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flamencodiva · 4 months

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Prologue

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: 2105

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

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The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change.

‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed.

“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.”

His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control.

‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened.

“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting.

The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.

The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam.

“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife.

“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?”

“I think so.”

“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him.

“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.”

two years later,

Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party.

‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined.

“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed.

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame.

“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?”

“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?”

“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?”

“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment.

“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked.

“Swift could sense it.”

“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.”

“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”

“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.”

“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.”

Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack.

Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head.

“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.”

With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms.

“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration.

“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.”

“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?”

“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.”

“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed.

“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up.

“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?”

Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.”

“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.”

Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl.

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered.

“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.”

“What?”

Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks.

“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed.

“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.”

Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.

“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.”

“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.”

John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.”

John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem.

Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open.

“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.”

Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile.

“Well--”

“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.”

“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!”

John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his”

“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled.

“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help.

Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way.

“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed.

“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.”

The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III.

“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.”

“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --”

Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door.

“I, um… I gotta--”

Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation.

“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--”

Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door.

“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female.

As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley.

The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky.

‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’

Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry.

“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.”

She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank.

This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained.

A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.

Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."

Chapter 1

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deancaspinefest · 3 months

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In The Dog Days

Author: Hectatess | Artist: ReverieOfForgotten

Posting on Saturday March 23

One day deputy sheriff Castiel Novak is out on his usual run, when a guy comes up to join him. They hit it off, and before the day really starts, he has a new running buddy called Sam. Fast forward a few months, and Sam comes running into the office, all upset because his brother is missing! To top off this eventful day, Castiel finds a dog without a collar.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Bone tired, Castiel shrugged on his trusty trenchcoat and dragged himself home. Most days he loved walking home, especially after a refreshing shower had cleared the air like today, but now he was on edge, looking around for the smallest sign of something that might be Dean. That was why he noticed movement in the bushes a bit to the side of the road. He approached carefully, not sure what to expect. Whatever he had thought, a bedraggled, wet dog, wasn’t it. “Hello, you,” he cooed. The dog snapped his head up and Castiel gasped. The animal’s light eyes seemed to pierce his very soul. “Wow. You are a beauty, aren’t you?”

The dog laid its pointed ears flat and from the rustling behind it, Castiel deduced it wagged its tail twice. Careful to not spook the animal, Castiel traced the fluffy neck with his hands, looking for a collar, but not finding it. “You’re a stray. I’m too exhausted to take you to a vet. You don’t look rabid, or fleabitten, so I’ll take my chances. Amara might bust my chops tomorrow, but I can’t look into your adorable face and leave you out here. It’s supposed to rain more tonight. C’mon, you fluffball, I’ll give you some burger meat…”

At the word burger, the dog’s ears snapped up and its soulful expression cheered up. A doggy grin appeared and a pink tongue lolled out. Castiel bit his lip. He had no rope or anything to lead the dog home with. “How do I get you to follow me, buddy? I can’t even grip your collar.” The dog did a little head tilt, ears pricked. Then it trotted from the bushes and shook itself, ears flapping and spraying water everywhere. Castiel jumped back with a startled ‘Hey!’ The dog looked at him with that silly doggy grin, and Castiel chuckled. “Alright,” he said, wiping the droplets off his face. “I guess I’ll just hope you’re going to follow me.” He started walking and to his relief, the dog trotted along.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday March 23)

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samisadeangirl · 1 year

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Dean Winchester Appreciation Week 2023

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester!

This is from Go Live Some Apple Pie Life, a curtain fic I wrote several years ago as part of my shifter!Dean series, and in this particular chapter Sam helps Dean celebrate a Wincesty happy birthday!

#fan fiction #dean winchester #deanwinchesterweek #happy birthday dean winchester #wincest #dean/sam #the epic love story of sam and dean #my otp #curtain fic #shifter dean #bottom dean #my writing

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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foolondahill17 · 4 months

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Annual Favorite Supernatural Fic Rec List of 2023:

I bookmarked 66 fics in 2023 (and read…a lot more than that), but only 9 were written/updated in this year of our lord. SMH we gotta pump out more content, friends. Seriously though, I’ve got several more 2023 fic reads in my Marked for Later, but some are still WIPs or I just haven’t gotten around to picking them up yet. I’m sure some (like the much-hyped Lighthouse Keeper AU where there is darkness by the talented quiettewandering [@wanderingcas on tumblr]) will end up on my Bookmarked favs…but, alas, they’ll just have to wait for the 2024 recap.

The list below is in no particular order, barring the first, which has joined the ranks of one-of-my-favorite-fics-ever:

A Cliff That Knew Too Many Tides by luulapants (@luulapants)

E, early series Dean/others, 94,508 words

Partial Summary:

A canon rewrite AU diverging from the events of Some Cruel Tide, in which a shifter disguised as his father used Dean's blind obedience to molest him. By the start of S1, Dean's relationship with his father is more strained, his devotion more intense, and his life consumed by the need to hide the parts of himself he is most ashamed of.

My words:

If you’ve been looking for a gay!Dean manifesto, you’ve found it. Obviously, the subject matter is dark: warnings for past childhood sexual abuse, internal and external homophobia, past suicide attempt, and traumatic outing. It is also beautiful and heart-wrenching and scratches the swollen, itchy, weeping rash on my heart in a way that only the balm of good Dean angst can.

Favorite part:

“I wasn’t acting out,” he blurted.

“What?”

“When I – I wasn’t trying to act out or anything.” Deacon’s presence hovered behind him like an aura, and Dean reminded himself, Don’t rock the boat. Don’t rock the boat.

Dad sighed. The line crackled, and Dean pictured him standing in a phone booth somewhere, probably huddled up against the cold. “Then what the hell would you call it?”

Dean tried out a few words in his head, imagining how they’d sound to Deacon. He ended up with, “I misunderstood. I thought I was supposed to.”

Asterism of an F-Series Ford Pick Up by disabled_dean (@disabled-dean)

M, Destiel, 17,408 words

Partial Summary:

When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly.

Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it

My words:

The way Dean’s PTSD is described in this fic, like a slow, oozing poison that awakens the longer he and Cas travel together, is tantalizing and masterful. Ostensibly, this fic is about Dean and Cas road-tripping to a case. It’s actually about how you, a monster-hunter, can come to terms (or not) with your body and soul when you think you’ve become the very thing you’re spent your whole life hunting.

Favorite part:

"Like everything will be going fine and then all of a sudden I just. Can’t. I can't stand it. And the more fine everything is, the worse it gets and I feel-" he breaks off, eyes on his hands like they aren't his hands, thumb rubbing over and over the ring on his index finger, "It's like everyone else is living this normal fucking life and I'm still back in the pit."

Personal Space: The Final Frontier by botley

M, Destiel, Star Trek AU, WIP, 63,570 words

Partial summary

"Captain's Log, Stardate 10918.8. Captain Ellen Harvelle reporting, First Officer… Castiel… attending. After a month of bargaining with the Gehennian government, efforts to permit a search party within the Rack facilities still proved unsuccessful. Although Starfleet’s orders dictated we tuck tail and leave, I elected to disregard this decision and beam a rescue operations team down for the recovery of Lieutenant Commander Dean Winchester.”

My words:

This fic has been on my rec lists before. It’s still a WIP, but it very unexpectedly posted an update after a 3(?) year hiatus, so I’ll cling to hope until my fingernails leave a bloody, mauled mess. This is basically a Star Trek AU where our favorite Supernatural gang are fucking around in Starfleet instead of the Midwest. Fantastic stuff – worth the read even if it does remain unfinished.

Favorite line:

"Dean made a face. Castiel decided the man was hideous."

Receding by minkmix

T, early season gen, 38,729 words

Summary:

After a visit to an old, abandoned theme park in the desert, Sam begins to notice strange lapses in Dean's memory. As his brother starts to disappear before his eyes, Sam must rush to find an answer before there isn't anything left to save... My words: A Lucky Charms fic if I’ve ever read one. Delicious, crunchy marshmallow goodness of some fantastic Dean!whump and panicked caretaker!Sam with the solid undercurrent of slightly sweetened amalgamized oat and corn cereal of a solid case fic. Yum.

Favorite part:

“Sammy?” Dean cut him off.

“W-What is it?”

“What’s Dad’s name?”

Sam’s chest heaved as he fought himself from sounding as stunned as he felt.

“John.”

Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel (@kelstiel)

E, Destiel real-world AU, 174,096 words

Summary:

Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

My words: A solid, old-fashioned romantic AU. It’s unpretentious, fluffy, heart-warming, authentic and the kind of could-have-been-a-novel goodness that makes up the heart and breadth of fanfiction. Warning for infant illness and death (not Jack).

Favorite part:

"I know they say there’s a chance, but I’ve just got this feeling .” She shook her head and looked down for a moment. She looked up again and took a deep breath as if steadying herself. “I wish I could see you grow up.”

five minutes to six by saintedcastiel (@saintedcastiel)

M, Destiel real-world AU, 23,383 words

Summary:

Castiel Novak has been the co-host of Good Morning, Lawrence! for a little over ten years when he stumbles across the story of a lifetime. But after a producer pulls the segment and tells him to forget it, Castiel begins to wonder who's really pulling the strings. Can he bring the truth to light while somehow managing to keep his co-host, and the man he loves, in the dark?

My words: Another Goddamn quality AU. This one is a little quippier and fast paced than the Hospital AU above, but it’s full of fantastic characterization and even a last-minute breaking and entering romp. Fun that’s perfect for the whole family!

Favorite part:

“Been asking you out all week.” Dean tells him, and Castiel realizes all at once he’s right.

“Oh my god.” Castiel laughs. “You have.”

This Is Not My Beautiful Wife by luckshiptoshore (@luckshiptoshore)

T, Destiel, one-shot, 4,755 words

Summary:

“Dean,” says the man again. “This isn’t real. You need to come with me, now.”

Dean’s been zoning out again. But he can’t escape the feeling that something’s very, very wrong … and wherever he goes, a strange man in a trench coat follows.

My words: You gotta love the Djinn dream trope. This one has everything you want in a caught-in-a-fake-reality-while-your-lover-pleads-for-you-to-return-to-the-waking-world story, plus an extra dash of on-point characterization and some truly imaginative scenarios for Dean’s alternate realities.

Favorite part:

“We could look into adoption,” says Cas. “If you’d like. Of course we could also simply take a child, but I think that’s frowned on."

we really shouldn't be doing this by LoversAntiquities (@tragidean)

E, Destiel, 17,138 words

Summary:

After Castiel goes missing for a week, Dean finds him in an abandoned cemetery in the middle of nowhere Kansas, suffering from a mysterious welt. Only, as the hours go on, the deeper the curse grows—and Dean finds more than he bargained for, namely on every surface he and Castiel can find.

My words: This is more straight-up (not straight) porn than I usual rec, but this is a fantastic take on the from-sex-to-love fic where everyone was already in love to begin with. There’s a hefty sprinkle of idiots-to-lovers and sex-curse. Also angst, which is my bread and butter.

Favorite line:

Castiel stares up at him, his eyes gone soft, hooded. Dean thumbs over his eyelid, just to watch it flutter shut. “I’m not solely interested in you for your hands, or your mouth. They are wonderful attributes, but I don’t long for them so much as I long for you.” He leans into Dean’s palm and kisses the center. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but it would take the death of the universe to get me to stop.”

Postpartum Prometheus by babbyspanch, saltslimes (@dragqueenpentheus @nifedick)

E, Destiel, technically mpreg, WIP, 18,959 words

Summary

Welcome to the Supernatural renaissance. Welcome to Castiel and the terrible naissance.

My words: warning for the fact that this is technically an mpreg fic even though Castiel is an angel and not really a man. Warning, also, because this is another WIP that hasn’t been updated since the beginning of the year, so I don’t know if it’ll be finished. Basically, Dean and Cas bump uglies to unexpected results. Cas kinda freaks without telling Dean he’s his baby daddy. He also yanks out his intestines so said baby can be nice and comfortable in there. Funny and angsty.

Favorite part:

“Are those—?”

“Yeah.” He waves his hand at the door again, starting to feel like one of those used car lot inflatable men, limbs akimbo. “A total murderer looking guy just bolted that way. And not like— the regular murderer-looking people who come in.”

“And he left his organs.” Dennis thinks a moment, and then shrugs, as if this isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever seen. He’s been working here longer than anyone Henry knows, maybe it isn’t. He opens his mouth and Henry can’t help hoping some miracle plan of action is going to fall out of it. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Um. What?”

“I don’t want to offend you.” He pauses, brows furrowed. He rolls Henry’s cup over in his hand. “What is a ‘FABINISTA’?”

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tiktaalic · 6 months

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The crazy dean criterion collection: curated by ME!

Crazy in this parlance. means. “sam gives dean a strange look" natural. recommendations welcome. i dont read a lot of fic so there are maybe 5 on here. here we go.

ROMANTIC THEORY - 2STREET2CAR

“It was an accident,” Dean insists, as soon as they hear from Bobby. They’re sitting at a diner halfway back to the hotel room and these are the first real words Dean has spoken. “I know it was. He didn’t mean to.” Sam stares at him. “He?” “Castiel?” Dean says, shrugs. “Boy name, right?” “Are you insane?” Sam blurts out.

CHEAPEST ROOM IN THE HOUSE - BIGGAYBENNY

“Why is the app on Dean’s phone? Why is someone messaging you on Dean’s phone?” Sam asks and Dean knows Sam’s staring at him even as he stares at the page in front of him with an intensity he hasn’t had all afternoon. When no one answers, Sam tries again. “What –?” Irritation flares like electricity through Dean and it’s only that spark of anger that gets his words out. “I’m just helping him out, Sam! Jesus, he’s – he was – he’s an angel. Celestial intent! How is he meant to know what Grindr is? How to – how to – to talk to guys, how is he –” “Dude,” Sam says emphatically, placating him with wide eyes, holding his hands up. “Okay, okay. Listen, I know you’re not –”

THE DEAN WINCHESTER BEAT SHEET - SALTYFEATHERS

Sam snorts and puts down his phone. His bed creaks as he gets comfortable. “So, what’s up with Cas?” “What do you mean?” Dean says. “Nothing. Just, like, what’s his deal?” For all the fretting he did over this trip, Dean never once thought to prepare an answer for this question. So when he blurts out, “Well, he’s gay,” the only person he can be disappointed in is himself. “Uh, okay,” Sam says. “I was looking for more of a big picture type-thing, but I guess we can start there, too.”

BUILT TO ROAM - SLEEPYVAN

They both throw the ball, Cas controlling Dean’s swing with his own arms and his own legs, strong and firm at his back. If he’s a shifter, he could kill me right now, Dean thinks, and stays put right where he is. He releases the ball and they both watch as the ball travels straight towards the pins, hitting them with a good amount of force and knocking them all down. no sam pull quote for this one. but trust he would have things to say about the bowling alley.

TO BE RESTORED - SERENITYFAILS

"Nah, there's nothing wrong with it, if you like H&R Block chic. I'm just saying, if I was reborn as a hot chick I'd want to show off a little." The matching looks Sam and Cas give him make his cheeks burn. "What?" Dean tosses his hands indignantly. "You're telling me if you were a woman you wouldn't want to look hot?" "I can honestly say I haven't give it much thought, Dean," Sam says, looking like he's about to ask Dean if there's anything else he wants to admit to, and Dean doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, so he climbs inside the car and turns the music up before Sam can open his pinched little mouth again.

that's all i got boss. if you've read something where dean is Crazy drop it in my inbox.

#spnwatch #etxt #fic tag

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deancasbigbang · 6 months

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Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

Author: angelofthequeers

Artist: eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 21186

Warnings: Dubious consent (due to mind control) Homophobia and transphobia (not the focus but there)

Tags: Episode AU: s15e18 Despair, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Human Castiel, Trans Dean Winchester, Mind Control, Smut

Summary: They’ve beaten this plot point to death, dancing around each other and wallowing in miscommunication and things unsaid. So why should this time be any different? Oh, yeah. Because Chuck’s gone. And Cas is human now, all thanks to Dean. Surely this whole miscommunication won’t backfire on them when they take on what seems to be a shifter case involving people killing their lover and then themselves. Surely not.

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#dcbb 2023 #masterpost #2023 masterpost #deancas #destiel

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octoberclidan · 8 months

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Moving to Kansas

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: heyyy, ur a very talented writer!! could i request a fic where sam and dean are on their way to a mission, and when they arrive, they find the reader as the only survivor who has killed the shapeshifter (or whatever u choose), but she's injured? they figure she must be a skilled fighter tho and now all her family is dead, so it ends with them offering her a place to stay at the bunker? hope u like it <3

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Dean pulled in opposite a moderately sized family home, the destination that the hunt had brought them to. Sam and Dean had been on a suspected shapeshifter case, and after following all other leads, they were almost sure that it was in this house, posing as a woman in her early 60s. Her husband and daughter along with her two siblings had all been reported as missing by family friends, but she hadn't reported anything herself, and was just going about her daily business as usual.

"How sure are we? We gonna knock on the door or do you want me to go around the back?" Sam asked as he got took his silver knife out of his bag, ready to open his door and step out of the car.

"Let's try and test her first, on the off chance that she's not the shifter, we don't want to traumatise the woman by going after her with a knife". Dean said as he dug his hand into his jacket pocket. "I'll ask for her contact details and give her this pen, it's silver". He showed Sam the pen, and Sam put his knife away and nodded in agreement. They were dressed in their FBI disguises, and they straightened themselves out in the wingmirrors once they got out of the car. They walked up to the door and Dean knocked, but there was no response. Exchanging a glance, Sam tried the doorbell and they waited again, but there was still no response. Sam took his knife out, and Dean took his gun out, giving Sam the go ahead to try the door. Sam tried it, and it wasn't locked, so he pushed the door open before stepping back and letting Dean take the lead with the gun.

The house was silent, but a struggle had clearly taken place. They walked through to the kitchen, where the table was in its side, the chairs scattered across the room, plant pots and plates smashed on the floor, and blood was everywhere. They left the kitchen and froze when they heard a creak above them. Dean nodded to the staircase, and Sam nodded back, following closely behind as they made their way upstairs. Dean opened a bedroom door and was greated by three still bodies. Sam stood in the doorway while Dean checked two of them on the ground for a pulse, but they were gone. "Dean, they're the two siblings, her brother and sister". Sam whispered, nodding at the two corpses on the ground where Dean was. "And that one's her husband". He gestured towards the man lying on the bed.

"Okay, so that leaves the daughter and the woman, and I think we now know the shifter has definitely been here. It could still look like the woman, or it could look like daughter by now". Dean said as he reached for the man on the bed's neck. "Gone too". Sam kept a lookout while Dean cleared the room, and he was just about to join Sam when a noise came from the room across the hall. With their weapons at the ready, they quietly walked across the hallway to a closed door, and Sam pushed in open before stepping back to let Dean in.

Their eyes were immediately drawn to the suspect, or rather, two copies of the suspect, identical and on the ground beside one another. They shared a confused look while Sam knelt down beside them check for pulses and to test his knife on both of them. He looked up at Dean. "They're both dead, one is the shifter, the other is human".

"So... the daughter? Where's she?" Dean looked around the room and stopped when he saw another door. "Sam". He whispered to his brother, nodding at the door. Sam looked towards it and stood up, raising his knife as he quietly moved to the door. They were silent as Sam pulled open the door to a bathroom, but before either of them could react to the movement inside, Sam was pinned against the door with a knife only an inch from his neck. He dropped his own knife in surprise and stared down at the woman who had pushed him.

Holding his hands up in defence he glanced to Dean over her head, who was holding up his gun and pointing right at her. "We're not here to hurt you, we're here to help". Sam said to her. "I'm Sam, that's my brother Dean behind you. The guy with the gun. Want to take your knife away from my neck?"

"Tell him to put his gun away first". She reached up to press the side of her knife against his neck, narrowing her eyes at him. All she knew was that her family had been killed by something that looked like her mother, something that tried to kill her too, and now these two strange men in cheap suits were outnumbering her.

"Dean". Sam said, nodding at him to let him know it was okay. Dean nodded back and lowered his gun, and she lowered her knife and stepped away from Sam. "I'm sorry". Sam said as he looked down at her, before hitting the knife out of her hand and spinning her around so she was pinned to the door. She let out a gasp as he held her there, and Dean was quick to pick up Sam's dropped knife to hold it against her arm. She struggled in Sam's hold for a few seconds, but once they saw there was no reaction to the silver, Sam let go.

"What was that??" She shouted at them. "Who the hell are you two? What the fuck is all of this?"

"We'll tell you everything, okay? But we've got to get you out of here if you don't want to go down for murder". Dean backed away from her to give her space, and Sam followed his lead. "You're bleeding too, you'll have to let me take a look". He noticed that she was breathing quite heavily, and now that he was looking at her properly he could also see the tears that stained her cheeks and how red her eyes were. She was wearing a torn up tank top, several cuts clearly visible on her arms and waist, and her jeans had splotches of blood on them too. They had no idea how long she'd been in that bathroom, not knowing who was dead or alive, not knowing what was going on. "Hey, you have to calm down okay?".

"Calm down? My entire family is dead. I had to stab my own mother because she was trying to kill me". Fresh tears started to escape her eyes as she leaned back against the open door.

"That wasn't your mother, you killed a monster that was disguised as your mother". Sam said to her. "Just come with us, we're staying in a motel a short drive from here. Let us patch you up and explain everything, alright?" He gave her a concerned expression, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking down at the ground, trying not to catch sight of the two bodies on the floor, not even sure which was her mother and which was her attacker.

"I don't understand". She sniffed, quickly wiping away her tears. Her anger and fear slowly dissolving into confusion and sadness.

"Hey, look, I know this is confusing, but if you just take some time to let the adrenaline wear off and let us look at your injuries, we will explain it, help you process what happened". Sam tentatively reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but he kept it there and she looked up at him, then looked to Dean, who was trying his best to look friendly despite the situation they were in.

"Okay". She whispered.

"Okay. Good. Here, take this". Dean took off his suit jacket and held it out for her. She cautiously walked past Sam and turned around for Dean to help her into the sleeves. She winced as she lifted her right arm, and both of the boys made a mental note to check that arm. Dean closed the jacket around her once both of her arms were in, and he slipped his arm around her waist, making sure his body shielded her from the sight of the bodies, and pushed her gently back out to the hall. "Check the rest of the house then meet us at the car". He said to Sam over his shoulder, then proceeded to help her down the stairs, noticing that she also had a slight limp in one of her legs.

He opened the back door to the Impala and she slid in. He wanted to say something else, something to comfort her, but knowing what she'd just been through he couldn't think of anything that would help. He got in the driver's side and they sat in silence. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, she was staring out the window, shaking slightly. "You cold Sweetheart?" He asked her and she shook her head no. "What's your name?" He asked.

"[Y/N]".

"[Y/N]? It suits you". He noticed the tiniest upturn of her lips and he relaxed back into his seat. He wasn't the best at comforting people, or the whole emotion thing, but there was something different about her. He wanted to make her feel better. The passenger door opened and Sam slid in, tucking his knife back into his bag.

"It's all clear, let's get out of here". He said and Dean nodded, turning on the engine and pulling away from the kerb. The short drive back to the motel was quiet. Only having one survivor was not a successful hunt, especially when that one survivor was injured, their entire family dead, and the boys hadn't even killed the shifter, the survivor had. Sam opened [Y/N]'s door and held out his hand for her to take, which she did, mumbling a quiet thank you to him. Once they were in the room, he told her to sit on one of the beds while he got the first aid supplies ready.

"I'm gonna get us some food, Sammy will patch you up, he's better at that than I am. You good with diner food?" Dean asked [Y/N] and she nodded at him. Dean left and Sam pulled over a chair from the corner of the room to sit in front of her, his legs either side of hers.

"Let's get that jacket off you and take a look, I want to see that arm and make sure nothing's broken. Can I help you out of it?" He asked.

"Yeah. Thank you". She was quiet now, nothing like the woman who'd pinned him against the door earlier, the adrenaline was definitely wearing off.

"[Y/N], was it?" He asked and she nodded as he helped pull her arms out of the jacket sleeves. "I'd say nice to meet you, but under better circumstances we wouldn't have had to meet". He offered her a sympathetic smile and began turning her right arm over in his hand, lifting it up and back down again. "It's not broken, or dislocated anyway, I think you just pulled a muscle. Can I have a look at those cuts? If they're deep I'll have to stitch them up. I don't know if you wanna just take your top off if you have a bra on underneath, or I can try and work around it?"

"I'll take it off, it's ruined anyway". She started to pull the hem of her top up, but with the dried blood, it stung as it pulled away from her skin. "Shit this hurts". She laughed and paused, taking a deep breath.

"Hang on, I'll get some water and wet it, it should come off more easily then". He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, and she sat there staring out into the room. She still had no idea what was going on, but she had calmed down a little bit. Still in shock, it wasn't quite real yet that her entire family was gone. She'd found her aunt and uncle dead in her old room, then watched her mother tear her father apart, she'd fought with her, she'd been hurt by her, then she'd seen her mother dead on the floor of her parents' bedroom. She'd never been so convinced that she was living a nightmare, how could her mother be dead while also attacking her? They'd fought and fought until she finally won and hid in the bathroom, where she'd cried in fear for hours. However, she felt safe in that motel room. Whoever those two men were, whatever they were, she felt safe with them. She was brought out of her thoughts by a cold sensation on her lower stomach, and she flinched back. "Sorry, sorry, it's a little bit cold". Sam was back sitting in front of her, a grimace on his face as he held a cold washcloth under her ripped tank top on her stomach. "I'm gonna start pulling it up, but if it's too painful let me know and I'll stop, alright?"

"Okay". She nodded and gripped the bedsheet under her bracing for the sting. Sam's plan worked though, and it was only a mild sting as he slowly brought it farther up over her head, dabbing at the dry blood along the way. He looked over the cuts on her arms, they were mostly just scratches that just needed to be cleaned, which he did with an alcohol wipe from his first aid kit.

"Okay, this one on your side is going to need some stitches. I have some numbing cream, so I'll put that on and let it sit for a few minutes, then I'll stitch it up and cover it with a bandage. Is that okay with you?" She had mostly been avoiding looking at him directly, but she looked up at him to tell him it was okay, and she'd never seen such genuine concern in someone's eyes before.

"Thank you". She said and he shook his head.

"We should be the ones thanking you, you're the one who killed the monster". He said just as Dean came back through the door with a couple of paper bags in his hand.

"You giving her the talk?" He asked as he set them down on the small table and began to take containers out of it.

"Haven't yet, you wanna do it while I stitch her up?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged before lifting the small table up and carrying it over to the bed. He sat down beside her and told her to help herself to the selection of food he'd bought. While they ate, Dean explained how they were hunters, how they spent their time researching monsters, looking for cases, fighting monsters, and saving people.

"So.. it was a shapeshifter, not my actual mother that I stabbed?"

"That's right, it was a monster. We'd actually been tracking it for awhile, it was a smart one. Guess it messed up by choosing you". Dean said as he popped his last fry into his mouth. Sam was cleaning up the supplies, happy with the stitches he'd done. He'd already helped her into one of his flannels, much too big on her but she didn't mind, and Dean had given her a pair of his sweatpants since her jeans were covered in blood.

"So it was just luck that I happened to grab a silver knife when we were fighting in the kitchen, before I ran to my mom's room. If I'd picked up a stainless steel one I'd be dead too?"

"I wouldn't say it was all luck. You seem to have pretty good reflexes, not many people can surprise us and pin one of us against a door". Dean chuckled at Sam who had just finished packing the first aid supplies away into his bag.

"How many are there?"

"Shapeshifters?"

"Monsters".

"Don't know, thousands". Dean said.

"Hundreds of thousands". Sam said as he sat down in front of them again. "But, not all of them are bad. One of our old friends is a werewolf. He's actually a hunter himself when he's not too busy with his family".

"His family?"

"Yeah, they're all werewolves, but they don't hunt people. There's actually quite a lot of supernatural beings that just keep to themselves, lots of them didn't choose who they were, you know? We even met a shifter once who worked as a therapist because she wanted to help people". Sam smiled at her. "One of our best friends is an angel too, I think you'd like him".

"An actual angel? So... heaven's real?" She asked.

"Yeah, we've actually been there". Dean gave a dry laugh before noticing her expression. "They're in a better place". He gently patted her thigh and she swallowed back a lump in her throat, the image of her dead family members still fresh in her mind.

"I want to kill the bad ones. I want to do what you guys do". She quickly wiped her eyes before any tears could drop. Sam and Dean exchanged a look before Sam spoke up.

"It's dangerous, what we do. Hunters get seriously hurt, they die. You'd never have a normal life, you'd never be safe". He said to her.

"Well I wasn't safe living my normal life, was I? Or my mom, my dad, my aunt and uncle? They were all living their normal lives. How many people are hurt or killed by monsters?"

"A lot" Sam admitted.

"I'm alone now. I have no family. I can't just... go back to my normal life, it's not there anymore". She turned to look at Dean. "Can you teach me? About monsters". He gave her a long hard look before sighing.

"We'll teach you. But you'll need to do physical training too. And you won't be able to go on an actual hunt until both myself and Sam are happy with how much you know. Got it?"

"Got it". She nodded. "So do you just like, go from motel to motel?" She asked and heard Sam chuckle in front of her, so she turned to him.

"Not anymore, we have something better than that". He smiled at her. "How do you feel about moving to Kansas?"

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justagirlinafandomworld · 10 months

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June was buuuuuuusssyyyy, I'm still recovering. While I didn't get to read as much as I would have liked, I'm still very thankful for all you wonderful writers for being here, for providing all this great content. My life would suck without you.

Please show some love to your fav stories! I think I've collected quite the variety for you to peruse.

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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Marvel

Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers x Female Reader (briefly) Summary: Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU] 3 Parts. Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Smut (not explicit). Swearing. Mentions of alcohol. (18+ only please).

To Have and to Hold Chapters 4 & 5 by @indyluckycharlie Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mafia AU Chapter 4 Summary: "She wore a thousand faces, all to hide her own" -atticus Chapter 4 Warnings: Dark themes Minors DNI. Also, if you ended up here by accident and haven't read the previous parts, go back! Angst, angst, angst (tra-la-la) Threats of and allusions to violence. Abusive and controlling behavior. Forced relationship. Light nonconsensual touching. Coercion. Hints at cheating that isn't really cheating. Swearing.

The Animal Within by @navybrat817 Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: Bucky can't help but follow you when you go through his territory. Warnings: Shifters, flirting, background character death, mention of blood, slight possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

Bound to You by @flordeamatista dark mob Bucky Barnes x Stewardess Reader concept: Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life. warnings: possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, dub—con/non—con, kidnapp—ing, drug—ing, desire,lust, p— in-—v, mile high club, man—ipulation — d-ubcon/non—con, mature themes, edging, fing—ering, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

Through These Crazy Times by @girl-next-door-writes Clint Barton x Reader Summary: You and Clint have been keeping your new relationship a secret from the rest of the team, but a slip up leads to Clint deciding he doesn’t want to hide any more. Warnings: Fluff, otherwise none provided

Supernatural

Not Moving by @lost-between-letters Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Summary: Sam doesn't want to move. Warnings: death, angst.

Go Easy by @negans-lucille-tblr Sam Winchester x Y/N Summary: Sam’s hiding a part of himself from his new, inexperienced girlfriend, but maybe he doesn’t have to. Warnings: teasing, flirting, mentions of virginity, mentions of liking younger women, angst, mentions of BDSM, Dom/sub vibes, mild BDSM, bondage, fingering, p in v

Waiting For A Love Like This by @girl-next-door-writes Sam Winchester x Reader Summary: Sam has been in love with his best friend for so long that loving them is like breathing. He has successfully kept the depth of his feelings hidden, but there’s only so long you can hold back those three words before they find a way to escape. Warnings: none provided.

Yours to Hold by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female Summary: Dean lives in a fantasy that isn’t that far from the truth. Warnings: angst.

Love Misunderstood by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Summary: The moment came and went so fast, but Y/N has regretted it ever since. Warnings: None really. Brief mention of sexy times. Angst.

His Omega by @negans-lucille-tblr Wincest Anon Prompt: Sam and Dean are getting ‘married’ in a private ceremony of friends and family that involves Sam publicly claiming Dean BUT, dun Dun DUN - Becky wedding crashes by dropping through the ceiling while Sam is about to fuck Dean and she falls on his dick instead and Sam is bound to her 😳😳😳 finger gunsWarnings: fluff, alpha!Sam, omega!Dean, A/B/O, public claiming, mentions of public sex, sex, mentions of anal, that bitch Becky

Other Characters

Offer by @softlyspector Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader Summary: Din is absolutely sure that you know that he’s courting you. He wants to makes the offer formally anyways. Warnings: pining, absolute FOOLS in love, bit of grumpy x sunshine, Din thinking he's being so obvious while not showing a single emotion, self doubt and insecurity (Din), lil angst, probably incorrect lore, fluff, Mando'a (translations at the end)

A Sweeter Place by @flordeamatista Neighbor!Joel Miller x Reader concept: The world dims when our lips meet, our hearts beat faster, and time stands still. warnings: poetic loving in the sunshine morning, kitchen table s-mut, finger-ing (tiny of cum play) ,pure poetic fluff, soft kisses, o-ral (r receiving), nickname ──(Sugar, dirty girl,)

History Repeats Itself by @hoboal87 Unnamed Male Alpha x Female Omega Reader Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, mentions of / implied sex and knotting, implied unprotected sex, angst, ambiguous ending

This Hope in My Heart by @princessmisery666 Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader Summary: Sometimes having hope can hurt, but in the end it all works out. Warnings: slight angst, fluffy fluff.

RPF

Please Don't Leave by @princessmisery666 Jensen Ackles x Reader Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right? Warnings: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

#just a girl reading fics in june 2023 #bucky barnes x reader #clint barton x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #din djarin x reader #joel miller x reader #robert floyd x reader #jensen ackles x reader

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destielomegaversebigbang · 7 months

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To Russia, With Love

Author: PetraAmia

Artist: Nienor

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Dean was the only feline born into a pack of wolves, his mother's clan had feline blood but they were more human than shifter, so Dean was a surprise. His mother loved to take him to the park when she was pregnant with Sammy. One day another feline showed up! A boy named Castiel, and he and Dean became fast friends. Soon enough Cas had to go back to another country and Dean didn't want Cas to forget him so they snuck out to the park on a "mating moon" and had a best friends forever ceremony. They both made a little cut on their palm and swapped blood so that they will never forget each other.

Of course life happens and 20 years later Dean gets a visit from this flouncy feline in a suit telling him he needs to come to Russia immediately. Turns out that little ceremony mated them at a young age, bound by blood under the mating moon, and Cas is the heir to his throne.

Warnings/Tags: omega Dean, aloha Cas, Russian Cas, royal Cas, mating cycles/ heat/rut, scenting, cat/human hybrid, surprises, weddings, spice, phone sex, love letters, mating bites, weddings, Dean deserves to be happy, John Winchester A +parenting, Bobby is Dean's Dad, Charlie ships destiel

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#submission #destiel omegaverse big bang #dobb 23 #author: petraamia #artist: neinor

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flamencodiva · 1 year

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The Moon Goddess's Daughter and The Alpha Masterlist

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Word Count: TBD

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

Chapters:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#Moon Goddesses Daughter and the Alpha Masterlist #Supernatural/Shifter Fan Fic #Supernatural Fic #Supernatural AU #Dean Winchester Fic #Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester Fic #Female!Reader Inster #Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader #FlamencoDiva Writes #FlamencoDiva fic

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deancaspinefest · 1 month

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In The Dog Days | Mature | 22,300 words

Author: @hectatess Artist: @reverieofforgotten

One day deputy sheriff Castiel Novak is out on his usual run, when a guy comes up to join him. They hit it off, and before the day really starts, he has a new running buddy called Sam.

Fast forward a few months, and Sam comes running into the office, all upset because his brother is missing! To top off this eventful day, Castiel finds a dog without a collar.

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Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Bg Sam/Gabriel, Bg Jody/Donna

Warnings: No Archive warnings apply

Tags: Canon Related, shifter curse, Civilian Winchesters, Witchcraft, Mentions of abuse and child trafficking (Magda Jack Claire), Mutual Pining, dog!Dean, Cop!Castiel, Happy Ending, Even for Lucky, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Gabriel & Dean Winchester Friendship

#2024 masterpost #destiel art #destiel fic #deancas fic #deancas art #destiel #masterpost #pinefest 2024 #submission #deancas #author: hectatess #artist: reverieofforgotten

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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"You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let's hear it"

W/ John (Winchester) and your OC ❤️

A/N: This is the same reader as my other SPN fics, but since she’s so young I decided to keep her as my OC.

"You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”

Lily stood trembling behind her father’s legs, gripping the material of his jacket. He had one hand grazing her shoulder, a needed reminder that she was still alive and hadn’t been taken by the damn shifter just ahead of them before he’d arrived, the other gripping his gun.

He could tell it was a weak shifter, perhaps out alone for the first time in its miserable life, because it seemed to be flickering between reality and illusion. The image it had possessed to lure Lily out had John warring with his conscious and whatever was beneath that. Though he had the gun in his hand, loaded with silver bullets, he was struggling with his instincts. Because if the shifter had taken the form of anyone other than her, it would have been dead the moment he’d seen it.

The fragility of his mind was dangerously proved when the shifter’s crooked mouth opened and a silver blade suddenly ripped through its heart. The world seemed to stand still as John watched it crumple to the floor, a familiar wave of emotions spilling over him as he stared at its dead body.

“The hell, Dad?”

John snapped his gaze up to see Dean, holding the bloody knife in his hand. He looked surprised, and John knew it could be a reaction to one of two things: the fact he hadn’t killed the shifter while he’d had an obvious opening, or the sight of his ten-year-old sister standing behind him.

When John didn’t reply, Dean circled the shifter and bent over to peer at the face. His expression warped immediately once he caught it and he straightened quickly and swallowed, twisting his face in displeased understanding.

Before he could ask anything further, if that had indeed been his intention, John sobered and spun to face Lily. He grasped her little shoulders and shook, once and hard.

“What don’t you understand about ‘stay in the car’?” he all but yelled, the danger of the situation finally rushing back to him. He and Dean had been flushing out a shifter nest in Illinois, one of the first hunts since Sam had left for Stanford. John had parked the impala in the trees and given Lily strict instructions to stay put while he and Dean did their job, Sam not being there to stay with her at a motel. Lily had done as she’d been told for the first half hour, writing in her notebooks while she munched on a makeshift dinner of cereal bars and sandwiches, but the shifter had made her forget. She’d seen its face, its blonde hair, its blue eyes, and she’d opened the door. She was only lucky John had been on his way back, and they’d both been luckier that Dean hadn’t been far behind.

“Did you wanna get killed? Huh?” John shook his daughter again, his face the picture of terrified rage. He saw her bottom lip quiver and her brows knit together above wide, cloudy eyes as she stared up at him.

“Sorry,” she muttered, her voice shaking, “but I—it was Mommy—Daddy, I saw Mommy and I wanted to say—just to say hi!”

John pressed his lips together in a thin line as his own vision became clouded with tears. Lily looked so much like her. So much like his Mary. The real Mary, not the obscured picture he’d seen just seconds ago before Dean had destroyed it. He often forgot that Lily had seen her mother in photographs alone, never having been privy to the beautiful reality of her hugs and her voice and the face that no shifter could truly replicate. Lily had been taught of the dangers of the world. She knew how to shoot a gun and how to throw a knife. But she’d never been taught that her mother had been anything other than safe.

With a quick, releasing breath, John pulled Lily to him, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her feet from the ground. “That wasn’t Mommy, baby,” he whispered. Lily nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, her own tiny arms gripping the back of his jacket.

“Looked like Mommy,” she mumbled back.

Dean had made quick work of removing his jacket to cover the shifter’s face. He squeezed one of his sister’s hands with a sigh, recognising that John was still reeling.

“It looked like Mommy,” he said, “but it wasn’t her, Lils. It was a monster pretending to be her, you know that, right?”

Lily blinked so innocently it made Dean’s heart clench. The words were cruel, but he knew they’d stick with her.

“I know,” she spoke barely audibly. “Mommy has a prettier smile.”

SPN Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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