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Sweet Summertime

SPN Writing Challenge || bottomnovak vs mriareynolds vs deansleather prompt: water slide pairing(s): destiel, implied micheanstiel word count: 3987 tags: modern au - high school/college, summer break shenanigans, water park fun, lifeguard!michael, fluff and humor, dean is scared of heights, but dammit he’s gonna impress the hot lifeguard

author’s note: idk guys i just wanted dean to embarrass himself trying to impress the hot lifeguard at the top of the way too high water slide ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

this has much less micheanstiel than i was hoping for *cries*

the water park is based on the real-life water park here in my hometown here in oklahoma, usa. all rides are real rides that i have ridden

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The hum of the window unit trying in vain to churn out cool air fills the lazy silence of the living room, and Dean groans pitifully. His skin sticks to the leather couch and pulls as he rolls over onto his stomach, sweat rolling down the crease of his spine and pooling in the small of his back.

Cas comes into the room from the kitchen, bearing chilled bottles of water and a bowl of fresh-cut fruit: strawberries and blueberries and pineapple and watermelon. Dean’s mouth waters even though he swears all the liquid in his body is now outside his body.

“Sit up, Dean,” Cas says, lightly nudging Dean’s calf with his socked foot. Dean does so, accepting a bottle of water with a grateful moan as the chilled bottle touches his skin.

“How are you not just dying?” he whines, giving pointed looks to the band tee and basketball shorts and friggin’ socks his boyfriend has on. Dean himself only bothered to put on a pair of clean underwear when he finally crawled out of bed at ten that morning because it was just too damn hot to sleep in properly.

Cas shrugs, plopping down on the couch with a slight bounce. He sets the fruit bowl on the cushion between them. It’s also too damn hot for cuddling, sadly.

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#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: water slide #writer: chuckshvrley #destiel #deancas #au #micheanstiel #castiel #dean winchester #michael #sam winchester #this was super cute #i loved the water park theme #and dean being afraid of heights was adorable #great job!!

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SPN Writing Challenge | @pimentogirl vs. @delicious-irony PROMPT: flip flops pairings: general fic (hint of Destiel) word count: 816 tags: shameless tooth-rotting fluff

It was too damned hot. And bright. Dean squinted into the brilliance of the sunlight, and gazed about him.

Registering with some relief that Sam was beside him, looking equally bewildered.

“Er… any idea where we are?” Sam asked softly.

“How in the hell should I know?” Dean snapped. “Last thing I remember was sitting in Baby outside the motel. You?”

Sam pursed his lips momentarily, before replying. “Same.”

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#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: filp flops #writer: pimentogirl #gen fic #general fic #fluff #loved this so much #this should happen in the show omgggg #great job!!!#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #canon verse #canon divergent

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Flip flop

SPN Writing Challenge @spnwritingchallenge | delicious-irony vs. pimentogirl @pimentogirl prompt: “flip-flops” pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean & Castiel word count: 1,850 tags: beach houses, vacations, pranks

Also, inspired by this fantastic picture here:

Flip flop flip flop.

Like the day before and the day before that, Dean had just about silenced his alarm when he heard the telltale sound of open-toed rubber-soled sandals. The same sound he had heard upon waking for the last one and a half weeks. He got up, dressed and the coffee started, and when he left the house twenty minutes later, sure thing, there was the usual pair of flip-flops, attached to the banister of his terrace with a bicycle chain. While the bicycle chain was certainly a note-worthy element, the yellow-and-black stripes pattern together with the cartoonish bee-print on the straps was what had caught Dean’s attention in the first place. The chain… well, that one had him do an honest to god double-take when he’d first seen it. The rather conspicuous footwear had appeared last Monday morning, and every morning thereafter. When Dean had returned from work in the late afternoon, the sandals had been gone again. Over the weekend Dean did not have to get to up at six, and when he had gone outside for an early morning swim in the sea around eight-ish, the sandals had been nowhere to be seen.

Dean thought that he should probably he annoyed that somebody was chaining their flip-flops to his banister, but the entire idea was so completely random that Dean was more intrigued than angry. He felt the peculiarity of it all getting to him more and more until he felt he absolutely had to know what the hell was behind all this. So, Dean did what everybody would do in his situation, got up half an hour earlier the next day despite having the day off thanks to a long weekend, and then sipped his coffee while peaking through the blinds of his back window.

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#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: flip flops #writer: delicious-irony #OMG that pic is too funny #what a hilarious and awesome fic concept #looooove #awesome job :)#au #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester

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Swimsuit

SPN Writing Challenge @spnwritingchallenge | delicious-irony vs. wetsammywinchester @wetsammywinchester prompt: “swimsuit” pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean & Castiel word count: 1,300 - I might add a part 2 at a later point tags: Charlie, Dean Winchester, Castiel, high-school!AU, summer, lake, swimsuits, fear of awkward boners, kind of open ended

“I’ll see you at the lake in an hour then!”

With that Dean waved and rode off on his bike. Castiel could only wave in return and hope that his plastered on smile did not look as fake as it felt.

Castiel didn’t know how, but somehow the conversation had got away from him and now he had somehow agreed to join Dean Winchester and Friends ™ at the local lake for a swim. In an hour. Objectively, there was nothing wrong with this; they had shared some of their classes at school this year, and now summer was here and exams were over and soon they’d all be off on their various vacations. Except for Cas, whose parents had only moved here around mid-terms and who were not planning on going anywhere in the summer. There were way too many things to be taken care of in their newly acquired home. Being the new kid had meant relative social isolation at first, although for a much shorter time than Castiel had anticipated, and maybe somewhere deep inside, hoped.

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#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: swimsuit #writer: delicious-irony #aw man cliff hanger!#super cute #love summer aus #great job!#au #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #hs!au #high school au

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Pinch Hitters Needed!

Hello all! The September (and final) challenge is officially over and we want to thank everyone who took part. Unfortunately, we are missing a few fics! We are now looking for any writers who are willing to pinch hit for these missing prompts. Our goal is to have every prompt have two interpretations, so we want to be sure that everyone who did post their fic/poem has another version of their prompt to check out!

If you are able and willing to write a fic or poem for one of the missing prompts below within the next week, please message the challenge blog ASAP and let us know. Thank you in advance for being awesome! We will keep this list updated so you know if someone has already taken the prompt. The missing prompts are:

bonfire - @envydean

corn maze - @someoneoffthestreet

haunted house - @lux-tuli

raking leaves - @thegreatficmaster

scarecrow - @roxy-davenport

NOTE - If you are an author and one of these prompts is yours and you are still planning on completing it, please message the challenge blog so we do not assign it a pinch hitter.

#spnwritingchallenge #spnwriterscollective #spnfanficpond #challenge: september 2016 #challenge: pinch hitters needed #pinch hit #jensennjared

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Strawberry or Vanilla?

SPN Writing Challenge | @bennyandthevamps vs. @randomdestielfangirl prompt: ice cream (pinch hitting) pairings: destiel word count: 1,269 tags: fluff, human au, vacation fic

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Dean looked around at the stalls as he walked down the boardwalk. He and Sam had finally gotten to go on a vacation, and Florida was turning out to be exactly what everyone had made it out to be. There were plenty of beautiful women sunbathing, great food, and huge beaches packed with people.

Today Dean left Sam on the beach so that he could get a good look at the ocean from the end of the boardwalk. There were shops packed into the boardwalk; restaurants, souvenir stalls, sweet shops, and ice cream stands. As he walked the scents in the air changed, from ocean salt to delicious seafood to sickly sweet ice cream and candy. He walked the whole boardwalk, turning up the section at the end that went into the ocean a little ways.

Dean noticed a bar at the end of this part of the boardwalk, and started to walk towards it, seeing people fishing along the way. When he got to the bar he sat down on one of the stools and felt the breeze from one of the fans inside.

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#challenge: july 2016 #writer: bennyandthevamps #prompt: ice cream #this was adroable #love this fluff #nice job!!!#fluff #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #au

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Salt and Seeds

SPN Writing Challenge–July Pinch Hit

PROMPT: Watermelon PAIRINGS: None CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned) WORD COUNT: 692 TAGS: Slight canon deviation, childhood memories, brother moment

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“Sammy! Front and center!”

Sam came walking out of the bathroom, drying his hands on one of the threadbare washrags. He shook his head, giving Dean one of his classic bitchfaces.

“You’re joking, right? ‘Front and center’?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, then shook his flannel shirt off.

“It’s hot as balls out there.” “Well, it’s July in Louisiana.”

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s obvious “explanation.” He rolled his shoulders, then sighed. They always seemed to catch hunts in the summer down South, when it was like stepping into a sauna every day. In the wintertime, the hunts moved north, and they spent their days freezing their balls off in the snow. Dean shook his head, then nodded towards his brother.

“Here, I got you something.”

Sam perked up at that, and Dean walked out to the car, coming back inside with his hands full. Sam’s eyes widened.

“Is that a … watermelon?”

Dean smiled as he set it on the table.

“Yep. From Sugartown, wherever the hell that is.”

Sam rolled his eyes, biting his tongue against the geography lesson he wanted to give his brother, then laughed to himself at the huge knife Dean got out to cut the melon with. Sam sat and just watched as Dean sliced the fruit into neat slices, then wedges. Sam reached out to grab a slice and took a bite, sighing at the sweet taste.

He looked up to see Dean smiling at him, and Sam cocked an eyebrow. Dean let out a laugh, sitting in a chair across from him and grabbing a slice of his own. He stood up and walked over to the little kitchenette, dug around for a moment, then came back with a shaker of salt. He sprinkled some onto his watermelon, then took a bite, moaning at the taste. Sam made a face, and Dean laughed.

“You know, you used to make that same scrunchy face when you were little.”

Sam took another bite, and Dean smiled, leaning back in his chair.

“I remember this one time, when you were maybe two? We were staying with Bobby, and he brought out a watermelon. He cut it up and gave me a slice, then a smaller one for you. He told me to get the seeds out, since you were too little to do it yourself.”

Dean’s smile widened as he looked down at the fruit in his hand.

“You stood on your tiptoes and watched me pick every single seed out of that thing. I swear, Bobby got one with extra seeds so I’d have more work to do.”

Sam laughed, and Dean shook his head.

“Your little eyes watched me like a hawk, making sure I didn’t miss anything. And when I was done, I sprinkled some salt on my piece and took a bite. I could tell that you were unsure about that, so I sprinkled salt on a little piece and let you bite it. You made that same face you just did, then shook your head, picking up your watermelon and walking out to Bobby’s porch, so you wouldn’t be anywhere near me and the salt.”

Dean took another bite of his piece, then spit out a seed.

“You called it a ‘wammermelon,’ and nearly drove Bobby nuts until he got us another one.”

Sam smiled, licking his lips before he spoke.

“We should go see him soon.”

Dean nodded.

“I think we’re going to have to. I mean, after everything with Dad, I get why we needed to take off, but it’s been almost a year.”

Sam swallowed, then nodded, staring down at the fruit in his hand, the bright pink fruit only a bite away from the rind.

“The visions are getting stronger.”

Dean nodded.

“I know. But we’re going to be fine. Gonna get you through this, Sammy.”

Sam’s lips quirked up in a half-smile, and Dean took another bite, then spit out another seed.

“Eat up, Sammy. We’ll give Bobby a call later, see what’s up.”

Sam nodded, reaching out and grabbing another piece of the fruit, following Dean’s example and spitting seeds into a pile on the floor.

#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: watermelon #writer: sunriserose1023 #pinch hit #pinch hitter #awwww this was super cute!!!#loved the happy memory #dean winchester #sam winchester #gen fic #general fic #canon fic

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Summer Pool

SPN WRITING CHALLANGE @zeppellindean vs. @thethingwewrite

Prompt : Pool aslo nsfw 31 for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing celebration challenge

Summary: You need vacation and someone to take care of yourseld and you remeber the pool your family house as but who will be there to tak car of you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count : 1862

Warning : Smut

A/N: Here is the entry for the summer challenge for @spnwritingchallenge and Celebrating challenge from @thing-you-do-with-that-thing . Thank you for the both of you for letting me cross the two prompt. Also, thank you for this one-week extension :). Last thanks to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for reading it in premiere. I am sorry for the mistakes left in the text i corrected myself.

One last thing there will aslo be two other part coming of it

tag: @winchester-smut , @ariannnawinchester , @apple-pie-na , @aprofoundbondwithdean , @mrswhozeewhatsis , @helvonasche , @teamfreewill-imagine , @supernatural-jackles , @wevegotworktodo , @faith-in-dean , @loveitsallineed , @bloodysideofhell, @kayteonline, @emmy-winchester, @for-the-love-of-dean.

When was the last time you had a real vacation? When was the last time you pleased yourself? With those two questions in mind, you immediately asked your boss two weeks of vacation, except she refused at first because the agency had too much work at the moment and less staff around. You were the best executive assistant in the building that was why she hesitate to let you go on vacation.

However, you still manage to convince her and told her that she could reach you on the phone. In no time you were and left the office to go home quickly, as you got there thinking about a destination, you didn’t know where exactly you wanted to go, so you just opened your closet, randomly grabbed a few clothes and put them on your bed.

You took a step back thinking it might help, walking on something, looked down and saw a bikini on the floor and you knew exactly where to as you pick it up off the floor. You grabbed the summer clothes and packed your bags, with a smile on your face thinking about your parent’s second house in Cleveland. You knew you had the whole house and the pool just for yourself while your mother would be on a cruise.

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#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: pool #writer: thethingwewrite #reader insert #dean x reader #dean winchester #nsfw #nsfw text #nice job!!!#smutty goodness #smut

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SPN Writing Challenge| @letstalkaboutwincest (aka @for-the-love-of-chuck ) vs. @hideyourdemoneyes Prompt: Waterski (Which I kinda messed up and called jet skis…. whoops.) Poem Word Count: 173

On a summer day, the wind keeps howling.

The rain falls, and waves crash.

Nature doesn’t hold back for anyone.

But maybe, they’ll get lucky and it’ll be a nice day without a job.

They’ll ride the sun’s rays and make their own waves.

They might get to enjoy a day without disruptions.

The only calls they’ll get are from each other.

Letting the other know to come pick them up.

And maybe they can have a day of quiet.

Companioned silence where nothing is needed,

Riding alongside each other on a pair of rented jet skis.

Making sure neither falls off or gets lost.

They’ll kick back on the opposite shore,

Having nowhere they want to be more,

And knock a couple beers back as usual.

They’ll bond without talking about it

And come back,

More in touch than in years.

The boys deserve a day in the sun,

Riding into the sunrise and away from its’ set.

A day to relax rather than run

A day of fun in the sun.

Tag list (just let me know if you would like to be removed from this in the future… or if you would like to be added): @fawnjensen @nothingbeforeyou @i-love-my-so-called-emo-bands

#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: waterski #writer: for-the-love-of-chuck #pinch hit #pinch hitter #poem #poetry #very pretty!#i could picture the scene #relaxing indeed

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Reminder - Fics Due Tonight!

Hi all! Just a friendly that September fics are due tonight. If you need an extension, please message us ASAP and let us know.

#spnwritingchallenge #challenge: september 2016 #challenge: reminder

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(fic) did we fly to the moon too soon?

SPN Writing Challenge | deanghostchester vs. @anonymousantonym prompt: fireworks pairings: Dean/Cas word count: 3,250 tags: cheesy road trip AU, tbh. includes: pining!Cas, secret crushes and, you guessed it, surprise fireworks.

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They’ve been on the road for four weeks and Castiel has never been in love – not like this, at least.

They’ve essentially been living out of their bright-blue van – Jo, Ash, Dean and him – and trading one town for another, they’ve met a whole bunch of people, as one does during hot summers and road trips.

Really, the list goes on and on.

Weed-sharing people. Drunk people. Nasty people who looked at them sideways because they were young and not as free as they pretended to be. (After all, the van was a gift from Jo’s mom Ellen, who allowed this whole road trip to happen for a promise that Jo will at least try college.) People who flirted and liked to be flirted with; beautiful people and intriguing people. Long hair, short hair, beard or no beard, and worn clothes.

None of them managed to hold Cas’ attention for long.

Because there was Dean. And sometimes it seemed that there was no one else. There couldn’t be.

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They Lit Up the World

SPN Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel vs. pada-ackles Prompt: Fireflies Pairings: Destiel, Lisa/Dean, Calthazar Word count: 8.7K Tags: Friends to loves, angst, pining, first kiss, kid fic, growing up AO3

Eight Years Old Stars shimmer and sparkle in the dark blanket of black above Castiel, the air alive with a chorus of chirping crickets and singing cicadas while fireflies put on a flickering light show around him. He lays on his back, hands tucked behind his head as he takes in the peacefulness of the summer night. It’s hot and humid, the moisture clinging heavily to his skin, but he’s perfectly content. He does wish his brother would join him out here, maybe to search for pictures in the stars or simply lay here in silence and just be. Just listen to the world around them while taking in the sights it has to offer. But no. Gabriel ‘has better things to do than sit like a weirdo in the backyard and get eaten by mosquitos’. And as much as Castiel’s enjoying his time out here, he’s so lonely. He sighs softly to himself. He knows he’s different than most kids his age. Any other eight year old would be bored to tears laying out here by themselves. He likes it though. He likes the quiet and taking in everything around him, thoughts constantly swarming around in his mind. His only wish is to have a friend to share it all with. “Psst!” a voice hisses to him and he stiffens, eyes darting around for the source but finding nothing. He forces himself to relax. Maybe his head’s messing with him. “Hey!” the voice calls and Castiel immediately sits up. He definitely did not imagine that. “Wh-who’s there?” he stammers while trying not to jump to frightening conclusions. He looks around but it’s too dark to see much of anything. He purposely left the patio light off so he could better see the stars. “Over here,” the voice answers and Castiel nervously follows it to the neighboring fence line. “I don’t see you…” He scans the top of the fence line for anyone peaking over but there’s no one. “Right in front of you!” the voice says loudly, making Castiel jump and it laughs. “You’re kinda jumpy, aren’t ya?” Castiel huffs under his breath but his eyes fall on a small hole in the fence where the person must be on the other side. He leans forward to peak into the hole only to see another eye staring back at him and he jumps again, a small noise escaping him. This only makes the voice laugh more. “It’s not funny,” Castiel pouts, crossing his arms. “What are you doing peeping into my yard?” “I wanted to say hi. Me and my dad and my brother just moved here. I’m Dean.” Castiel still isn’t sure about this kid- Dean- but if his mother were here, she’d tell him not to be rude and he regretfully gives his own introduction. “I’m… I’m Castiel.” He hates introducing himself. Not only does he act weird for his age, but other kids make fun of his name too. Or- in Gabriel’s case- give him embarrassing pet names like Cassie. Which then gets him teased even more because it sounds like a girl name. “Castiel? That’s an interesting name,” Dean comments and he frowns. Great, another kid to make fun of him. And he’s gotta live next to him for however long that’ll- “I like it.” His thoughts immediately freeze, unsure if he heard it correctly. “Wh-What?” “I said I like your name. I think it sounds cool,” Dean says. Castiel can barely form a word because… well, no one’s ever said that to him before. No one’s ever told him his name was interesting- at least without that trace of uncertainty to their voice. “Um, thank you,” he manages to get out. “Hey Castiel, can I come over? You have a crap load of lightning bugs in your yard that I want to catch.”

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To Lay in Your Arms

SPN Writing Challenge | humblesam vs. buckybee prompt: camping pairings: Dean/Cas word count: 1,695 tags: smut, top!Cas, bottom!Dean

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The evening had turned a bit brisk, and the last of today’s sun was touching the horizon, mostly unseen as it dipped behind the peaks of the surrounding mountains. Cas yawned his way into the tent, ducking slightly so that he could fit through the flap. He turned around once he was inside to zip the flap closed firmly; the nights at Olympic National Park, even in summer, could get pretty cold when the breeze blows in the right direction.

The tent itself was a reasonably large one, with a main chamber large enough to settle a couple of chairs in sufficiently, and an inner chamber, where the sleeping section was. It sort of was a tent within a tent, providing extra warmth and privacy for those that decided to use it. Cas and Dean had decided to borrow the tent from a friend of Dean’s, to take it out into the mountains beside Olympic National Park; below their camp-site, they could see part of the lake and the Ruby Beach itself, which glinted and reflected the mountains in its steep waters.

The camping holiday had completely been Cas’ idea, he said it was a chance for the pair of them to relax after three years of touring non-stop with Angel Axe, their punk rock band. Dean had initially been reluctant to spend any amount of time out of reach of what he termed as civilization, but Cas had been quick to point out that the camping site, the Olympic National Park, could hardly be described as being a complete wilderness. The literature he’d supplied, detailing the fact that the park had its own fair share of electricity and modern facilities, finally convinced Dean to try it out. Cas still suspects that the BBQ Academy he had mentioned had further appealed to Dean.

Cas sighs and slips his way into the sleeping compartment where Dean’s already cuddled up in his sleeping bag, his head, resting on a couple of pillows, peeping out from the end of the bag. He seems to be asleep, eyes dozy and heavy-lidded, face already partially lax with sleep. Cas smiles, Dean always looked extra cute when he was sleepy. Dean’s face breaks into a sudden yawn, one hand appearing from beneath the sleeping bag to cup over his mouth. Cas slips into his own sleeping bag, next to Dean, whom opens his eyes at the sudden rustling noise. Dean manages a smile.

“No cuddling tonight?” Cas asks with a mock-pout that was immediately replaced by a cheeky grin.

“Isn’t that a little difficult when we’re both in separate sleeping bags?” Dean mumbles, adjusting his head to be more comfortable.

“You could at least try to scoot closer, lazy ass.” Cas snorts, watching his boyfriend. “We only have to unzip the bags a little bit if you can‘t be bothered zipping them together.”

For the purposes of their trip, they’d brought opposite handed single sleeping bags that could be zipped together into one enormous sleeping bag. Dean snorts and continues wriggling around in his sleeping bag trying to get comfortable, leaving it up to Cas to wriggle closer, looking like an enormous caterpillar. He knows he must look ridiculous and only frowns when Dean laughs at him.

“What?” he asks. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’,” Dean yawns, knowing that if he mentioned anything about caterpillars, he might risk offending Cas.

No one really likes to be compared to insects after all, even if they’re moderately cute and harmless ones like caterpillars. Cas huffs and scoots closer until his sleeping bag lined up with Dean’s own. He unzips the sleeping bag a little way and huffs, settling a little closer to Dean and awkwardly wrapping one arm around the green eyed boy’s body. The angle was awkward and completely wrong, movements blocked by the restrictions their separate sleeping bags. Dean laughs and Cas swears.

“Just unzip them and join them together.” Dean says after Cas tries to unsuccessfully cuddle him again.

Cas grunts and wriggles his way out of his bag, cursing the entire time. Dean follows suit, a smile playing on his lips. They unzip their bags the entire way and carefully attach them together, making the sleeping bags functional at last. They slip into the giant sleeping bag again and Cas settles closer, wrapping his arms around his still sleepy looking boyfriend. Dean curls up into Cas and rests his head against his chest.

It doesn’t take long for him to slip into a deep slumber, one hand bunched into the back of Cas’ t shirt.

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Whose woods these are I think I know

@spnwritingchallenge | @buckybee vs. @winchestre prompt: Camping pairings: CainDean word count: 3359 tags: A/B/O, omega!Dean, alpha!Cain, Dean Winchester, Cain, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Charlie, Dean is a badass, NSFW warnings: discrimination from unknown characters miscellaneous: world: humans + shifters. Shifter: human part + animal part. Animal parts have the capital letter // The title is a reference to the poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost // Thank you @faeriermaid for beting this AO3: x ——- Dean hasn’t lived in a house since he was eighteen. His home are the woods, up north, his bedroom a little tent. He knows his ways among the trees, and the animals that lives in this forest know him. Sometimes he spends a few days with the small pack of wolves that stay in the valley just outside the woods, when he doesn’t feel like being human for a while. They always welcome him back, though the alpha mates are a little weary of him. They feel his strength and know they could be overruled, but Dean hasn’t shown any intention of taking their places, so they let him be. It wouldn’t happen with another wolf, but Dean is something else and they understand it. Mostly, though, Dean spends his days on his two own human legs, carving little figures from wood and wandering around the forest, washing himself in the river that flows a little south, sometimes hunting and fishing for food. He helps them when the animals needs it, but he doesn’t interfere with the life in the woods much. It’s not really his place. Every couple of weeks he visits the small town that is a little west of the forest, for a real shower and to stack some foods and take care of other occasional business. He sells his little figures to the local tourist shop and buy what he needs with those money; he doesn’t need them for anything else. He’s made friends with the town doctor, who does his regular check-ups and gives him his regulation pills - he doesn’t like to stuff himself with synthetic hormones, but living in the woods requires that he knows when his heat will hit. He has to take necessary precautions. The doctor is an awkward but kind guy, smart and with a dry sense of humor, and Dean has taken to spend some time with him when he’s in town. Sometime the local tech-girl come with them, and Dean has a developed a soft spot for the both of them that he doesn’t have for many other people. It’s one of the reason why he’s stuck around this town, after two years of wandering. That, and the fact that this one is a mixed town, where Wolves and Humans live together, so he’s not looked at much. It’s not common, though it happens more often in small mountain villages. Big cities are not really welcoming of Wolves - with rare exceptions, like New York or college cities - and they are usually organized in packs. It works for most of them, but not for Dean. Packs often have a tight hierarchy, with rules about complete submission to the higher circles and harsh punishments for those who don’t respect them. Dean has never liked that, never really got it. He comes back during the holidays, to visits his family, but he doesn’t belong to the pack anymore so the Leaders can’t really ask anything of him. He has the right to enter their territory to see his family; he just has to refrain from doing any crime and he’s good. John and Sam don’t like pack’s dynamics any more than he does, but Sam wishes to become a lawyer one day, go to college and study, and for that, the financial funds of the pack are needed. It took John and Dean a lot of effort to convince him not to give up his dream and abandon the pack just like Dean had done. Sam had argued that he couldn’t stand to stay in a pack where they treated anyone who wasn’t an Alpha, where they treated Dean, like unworthy, mindless dolls, but Dean counterpointed that if he wanted to change the world through laws and trials, he would have needed a degree, and that meant money. He knew that Sam felt guilty because he himself, like John, was an Alpha - it was the only reason why Dean didn’t stay back with them, really, that he knew Sam wouldn’t have to suffer any of the humiliation and restrictions Dean had experienced - and hated the deference others had toward him, but he just had to be strong a for a little while longer. Sam comes to stay with him as much as he can, spending weeks or even months during the summer in the woods with Dean, sleeping huddled in Dean’s little tent. He’s met both Cas, the doctor, and Charlie, the tech, and they have all gathered together to watch the stars in Dean’s home some nights. Sometime even John comes along, but his stays are shorter and more sporadic. This summer Sam has managed to visit a week only, though, early in July. He’s starting college in the fall, and has to prepare and move his stuff in the campus and part with the few friends he made at home. He’s over excited to start a new life away from the hard and old ways of the pack, and Dean is incredibly happy for him even if he misses his little brother. Life is good, all in all. Dean has always enjoyed camping, loved the smells and sounds and life of the woods, and here, he can be himself. There’s no one to tell him not to, not even in the town. It’s a warm, sunny day outside his tent, July slowly giving away to August. Dean stretches, lets his joints pop, rolls around in his bedding for a couple of moments more. It’s the last hours or so of his heat, not really a danger anymore even if other animals scent him, and he’s hot, sweaty, and tired, but he can’t wait to get out. During his heats he locks up in his tent, makes sure that scent blockers are all around the perimeter. He could still defend himself from wild animals, but he would be weaker and exhausted and he really doesn’t want to. So he stays in his little tent, fucking himself with a couple of old toys and eating and sleeping and reading a little and not doing much else. After half a week, he reeks, everything reeks. Both Cas and Charlie have offered a room in their houses for his heats, or to pay an hotel for him to stay, but Dean has always declined. It’s just for a few days and he doesn’t really need it. He opens the entrance of his little tent and inhales deeply the fresh mountain air, sighing with relief. He grabs his hunting knife, secures it to his tight, and goes out, grinning at the feeling of sunlight on his skin and the light breeze in his sweaty hair. He makes the short walk to the river, less than twenty minutes away, whistling and humming to himself, reveling in the sensation of muscles working and pure air filling his lungs. It’s so good to use his legs like this after so many days when they have only occasionally pushed against the floor to lift his hips. There’s a widening in the river’s bed that forms a little pond of calmer water, where Dean is used to splash around. He was wary of it at first, mindful of hidden currents, but the water is as placid as it looks. When he reaches it, he strips, leaving only his underwear on. He unbounds his knife and puts it over his clothes, where he can still see it clearly, and pushes his shoes behind it. Then, with a grunt of relief, he lowers himself in the pond. The water is cool against his body, little waves crashing against him as he moves around. Little spots of sunlight reflect on his face and chest, and he closes his eyes and ducks underwater to wash off the sweat and lingering warmth. He likes it here, this little place he’s carved for himself in the forest; the woods are deep, full of noises and colors and neverending energy that engulfs him and pulls him along. Nothing is ever still, everything is in constant motion: leaves that shiver in the wind, rain that pounds on the ground, whispers of roars and shrills and other languages he doesn’t know. When he decided to leave the pack and start to roam, he thought it would have got lonely, after a while, camping all by himself all the time, living in a isolated tent in the woods. But in reality, it hasn’t, yet. His periodical visits to his family and the town may have helped, but the truth is, he’s not alone, doesn’t feel like he is. He’s surrounded by life, blunt and unapologetic and that counts. It counts a lot. He closes his eyes and rests for a while, leaning on a big rock that emerges from the water. His skin has already darkened a bit since the beginning of summer, freckles standing out on his nose and cheeks and shoulders. He’s never really pale - he lives in the woods all year-long, after all - but winter means warm clothes, furs, more time spent in town when the snow is too high and giving and the animals too hungry to be really safe. Dean could still hold his own, but he always gets a little melancholic in the winter. He lets the sun soak his skin and the fresh temperature of the water keep the heat down; he’s relaxed, mind clear and thoughts slowed down, but his hearing is still sharp - he can’t see his knife, but knows exactly where it is. He stays in the pond until his fingers get a bit wrinkled, resting and swimming, pushing his muscles in motion and washing off the tiredness. When he steps out on the shore, he feels much better that he has in days. He quickly discards his wet boxer and pulls on his short pants, t-shirt, and shoes, fastening again his knife to his tight, and starts the walk back to his little tent. Birds are chirping in earnest now, their songs almost getting lost in the hard and rhythmic sounds made by cicadas. Dean smiles and lets his feet take him back home.

The rest of the day passes lazily. He’s still a little sleepy, so he forgoes hunting and carves a new statuette, slowly, easily. The wood he’s using is dark, with lighter, silver veins running all over its surface. It’s taking the form of a big wolf: Dean’s plan was to make it stand on its paws, tall and firm, but instead Dean’s hands are shaping a sleeping figure, its huge head laying on its claws. He stares at it for a while once it’s done, flashes of a big, black wolf with silver lightings in its fur passing through his mind. The images are a bit distorted for human standards, colors dulled, but they make perfect sense to Dean. He sighs, puts the statuette with the others, and goes to sleep.

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Next morning he wakes up well rested and comfortable, but with new energies also comes restlessness, and Dean finds himself hitching for a run. He undresses and steps outside, naked, in the soft, pale light of the dawn. He shifts smoothly from human to wolf, bones and muscles and ligaments rearranging themselves inside him and then knitting together again. It’s not exactly painful - more like a good, hard stretching, where bodies strain but never break. It takes a few moments to adjust to the new perspective, always does. He’s lower, longer, more stable on his four paws, and where his vision is less sharp, his sense of smell is much more acute, bombarded by thousand of different scents - every one confirming how alive the forest is, how varied and strong and lively. He starts a slow trot, enjoying the feeling of little rocks and mud under his claws, and lets his instincts take over step after step a little more. He’s already speeding up after only a few moments, ignoring how his paws protest after so much time spent in a different body. He just pushes forward, deeper and deeper into the woods. Running is an innate activity for Wolves, something they need to do. Dean has never really grasped how it works, but he knows that Shifters have more energies that either humans or wolves, more burning fuel than they need, and all this fire has to be channeled somewhere - running is the easiest option. He thrusts his paws against the ground, faster and faster, feeling it giving in slightly under his weight. Wind is rushing in his ears, and he lets everything go, lets his Animal take the reins and lead the way. It’s freeing, not to be human for a while. The forest welcomes him in its core, brushing against his fur with leaves and sunlight and cooler shadows, while he runs and runs and runs. Other animals observes him from afar and don’t get in the way; they seem to recognize him in both forms, but they stay away from the Wolf. His Animal is pleased by this: they see how strong he is, how dangerous. It’s easier to have his own worth acknowledged among animals than Wolves. He doesn’t know for how long he keeps going - time is different when his Animal is in control, but the sun is high in the sky when he stops just outside a little clearing, spotted with purple and white flowers and bushes of berries. His Animal often leads him here, where he can finally rest against a fallen branch, cushioned by moss, panting and still exhilarated by the exertion. And where the huge, black Wolf with silver lightings often comes to doze under the shadows offered by trees. He’s already there, today, eyes closed and pose relaxed, big back expanding slowly with every deep breath. He cracks an eye open when Dean stops, rises his muzzle to look at him, but when he sees who Dean is he goes back to rest. Dean knows who this Wolf’s human is. He asked Cas immediately after he saw him for the first time, worried that he would have been hostile and that Dean would have had to fight him for the right to stay in these woods - Dean is strong, quick, and skilled, but this Wolf looked just as good. Cas reassured him, telling him about the man who lives up north, alone with his bees. He had used to own a apartment in their town, but after he lost his mate he moved in an isolated little house away, working with honey and flowers and bees. Cas visits him sometimes, and they drink tea surrounded by little buzzing figures. Dean thinks it’s weird, but he lives in a little tent in the woods, so he’s not the one to talk. It’s enough to know that this man won’t cause him any problem, and they won’t have to fight. It’s actually nice to know another Wolf that loves these woods as much as Dean does. He moves forward into the clearing, advancing lazily toward the black Wolf, a familiar dance they have been doing for a while now. Dean has come to appreciate him, and always ends up flopping down next to him when he’s there, napping together bathed in the sun. It’s always so peaceful, so calm and quiet. And usually it’s just what Dean needs after a run, unwinding slowly with a light breeze caressing his fur and the warm presence of the black Wolf to keep him company, but some days - some days he still has a little additional energy to burn. He stops just short of the fallen branch, staring down at the black Wolf, waiting. It takes a bit, but finally the black Wolf opens one eye, idly, and sees him standing there. Dean growls and bares his teeth. For a moment there’s silence, air tense with aggression, muscle contracted and ready to jump. Then the big, black Wolf with silver lightings rumbles deep in his chest and drops his head on the ground again. He even covers it with his paws this time. Dean whines and insistently nudges him with his muzzle, but the black Wolf doesn’t move. He lays there while Dean pushes and pulls and tries to make him play, peacefully relaxed. It’s not until Dean starts to nip at his tail that he begrudgingly stands up and turns around to face him. Dean knows from all the other times they fought that the black Wolf is not going to attack until Dean does, so he leaps forward, hitting the Wolf’s shoulder with his own. The black Wolf reacts and snaps his jaws at him, carefully away from his throat. Dean circles him, fast and precise, leaving tiny little bites all over his back. The black Wolf is not quick enough to catch him every time, but he waits stoically until he can jump on Dean and send the both of them rolling in the grass. They go on for a while, well matched as they are, but eventually one of them wins, and Dean finds himself with his teeth firmly clamped around the big Wolf’s throat. The Wolf is relaxed under him, like he was when he was dozing in the sun. Sometimes Dean wonders if the times he wins, it’s because the other lets him, but he knows his own worth; he can beat this Wolf on his own. Besides, the black Wolf is ruthless when they fight, if careful: more than once Dean has come back to his little tent full of scratches and aching bruises. He carefully releases the hold, giving a lick to where he’s left little dents in the fur, and rolls on his back near the big Wolf. The other just sniffs his ears and then gets up, trotting back to the fallen tree without sparing a glance in Dean’s direction again. He lowers himself on the ground and closes his eyes, apparently shutting off the world. Dean would roll his eyes, but it’s a little strange to do so when he’s in his Animal’s form. He joins the black Wolf at the fallen branch, finally exhausted and ready to sleep off the aftermaths of his run and fight. Birds are singing and leaves are rustling and clouds are changing forms in the sky and Dean is sated and content. And if he dozes off a little closer to the black Wolf this time, pressed against his side, nobody complains. It doesn’t happen often that an Alpha lets an Omega knock him on the ground without making a fuss, but this Wolf never does. Sleepily, comforted by the warmth of a black fur, with silver lightings that tickle his ear, Dean thinks that maybe he should finally meet the human of the Wolf he’s starting to consider a friend.

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A couple of days later he’s knocking on a door in the middle of the woods, still hearing in his ears the buzzing of those operose small creatures that he found before the house. He’s clutching a wooden statuette in his hand, pointed muzzle digging in his palm. The man who opens the door is tall, waves of silver hair coming down on his shoulders and piercing blue eyes cutting right into him. “Would you like a cup of tea?” he asks, and Dean doesn’t know why but he agrees, though it’s the strangest greeting he’s ever heard, and tea tastes only like weird hot water to him. Later, when they lie together on the grass in the house’s garden, surrounded by flowers and visited by curious bees, the man leads Dean’s eyes to his own with callous, careful fingers on his chin, and says “My name is Cain.” He says “Would you like to stay tonight?” Dean smiles and pushes his nose in Cain’s hair, just like he has done with his fur thousand of times before. The man smells of honey, burned wood, grass, a little of blood. It’s a good scent. Dean likes it a lot. Besides, Cain liked his statuette. Maybe his little tent can survive for a while without him.

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Dean’s Baby

Note: This story was written for two challenges. The first one: @one-shots-supernatural‘s Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7. The prompt was. “Oh my god, you’re in love!” and the second: @spnwritingchallenge with the prompt: Beaches. Enjoy. :) Also on A03

@spnwritingchallenge / @loveitsallineed vs. @roxy-davenport

Prompt: Beach

Paring: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 2,199

Tags: fluff, reader insert, no smut or violence but sort of foreplay

You both placed the few bags you took along on the hunt back into Baby’s trunk. The hunt was tougher than you imagined and you were happy to be on your way to the Bunker. Five hours, just five hours and then you were back to the bunker to sleep for maybe seven hours straight. You stretched before getting into the car not noticing Dean’s eyes roving over your body or the rather audible gulp he made when your very tight tank top moved up along your body giving Dean a nice view of your bare stomach. You didn’t mean to tease him. Hell, you weren’t even really aware you were teasing him. You were going to spend five hours in a car. It behooved you to stretch a little. You smiled at him warmly as you got into the car. You leaned back and were about to put your feet on Baby when Dean stopped you.

“Now I know you know the rules.” He barked in your direction.

“I don’t think Baby would mind – she likes me.”

Dean rolled his eyes. You shifted in your seat trying to find a comfy spot. Dean couldn’t help but notice you were wearing shorts and boy were they short. Most of your legs were bare and open to his hungry eyes. He cleared his throat. You looked over to him and smiled a warm smile, which he gladly returned. He drove out and put on his mood music. On the way here you had been asleep, which was much easier for Dean. He’s had feelings for you ever since he met you a year ago; truth be told so did you. You hunted with the brothers off and on and this was the first time Sam wasn’t with you. Dean thought that you saw him as a friend. Now that you were awake, he’d have to talk and well Dean wasn’t very good at talking. He much preferred to just blare the music. You chuckle barely audibly under the music. You looked outside watching the landscape. You were alone in a car with a guy you’ve been attracted to since you met him. The music actually helped to quiet your nerves. You saw the highlights of all your favorite Dean moments in your mind’s eye. The stolen glances, the awkward pauses, the exact moment you met him. You had never seen such a handsome man and the whole “dark-broody-can’t-do-relationships-cause-I’m-afraid-to-feel-things” he had going on made him catnip for you. You were so similar. You remembered when Sam got hurt and you had to stitch him up. Dean was so pissed and jealous. You suspected he liked you but with your luck, you were just imagining it. You sat there listening to AC/DC, his favorite band, and enjoyed it until the same songs kept playing for two hours. Was it on a loop? Were you that hard to talk to? Awkward, to say the least.

Screaming over the music, “Oh my god, you’re in love!”

Dean instantly turned it down.

“What?”

“Dude, seriously, two hours listening to AC/DC. They’re good but really? Save my poor eardrums.”

“You sound a lot like Sam,” he said warmly.

You smirked back at him.

“OK, how about the radio,“ Dean suggested

“I’m ok with it if you’re ok with it, loverboy,” you teased back.

“I’m not in love with AC/DC.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s just … listen to the radio.”

“A man of few words.”

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#challenge: july 2016 #prompt: beach #writer: roxy-davenport #this was super sexy #i love it when there's some car smut going on #because you know canon dean uses baby for late night hookups #so does sam i guess lol #very nice well done!#dean x reader #reader insert #reader insert fic #dean winchester #canon #canon verse #smut #nsfw #nsfw text #queue

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No Place I’d Rather Be

Photo Prompt Writing Challenge | Round 1

Theme: Wanderlust

Photo Prompts: here

Partners: @katnharper @wevegotworktodo

SPN Writing Challenge | @loveitsallineed vs. @roxy-davenport

Prompt: Beach

Summary: You decide to take a day off with Dean, tired of fighting Leviathans. One accident changes your trip for better.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1255

Warnings: fluff, swimming

Beta: @waywardlullabies (thank you, my love <3)

A/N: I hope you’re gonna enjoy this one, guys. I really do :)

Tags at the end of the post. If you want to be tagged/untagged in all the stuff or only some stuff, let me know :)

The sun was shining; it would surely blind you if you weren’t wearing sunglasses. The speed you were moving at made the light breeze fly through the open window, which messed your loose hair even more.

Surprisingly, the car wasn’t filled with usual rock that you and Dean both loved but with one of the albums you had on your iPod because you didn’t take Dean’s cassettes with you. You decided to get a bit melancholic and chose Lana del Rey’s Honeymoon, song High By The Beach playing at the moment, and you started to sing along with Lana, your soft voice filling the car, much to your boyfriend’s enjoyment.

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A Piece of My Mind

SPN Writing Challenge | @toastiel vs. @hunterangelkisses prompt: barbecue General Fic word count: 1571 tags: hurt/comfort, angry!Donna, angst!Sam, self-doubt, self-worth issues, canon divergent, s11 divergent, chuck is god

Chuck had been staying at the bunker for several days, and while Donna tried her best to smile and be polite, the longer he was there the more irritated she became. At first it was the constant singing of folk songs all night. Then it was the way he hogged the showers. The the way he hogged the coffee, and made a mess of the kitchen she’d spent several days cleaning and organizing. The final straw, though, was Sam.

She hadn’t intended to snoop. It had just sort of happened. The blonde had been heading back to her room from the showers when she’d heard the faint sounds coming from his bedroom. The door was closed, but she could still hear him and that meant he wasn’t even trying to keep quiet. The doors in the bunker were solid and damn near soundproof. She didn’t even hesitate when she reached for the knob and turned it. It wasn’t locked.

“Sam?” She asked softly as she pushed it open a crack. “You alright, darlin’?”

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