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casgetoutofmyass0907 · 4 months
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it's been a hot minute (three years)
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casgetoutofmyass0907 · 11 months
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can we talk about how daintily dean closed his computer tho?
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casgetoutofmyass0907 · 11 months
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huh
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Seeing you again made me love cherry blossoms
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exclusive behind the scenes look at cas in the winchesters season two
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How Destiel actually becomes canon
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Hey All!
I am on Quotev now! I will be revamping some things here soon so that this can be a platform for SPN and TWD! 
https://www.quotev.com/CasGetOutOfMyAss
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Nice and Slow, Darling
Hey! It’s been a while, I know, but I just posted some slow and sensual DeanCas spice if you’re interested 😏
Read on ao3 here
As always, a huge thank you to @trenchcoatimpala for beta reading for me! 
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more of the same
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Weightless
It’s HERE!! FINALLY!! After eight months of writers block and lack of motivation I have finished the sequel to Tricks of the Trade! This fic is only eight chapters long (funny how that worked out, one chapter for each month it took me to finish this thing) and comes out to 31k words. I will be posting a new chapter every SUNDAY!
Weightless can be found right HERE on ao3
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IT IS DONE!! THE SEQUEL TO TRICKS OF THE TRADE IS FINALLY DONE!!! I just have to do some editing and have my beta do a quick read for me but I will begin posting it as soon as that’s done! So you can look forward to it in the VERY VERY near future!! 
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they are blowing off some steam
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some soldier boy practice sketches
[if you’d like to, you can support me here]
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I know I’ve been pretty MIA, but I just wanted to say a HUGE thank you for over 800 hits! I appreciate you all more then you know, and I’m glad that people are enjoying the story.
For those of you that are curious, the fic is completely posted and is 22k words. There is also a bonus ✨spice✨ chapter posted which is 3k! You can find them on ao3 here!
Make sure to read the tags and enjoy!
Interrogate Me, My Dear Detective
AHH!!! It’s here! I have loved writing this fic and I am so happy that I can finally share it with you all! 
This fic has five chapters and is COMPLETE! Updates will be every Saturday 😁 
A huge thank you to @trenchcoatimpala​ for beta reading, I seriously appreciate it so much!! 
Summary: 
The year is 1975. Dean Winchester is a serial killer who kills serial killers. His crusade has been long pursued by one Detective, Castiel Novak, who has been tracking Dean for years in the hopes of capturing him and bringing him to justice.
When Dean makes a careless mistake with his latest victim, Castiel catches up to him at last. But when he hears Dean’s confession, he must decide if Dean has really been the villain all along.
Read the first chapter here!
Please make sure to read the tags because this fic deals with graphic depictions of violence and serial killers, the tags hold the details. 
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The Dam Has Fallen, And So Have I
Well… this is just pure pain that I decided to write tonight. 
Word Count: 404
TW: Suicidal thoughts
It was only moments after his knees hit the concrete floor that Dean felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders. He couldn’t stop the sobs that erupted from him, rippling through his body in waves that crashed against a crumbling dam, tears spilling from his eyes from the force. He let his fists clench onto the familiar trench coat, and let his head dip into the crook of Castiel’s neck as a range of emotions flowed through him. 
Dean didn’t have a specific reason for breaking down at this moment. It was more so a collection of reasons that had accumulated over his entire lifetime. He had lost so much and was on edge as each second ticked by because he didn’t know what the next thing to go wrong would be. He prayed that something would take him out before he had to suffer another loss. Except, maybe that was the reason for his breakdown; the suicidal thoughts became too much to handle. 
He had almost finished a fifth of whiskey when Cas found him in his bedroom. Dean didn’t want to talk, but Cas had insisted, and if Cas was insisting then it was clear something was wrong. Transparency’s a bitch, and Cas was the only person Dean felt he could let his walls down around. So, he let the words flow. 
He told Cas that he didn’t feel he had a reason to live anymore, that the world would be better off without him. He wouldn’t pull that trigger himself, wouldn’t put Sammy through that, but that doesn’t mean an “accident” couldn’t happen on a hunt. Would they think it was simply a tragedy if a monster got the upper hand on him and spilled his guts on the floor? Or would they know that he let that monster win, that he succumbed to the demons in his mind? 
He had lost all hope, but now, in Cas’s arms he felt safe, he felt protected, he felt secure. For the first time in a long time, he could simply take everything in, no matter how fucking painful it was. Each thought that crossed his mind was soothed by the scent of Cas, the scent of honey and vanilla sweetening the bitter memories. 
“I’ve got you,” the angel whispered against his hair. 
Those three words and a comforting squeeze were all it took for Dean to find a reason to fight another day.
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