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Breaking Bonds | Explicit  | 24,817 words
Author: Hectatess Artist: Nioell
When Dean takes his little girl, running away from her uncaring and egotistical mother, he hides in Bobby’s cabin a little town in New York State. There he meets an intriguingly selfless man. But can he break the bond with his ex fully? And why is this man somehow familiar?
Wish-Fae Castiel has been captive for a decade, bound by magic. He has accepted his fate, until he gets summoned to help out a man and his little daughter. Then he slowly starts to hope again.
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Pairings: Dean/Cas (Gabriel/Rowena, Meg/Charlie, Jody/Donna, Claire/Kaia, mentioned: Sam/Eileen, Benny/Balthazar, Hannah/Inias)
Warnings: no archive warnings apply, mentioned/implied physical and mental abuse, abduction
Tags: AU - Fae, Fae!Cas, Dean is Emma’s dad, Marv (Metatron) is a douchebag
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deancaspinefest · 1 year
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Breaking Bonds
Author: Hectatess | Artist: Nioell Posting on Tuesday March 7
When Dean takes his little girl, running away from her uncaring and egotistical mother, he hides in Bobby’s cabin a little town in New York State. There he meets an intriguingly selfless man. But can he break the bond with his ex fully? And why is this man somehow familiar? Wish-Fae Castiel has been captive for a decade, bound by magic. He has accepted his fate, until he gets summoned to help out a man and his little daughter. Then he slowly starts to hope again.
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It was nearing dark when Dean turned into the road up to the cabin. A friendly looking old man waved at them and Dean slowed down. “Hey there,” the man greeted Dean when he rolled down the window of his Baby. “Nice lookin’ car you got there, Buddy.” Dean gave him a weary smile. “Thank you.” The man’s eyes slid to where Emma had succumbed to sleep and was snuggled in her safety seat, thumb hanging loose between her jaws, Bartok squished between her and the seat’s head safety guards. “Aw. Taking the kid on a vacation, are you?” the man smiled. “Well, she looks like she could use it. A bit pale, in my opinion. Mom not with you?” Dean grit his teeth. Bobby had reminded him that the people in this town tended to be both nosy and overly helpful. “No. We left the mom. She was poison and I didn’t want her growing up thinking that that is how a lady acts.” The man gave an impressed nod. “Ems and I are moving into Bobby Singer’s cabin for now. I’m not sure yet how we’ll get by, but you can count on us being here for a while.” The man kept nodding, taking in all Dean said with a serious expression on his face. “Right. I hope old Singer left some nutrients in there. He hasn’t been here in quite some time. And aren’t you worried that the mom will find you?” Dean took a deep breath. Food. He’d forgotten about food. Damnit. He hoped the man was right and Bobby had left some canned ham and beans or something. He smiled at the man. “I’m more worried about the food than the mom right now.” He reached out the window. “Dean Winchester, this is my little girl Emma.” The guy shook his hand and smiled back. “Frank Devereaux. I’m your next door neighbour, although there’s a mile between our cabins. And I would appreciate a little heads up before a visit.” That Dean could appreciate. He was there for privacy as well. “Done. Well, let me get to the cabin and hope Bobby left something fit for breakfast tomorrow. See ya Frank!” Frank nodded and just as Dean started rolling up the window, he called out. “I’ll get you some help.” Dean gave him a smile and eased Baby up the path again. Help. Who could help him at this hour? All he needed was proper food and a good bed for him and Emma. Anything else could wait until tomorrow. He breathed easy when the cabin loomed in his headlights. Home. He parked Baby under the carport and carefully extracted Emma from her seat. She clung to him, Bartok’s wing scrunched in her little fist. “It’s okay, Ems. We’re home now,” Dean soothed. Emma sighed and snuggled against him. Dean carried her to the front door, and stopped. “Crap.” He couldn’t bend down to get the key from the planter next to the door. Not with his sleeping daughter clinging to him like a limpet. “Allow me to help you, sir.”
 [continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 7]
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deancaspinefest · 1 year
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Art claims for the 7th annual Dean/Cas Pinefest have officially ended! 31 artists claimed 39 fics written by 41 authors, and we're gonna smooch in every single one of them 💕
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Aw look, they're holding hands about it 😌
Posting season will commence on Valentine's Day Dean and Cas' anniversary, and the posting schedule will be made available to participants on December 12th! Make sure to check in with your Pinefest partner ASAP, and happy pining!
Venture under the cut for a full list of this year's teams.
Author: butterflyslinky Artist: PetraAmia
Author: FriendofCarlotta Artist: xfancyfranart
Author: Taymarpigeon Artist: Kenzie/Dean
Author: NEG85 Artist: Flora Gois
Author: andimeantittosting Artist: Da yuk
Author: electric_dragons Artist: Ephemera
Author: LadyKnightSkye Artist: Ephemera
Author: LoversAntiquities Artist: sidewinder
Author: SomethingBlue42 Artist: Solstheim
Author: bexgowen Artist: PetraAmia
Author: abi cosmos Artist: Aggiedoll
Author: powersuitup Artist: Birdie
Author: allthismusic Artist: lotrspnfangirl
Author: followyourenergy Artist: PetraAmia
Author: WinchesterPooja Artist: _gloomyinks
Author: hisbrokenrainbowwings Artist: galakitty
Author: FollowingButterflies Artist: comfycowboy
Author: TessEtc Artist: girlinthemirrorbluenight
Author: Followsthebees Artist: wigglebox
Author: Rex _Writes & deathbysandblk Artist: Henri
Author: one_more_offbeat_anthem Artist: Solstheim
Author: fallenangelandpie Artist: PallasPerilous
Author: Fanboi214 Artist: imogenbynight
Author: seidenapfel Artist: theheartchoice
Author: Hectatess Artist: Nioell
Author: bsmith0708 Artist: certainwonder
Author: Jean Pilgrim Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy
Author: Desirae Artist: dolgoyangi
Author: thisisapaige Artist: nickelkeep
Author: prosopopeya & marbleflan Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy
Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden Artist: kingdumbass
Author: Carter Artist: Solstheim
Author: MBQ Artist: lotrspnfangirl
Author: Mittens Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy
Author: Kinetic_Passion Artist: lotrspnfangirl
Author: starlingcas Artist: sidewinder
Author: TwinOne! Artist: lotrfangirlspn
Author: Tossukka Artist: Aggiedoll
Author: PetraAmia Artist: Solstheim
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deancaspinefest · 2 years
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Another Life  |  Explicit |  44,803 words
Author: GhoulsnHalos Artist: Nioell
Neither Dean Winchester nor Jimmy Novak has ever believed in the idea of soulmates or love at first sight. They know the supernatural doesn’t exist.
Unfortunately for him, Dean Winchester has begun being plagued by weird nightmares of a space bounded by Heaven and Hell. In those dreams, a handsome dark-haired man is ripped from Dean’s embrace.
Jimmy Novak knows that there is something wrong with him. He’s always been missing something. He’s never understood it. He also doesn’t understand why it is significant that his mother had intended to name him after the angel Castiel.
One visit to Lily Dale, to see the psychic Pamela Barnes, turns Dean’s and Jimmy’s lives upside down. What follows breaks the dam on long-forgotten memories of past lives. Jimmy even changes his name to Castiel.
The two men seem fated to cross paths. Destined to become infatuated with one another. Just because they had perhaps once been lovers doesn’t mean they will fall in love now, right?
What is it about these men that even has Crowley, the King of Hell, determined to play cupid?
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Pairings: Dean/Cas 
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
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deancaspinefest · 2 years
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Another Life
Author: GhoulsnHalos | Artist: Nioell Posting on Thursday March 10
Neither Dean Winchester nor Jimmy Novak has ever believed in the idea of soulmates. There is no such thing as love at first sight. Both men are also certain the supernatural doesn’t exist. That was until Dean started having nightmares of a space between Heaven and Hell. In his dreams of the supernatural, a handsome dark-haired man is ripped from Dean’s embrace. Jimmy Novak knows that there is something wrong with him. He’s always been missing something. He’s never understood it. He also can’t fathom why it is significant that his mother had intended to name him after the angel Castiel. One visit to Lily Dale, to see the psychic Pamela Barnes, turns Dean’s and Jimmy’s lives upside down. What follows breaks the dam on long-forgotten memories of past lives. Jimmy even changes his name to Castiel. The two men seem fated to cross paths. Destined to become infatuated with one another. Just because they had perhaps once been lovers doesn’t mean they will fall in love now, right? What is it about these men that even has Crowley, the King of Hell, determined to play cupid?
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Dean shot Sam a wounded look. “Me? I’m always nice. Only one of us got the old Winchester charm and it wasn’t you?” “I said be nice, Jerk. Not flirt.” Sam and Dean were still standing on the sidewalk when the door opened. Dean’s gut lurched. He had the weirdest sensation of recognition. Something about the man coming out of Pamela’s house was achingly familiar. “Interesting,” Pamela said her voice loud as she rested a hand on the doorjamb. Dean locked eyes with Pamela. On any other day, he’d be flirting his way through the session with only one thing on his mind. Pamela had all the right vibes for a good time. Except Dean couldn’t put any focus on her apart from that initial spark when she’d spoken. Dean’s attention was drawn to the man with the shock of dark hair, an awesome taste in music if his AC/DC shirt was anything to go by, and the perfect amount of scruff to nuzzle against if you were into that kind of thing, which Dean was—so long as he never had to admit that out loud. What the hell had Pamela said to the guy? He looked as though he’d seen a ghost, been told he was about to win the lottery, and have a torrid affair with the celebrity crush of his dreams (aka Dr Sexy––for Dean). An image flashed through Dean’s brain. Not fast enough to single out any of the detail but certainly nothing vaguely close to a well-kept front yard in upstate New York. More, like a shadowy impression of three people all with wings. One was lying on the ground the other two were standing either side of the body. “Well, Dean Winchester, what are you standing out there for? Bad form to keep a girl waiting, ya know? Sam nudged Dean forward. He strode by his brother when Dean stayed rooted to the spot his eyes following the man from Pamela’s previous session. A short redhead jogged down the path after the dark-haired man, giving Sam and Dean a Vulcan salute and...was that “Peace out, Bitches” she’d said? “Dean. Come on.” Sammy crooked his finger at him from the porch. Pamela smiled knowingly at Dean. Finally, Dean came to and jogged down the path and into the house.
 [continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday March 10]
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deancaspinefest · 3 years
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Dean Winchester and the Stolen Tupperware
Explicit | ~32k | Posting on April 10 Author: MalMuses | Artist: Nioell
Eternally single, professor Castiel is quiet, nerdy, and keeps to his research. The one indulgence that he allows himself is spending hours on YouTube bingeing the vlogs of a handsome, reckless archaeologist. Hunter styles himself as a bit of an Indiana Jones type, and he reminds Castiel of the adventurous, free person he longs to be. Plus, he’s super hot. Imagine Castiel’s surprise when he meets the new archaeology professor at the Humanities potluck. This is his chance—he is finally in the same room as Dean “Hunter” Winchester! Unfortunately, the best interaction shy, awkward Castiel can manage is to steal his new colleague’s Tupperware.
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Drifting back toward the food table to dispose of his cup, Castiel decided to try and slip out before anyone else attempted conversation with him, for everyone’s sake. He stepped aside to let Garth, one of the TAs, squeeze past him next to the dessert table. As he waited, Castiel looked down and saw that there was a lone slice of golden, sugary apple pie sitting in a big, round Tupperware container. Dean said he brought pie, Castel’s brain unhelpfully provided. Tempted, and seeing no one else reaching for it, Castiel decided to help himself to the last slice of the delicious-looking, clearly homemade pastry. It was a traditional apple pie with a touch of cinnamon, and the smell of it made Castiel’s mouth water in comparison to the rubbery chicken and green bean casserole he’d begrudgingly chewed through earlier. Biting into the pie, Castiel couldn’t help but let out a pleased moan. The pie was fantastic. He’d humiliated himself multiple times in front of his crush and coworker, but a pie like this made the day seem like less of a disaster. Opening his eyes once he’d finished slowly savoring the mouthful of pastry, Castiel blushed again as he realized that Dean was looking straight at him from across the room. He was sandwiched between Lisa and Lydia, who were both chatting animatedly, but his gaze cut through the crowd to land on Castiel. Bad enough that Dean probably thought that Castiel was an obsessive weirdo, now he was drooling all over the man’s baked goods. Poor Dean probably thought he had finally escaped him, but here he was, loitering in his eyeline. Feeling his flush grow more intense, Castiel dropped his eyes down to the table. He should go. What he wanted, of course, was to talk to Dean again—have some kind of excuse to approach him and apologize for his awkwardness, see if maybe they could start afresh. But he had no good reason to interrupt Dean when he was having a good time with the adoring ladies of the staff. Sighing, Castiel glumly swallowed down the last of the delicious pie and began to move the Tupperware off to the side, out of the way. He looked down at the container in his hands. He could…no. No, he couldn’t. “Accidentally” taking Dean’s Tupperware home so that he’d have an opportunity to stop by his room on Monday to return it was utterly insane. Another few seconds passed while Castiel endured a staredown with an inanimate object. Oh, what the hell.
[continue reading on April 10]
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deancaspinefest · 3 years
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2021 Author/Artist Teams
Congrats to all of our official authors and artists for the 2021 round! This may have been our fastest claims day yet, with all 32 fics being claimed in under 19 hours.
Now that all teams have been finalized, we’ll be sending out emails to each of you so that you can get to know one another and start discussing your plans. Please bear with us as we finish putting these emails together.
In the meantime, read more to see who you’ve been paired with!
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verobatto-angelxhunter & alinawahab98
FriendofCarlotta & Aggiedoll
LoversAntiquities & Jayjayverse
andimeantittosting & thevioletcaptain
QQButtBB & Kayanem
Mistofstars & alinawahab98
Hectatess & Blucifer
sloshnozzle & UV
Kekinkawaii & Kory
Castielsdisciple & Lady Random Box
Emily & Solstheimart
GhoulsnHalos & Lady Random Box
dothraki_shieldmaiden & cheelow
Spnsmile & starsdahb
allmystars & AnSchiArt
Carrieosity & Caitlin
Desirae & Solstheimart
casloveshisfreckles & KayRoseBee
jennyfly & girlinthemirrorbluenight
supernatural9917 & SomethingAboutNoodles
MalMuses & Nioell
anastiel & Gio
darkwings17 & Zoelily
Veronica & thevioletcaptain
Felicia Angel & Solus
saltyravenclaw & jununyarts
DarknessBound & Blucifer
Cozaure & Aggiedoll
Misha_McCarthy & kuwlshadow
TessAlyn & Dmsilvisart
tiamatv & Hazel
Tossukka & dmsilvisart
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