Holiday Rescue
Destiel, and my 30th fic posted this year! Holy shit.
Words: 12585
Rating: Explicit
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Snow sucked. Some people loved it, sure. But Dean Winchester wasn't one of those people.
First of all, the salt that was everywhere to melt the snow and give some traction was going to destroy Baby if he wasn't careful. He'd been meticulous about cleaning her off, but if he found even a speck of rust, he was gonna lose it.
Then, to top it all off, three days earlier, he slipped on some ice getting out of Baby and broke his damn wrist. As though in apology, Mother Nature chilled the fuck out, or rather, didn't chill, and the weather warmed up to way more appropriate temperatures. Sure, a lot of the country got snow in December, but not Georgia! In January, a little, but it was barely December. Grumbling to himself, he undid the ropes lashing his purchase to Baby's roof. Stupid snow. Stupid ice! So now he was in a cast, trying to muscle the Christmas tree he'd picked up off the roof, and swearing under his breath.
Okay, so maybe he was being an ass about it. Sammy had said he'd go shopping to help while Dean was incapacitated, but Dean was an idiot and refused to admit he needed help.
And now he was stuck. His apartment was a third-floor walk-up, and while there was nothing wrong with his legs, hauling the tree when he couldn't get a good grip on it was impossible. He'd just dropped his forehead against Baby's roof with a groan when he heard someone jogging up.
"Did you need help?" asked a deep, husky voice.
He rolled his eyes. Jogging was for yuppies like his brother, and whoever tortured themselves like that was definitely not someone Dean wanted to deal with just then.
He lifted his head, prepared to brush off the guy, when he found himself face-to-face with a gorgeous, tousled, sweaty vision in jogging shorts, runners, and aviators. A shirt was dangling, tucked under the guy's waistband, but his perfectly tanned chest was clear evidence the shirt didn't get much use.
Dean's mouth went dry. The guy had intricate floral tattoos up and down his right arm and what looked like a scroll of paper winding around from the shoulder to mid-forearm on the left, with writing all over that Dean couldn't read at that distance. There was another one across his abdomen and ribs on the left side in a weird script. Dean nearly whimpered when he spotted a pair of steel barbells through his nipples, and he had a ring piercing his lower lip. A perfectly stubbled jaw slanted down to a dimpled chin, with gorgeous pink lips above. He had piercings in his ears, as well, with both earlobes pierced and a short industrial on the right.
He nodded mutely, and the guy pulled off his sunglasses and grinned. His dark mahogany hair was sweat-damp, and just a touch of grey glinted at his temples. But when Dean met his eyes?
Blue.
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thank you much to @nickelkeep for beta-ing as always! Love you! And much love to @anyreiart for the spectacular art of Cas.
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(Atypical) Love Story - tiamatv - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
“Are you… scenting me?” the man in an oversized beige trench coat asked, suspiciously, in a deep gravel voice that ran down Dean’s spine. "Why? I really don't smell like much."
Dean’s mouth sagged open. “Dude,” he answered, honestly, “You smell amazing.”
He’d never seen anyone look so shocked at a compliment before. “O-oh.”
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Dear Western Red Cedar #2409
Author: Mittens | Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy
Posting on Wednesday February 22
For a decade, Dean had been living his dream life in Montana as a national park ranger. When Sam and Eileen followed him there a few years later, he had no idea how to tell them about his side gig as the acclaimed but reclusive author of a wildly popular series of fantasy/horror novels loosely based on his own experiences. Well, minus the monster hunting.
Hey, he had to keep himself occupied up at the remote outpost he was stationed at for a month at a time, and he never expected them to become bestsellers-- or potentially a tv series, if his agent could only convince him to out his real identity to the studio. While Dean's also writing his latest bestseller on a deadline, a misunderstanding and his own social ineptitude leave him completely cut off, aside from his new pen pal who Dean only knows as Bluebird.
Cas had spent the last two years desperate to hold Dean’s attention. Right when he felt they might be getting somewhere, Dean was called away on an emergency. Of course he had to go and lament about his troubles to a random tree, thanks to a distracting plaque inviting the public to participate in a new town project. To his surprise, he seems to hit it off, completely anonymously of course, with Western Red Cedar #2409.
Through a ridiculous series of coincidences, it could be the best thing that ever happened to either of them.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
“You know I could probably get you a limited run television series, if not a full-blown movie deal if you were just willing to show your face in public once in a while,” his agent Crowley had told him the last time they’d spoken a few days earlier. “Just one Comic Con, or even a book festival or two. Hell, get a twitter and put yourself out there a little bit.”
Dean had grumbled and rubbed his face as he paced like a caged tiger in his living room. “You know the deal, Crowley. Not even my own family knows I write, and I intend to keep it that way.”
Dean knew Crowley was rolling his eyes on the other end of the line. “You know you’ve got a comfortable setup. You don’t want to risk your day job, but they sell your books in the bloody National Park souvenir shops now. They think it’s a natural fit, promoting nature and conservation science and the whole National Park system. I sincerely doubt they’d fire you at this point.”
Dean had slumped into his favorite chair and rubbed his eyes. They’d been around this block so many times. It was time to put a bit on the line with Crowley to hopefully protect everything he’d built for himself. He glanced around his cozy cabin and felt a twinge of longing for the sort of companionship that Sam had found in Eileen, the sort he sometimes felt while chatting with Cas at the library, and shook it off. If nothing else, Dean had a comfortable life.
“You know why I went into forestry in the first place?” he asked, quietly, hoping his tone conveyed how serious he was.
Crowley sighed. “I assume it’s part of some altruistic drive to save the world.”
Dean laughed, low and dark. “Yeah, maybe a little of that, but mostly because this is where I’m happiest. I don’t wanna be some Hollywood guy. I do good work here, important work. Saving nature, and occasionally an idiot hiker who wandered off the trail. But I know what I’m good at, and it ain’t schmoozing with movie stars or standing up in front of an audience and talking about my process, or whatever.”
“All right, if you insist. As long as you’re paying me to do all the schmoozing on your behalf.”
“Thank you,” Dean said, his shoulders relaxing minutely as he exhaled in relief.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Crowley said. “I’m still shopping your series around to a few studios, hoping publicity for your upcoming eighth installment will be enough to entice one of them into negotiations. If you haven’t decided on at least telling your nearest and dearest about your secret identity, then you might want to consider that.”
Dean began to protest, but Crowley had cut him off.
“Ah, ah, ah, no. I’m not going to out you, but... even on a personal level, I can’t imagine keeping that kind of secret as long as you have. It can’t be healthy, Dean. You should at least share it with someone other than me.”
[continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday February 22]
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[JP] RMD VIP event: Delusional. ~Our Fetish. Thanks for the meal~
EXCUSE ME MY EYES HELLO?!
So, Voltage released a new VIP event on occasion of RMD's 5th anniversary. What the heck is that cute chibi MC and these 6 men jlhsklkdsjllkl
And these delusional stories descriptions WHAT IS THIS T^T
[Kasumi]
"Before performing a risky heart surgery, Kasumi is forced to choose between the dream of pregnancy of the patient and her own life. You find yourself pondering over what choices you would make if this were your surgery. At that time, something you said to him, imagining a future with Kasumi, moved his heart…"
[Takado]
"Takado tells a couple who had been planning for their retirement that their dreams may not come true in the future. One night, as he was having complicated feelings as a doctor, he found you collapsed in the living room…!? Takado, still more anxious than ever, runs for tomorrow with you!"
ALSO THIS FREAKING PREVIEW-
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