castiel tilts his head, sometimes people forgets he can't taste a thing. But seeing them working so hard to make a cake for him, warms Castiel's heart.
"Dean is late." Sam's hair jumps as his head turns to the clock on the wall.
"I'm not!" Dean rushes. His feet are faster than never to place himself behind his brother with a big smile on his face.
Cheeky, as always. Castiel chuckles.
Wheeling around, Dean points about Castiel and sits by his side.
"You didn't tell me what you want for your birthday." Dean frowns, but there's a noticeable smirk on his lips. Castiel can't look away.
"You were out for like two hours and you didn't buy a gift?" Sam's annoyed voice resonates in the kitchen. His spatula waves like crazy in the air.
"Hey! Slow down, I couldn't find the perfect gift for Cas." Dean put both his hands up.
"You don't need to buy me a perfect gift." Castiel grabs Dean's hand, he can feel Dean jolting in surprise. "The perfect gift is in front of me." They kiss softly as Dean clasps his hand on Castiel's.
With a gummy smile, Dean huffs. "I knew it, I'm your perfect gift." He giggles and his cheeks are blushing exquisitely.
"Oh, come on! Really?" Sam hisses, he is folding his arms on his chest as he rolls his eyes.
"What? I'm adorable!" Dean says, he blinks exaggeratedly.
"That was the cheapest gift ever!" Jack laughs, yet Dean is scowling.
"Did you just call me cheap?"
"In a good sense." Jack is smiling when Sam starts to laugh louder than before.
"Forget it. I won't defy God again." Dean approaches Castiel to wrap an arm around his shoulders and Castiel smiles as he thinks the best birthdays are when they're all together like this.
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ginger-mosaic · 1 year
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Suptober Day 28: Animal
Sam took first watch, unable to sleep anyway while Dean was so vulnerable.
And adorable.
Cas sniffled on the other bed, laying on his side, scratching Dean’s forehead. Dean’s eyes were closed, his ears laid back, probably as content as a rabbit could get.
“Don’t worry, Cas,” Sam said gently. “We’ll fix him.”
“It’s not that,” said Cas with another sniffle. “Sam…” He looked up, anguished, and said: “My husband is adorable.”
Sam snorted and Cas began to laugh helplessly. Dean’s ears lifted and he sat up, his nose twitching, and when he thumped, it only made them laugh harder.
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This year I’m doing 100-word stories. This is also posted on my AO3!
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noxsoulmate · 1 year
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🍂🍃 Welcome to Noxy's Destiel Flufftober 🍂🍃
Ship: Destiel | Fandom: Supernatural | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3
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Bubbles and Snuggles
Word Count: 2700 | Rating: Mature | Warnings/Tags: bubble bath, bathing/washing, massage, Castiel takes care of Dean, romantic fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, married couple, explicit sexual content, sex & fluff in the Men of Letters Bunker
Summary:
With their busy lives, Dean and Cas don’t often have time for just the two of them. Which is why it’s such a nice surprise when Dean comes back to the bunker one night to find that his husband told everyone else to get lost…
🍂🍃 Read on ao3 🍂🍃
This story was written for
@flufftober Day 6 & 10: Candles & Love Language
flufftober2021 Day 28: Soothing Baths
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@xharuka17x, my friend, a little bit of fluffy smut for you, I hope you enjoy 😘
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liron-ao3 · 1 year
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MAKE YOUR VOICE A MAIL
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General Audiences / 500 words
Dean calls Castiel, but only his voicemail answers.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43307229
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Name of Work: Reminisce
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: General Audiences
Tags: Destiel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Fluff, Driving, First Dates, Reminiscing, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Husbands
Username(s): @ididitallofitforyou
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nikadd · 2 years
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i know we’ve talked abt this before but the fact that free to be you and me and the end are one after another is sooooo mindboggling. free to be you and me is like hey dean here’s some time away from a codependent relationship with your brother that can actually be healthy for you. and here’s some good time with a great new friend. and then BOOM if you let your little brother even a little space he’s gonna go off and say yes to the devil and your new friend is gonna be forever corrupted by your mere existence. chew on that.
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deancaspinefest · 2 months
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all that we intend
Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden | Artist: NeverSleepUntilFive
Posting on Tuesday March 26
When Dean Winchester met Castiel Novak in college they were both headed for amazing things: Dean was a rising star in the art world while Cas was a promising medical student. Now, thirteen years and one marriage later, none of those dreams have come true. Cas works twelve hour shifts as a nurse while Dean works as a mechanic, his art supplies wasting away in a dusty room. With his marriage to Cas on rocky ground, Dean starts to feel like he made a mistake all those years ago. A chance encounter and a hasty wish land Dean in another world -- one where his art career is skyrocketing him to fame and fortune... And one where he never married Cas. Now Dean has to make a decision -- whether to go back to Cas and his mundane life, or whether to stay... and lose Cas forever.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
Just to the side, off hospital property, a street vendor has set a table up. A very familiar street vendor.
“You,” Dean snarls, almost jogging in his haste to get to the man. The vendor looks up from his phone, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees Dean. Not even Dean’s hand shooting out and grabbing the front of his shirt can dim his superior expression.
Aware of the eyes on him, Dean avoids slamming that smug face into the table, but it’s a struggle. “You,” he repeats, giving the vendor a little shake. “You did this.”
“Afraid you’re going to have to be more specific bucko,” the vendor drawls. “If it was your wife or your sister I knocked up, then honestly, they should be grateful. And even though you are a stud, you’re not really my type, so…”
The last word is elongated into a monstrosity of syllables. Dean’s resolve to not punch the vendor is growing thinner and thinner by the second. His knuckles crack with the strain of holding himself back.
“This,” he finally spits, dragging out the pendant from underneath his shirt. “You gave me this and told me some bullshit story about how it could grant wishes.”
“Hm,” the vendor says, making a big show of pondering. He even taps his chin with the tip of his index finger, the absolute fuckwit. “Doesn’t seem so much like it was bullshit, now does it?”
For just one moment, Dean’s brain is wiped blissfully blank. He doesn’t even have the background noise of static to distract him. There’s just… nothing, but then reality intrudes in the form of someone laying on the horn when the person in front of them lingers for a split-second too long at a green light.
“You’re insane,” he finally says, bringing his brain back online. “There’s no such thing as… As…”
The vendor raises one supremely smug eyebrow. “No? Then explain why your husband just treated you like the annoying kid at a high school reunion.”
Furious, Dean clenches his jaw. He starts and immediately slaughters at least half a dozen sentences. The truth... The awful truth that he can't admit to himself is that there is no rational explanation. Not even his most far-fetched notions explain the phone call, Cas and Meg’s behavior, and the disappearance of his wedding ring.
Nothing except the impossible, that is.
(continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 26)
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freetobecelestial · 11 months
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day 2 of @starcrosseddeancas drabble event : lies
After years of keeping secrets and a wide range of lies, Dean hates lying to Cas now. Couldn’t even remember that last time he did it at this point, and the turmoil in his stomach is a steady reminder that he promised to never do this again.
But, just this one last time, it’s necessary.
“Sorry, Cas, I really was hoping to be home tomorrow, but you knew Bobby. Man was a grade 10 hoarder. And this unit needs to get cleaned out. We both know how dangerous this stuff can be so the quicker it can get into the locked storage rooms of the Bunker, the better.”
“I know Dean, you’re right. I just hate to spend our anniversary apart. Especially after all the time we’ve already wasted.”
“Me too, Cas,” Dean says, rolling a gorgeous custom ring between his fingers, “but there will be more.”
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A offers B a hip massage after taking it up the ass for the first time and it just leads to more sex.
Or it maybe it doesn't. Maybe it just leads to some nice cuddles and emotional intimacy. That's super cool too. If not much cooler.
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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months
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Warm and soft skin
(You can also find this ficlet below on AO3)
Every once and a while, when Dean comes back from a bad hunt or when Cas is struggling with his brothers and sisters, they do it. Sometimes it’s just because they want to – need to – because they seek for warm, comforting and tender touches. Some other times it’s just about being, being together, being happy and being there for each other.
Today, Dean asks for it. Not for any particular reason, he just wanted to, because it’s been too long since last time in his opinion. So, he approaches Cas in the kitchen. The angel is drying the clean dishes when Dean presses himself against his back, his arms wrapped around him and his face buried into the crook of his neck.
“I need you, Cas.” Dean whispers, his lips brushing at Cas’s soft skin just below his ear. And Cas understands instantly what Dean means. This has been their way to ask for it since the first day it happened. And it occurred so naturally.
Cas puts the plate and the cloth he had in his hands down on the kitchen counter and turns around. Dean lets him, barely moving away and slightly opening his arms, he closes them back around Cas’s waist as soon as he faces him.
The angel kisses his lips softly as he reaches for Dean’s arms surrounding him. He disentangles them and takes Dean’s hand in his. He pulls him out of the kitchen towards Dean’s room. He opens the door and makes sure they both entered fully before closing it behind them.  
Cas lets Dean’s hand fall from his, he knows they’ll touch again soon. Plus they need it to fully undress. Dean is naked first since Cas has a lot more layers to get rid of. He slides in the bed under the covers, waiting for Cas. The angel takes off his boxer briefs and drops them on the floor with the rest of their clothes as he walks towards the bed.
He settles next to Dean under the covers. He doesn’t have the time to lie back properly that Dean is already shifting closer. Cas smiles and faces the man beside him. He gets closer too, taking Dean into his arms, feeling the warm of his soft skin against his own.
He also perceives his heartbeat against his chest. He slides one arm under Dean’s head and lets his fingers tangling with his soft little hairs at the back of his neck. He knows Dean love when his nails scrap his scalp so he starts doing it while his other arm goes for Dean’s back. He flexes it to press Dean’s body closer to his. Then his hand travels up and down the strong muscles of Dean’s back. It’s soothing, warm and soft and this is all Dean wanted. His left arm is folded between them with his hand resting flat against Cas’s bare chest, his face buried under his chin, and his right hand on Cas’s hip while his thumb is stroking the soft skin there.
From time to time, Cas kisses his forehead, his hand grabs Dean’s shoulder, and presses him closer tightly, or his other hand strokes Dean's butt cheeks. There is no sexual undertone to their naked cuddles. There never was. Because this is not about that. This is about touch, skin-to-skin contact.
For Dean, it’s especially about feeling Cas there with him after losing him so many times. And for Cas, it’s about being asked and being able to do this, to see Dean this vulnerable. He is even more vulnerable that way than when they have sex. This is pure intimacy, this is one of their ways to show their love to the other. And those tender touches happen whenever one of them needs it. It can last two minutes like it can two hours. The one asking for this is the one who chooses how long he needs to feel the other’s warm and soft skin against his own.
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liron-ao3 · 1 year
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SOMETHING TO LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST
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Teen & up / 500 words
Castiel and Dean are building a bed.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43287534
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acklesangel97 · 1 year
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Guys… 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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