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[envydeanwrites]

For @starcrosseddeancas's Dreamy Drabble Week

#2: Lies

Castiel pinned Dean up against the rotting wall of the cabin basement. Something had a hold of Dean. A witch's hex was most likely.

Dean's face was stormy and yet his eyes were saying something different. His Dean was still in there somewhere.

"Please," Castiel begged. He'd spent all day listening to the lies Dean was spewing like he couldn't stop. "Tell me something true."

Dean tried to push back against him, but Castiel was too strong.

"I…" Dean shook his head, like he was fighting tooth and nail inside his head. It hurt Castiel that he couldn't help.

"Tell the truth, it'll break the spell."

Their breaths were close, the space around them eerily quiet.

"I love you, Cas."

Dean's head cranked back and a red wisp of magic shot out of Dean's mouth before dissolving.

Their foreheads touched, lightly, gently as the truth between them was revealed

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[destieltropecollection]

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[nickelkeep]

i need you to hold me tonight

Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 606 Warnings: Dean has a nightmare Written For: the Destiel Anniversary and @destielmonth Day 5 On Ao3

Why does this sound like a goodbye?

Because it is. I love you.

Don’t do this, Cas. Cas…

Goodbye, Dean.

...

Dean shot up in a cold sweat, shaking and shivering from the nightmare that plagued him. Taking a deep breath, he reached over to the other side of the bed, calming slightly as his hand came to rest on a firm, warm shoulder.

“Dean?” The bed shifted slightly as Cas rolled over, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Dean, are you alright?”

“No.”

Within moments, Dean found himself wrapped in Cas’ arms, embraced tightly. “Bad dream?”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, his voice soft. “It was... “ He wanted to tell Cas what the dream was, but it hurt too much. Instead, he shook his head. “Yeah.”

“Dean, I’m here.” Cas cupped Dean’s cheek in his hand, gently tracing his thumb along the soft skin. “You got me back.”

A sob involuntarily escaped from Dean’s lips. “I know.”

“And I have no plans of ever leaving you again.”

“I know.”

“You don’t sound convinced.” Cas shifted slightly and pulled Dean in closer. He pressed a soft kiss against Dean’s forehead. “What do I need to do to prove it?”

“You don’t need to prove it, Sunshine. I promise. You said you’re not goin’ anywhere, and I believe you.” Dean rested his head in the crook of Cas’ neck, breathing in the faint scents of body wash and ozone. “I dreamed of that day… I think it’s been a year.”

Cas nodded. “It has.”

“I don’t want to remember the day I lost you, Cas.” Dean pulled back, searching for his angel’s eyes in the dark of their room. “I thought I lost you forever. I wasn’t… I couldn’t.…”

“Hey.” Cas flipped on one of their lamps before returning to Dean. He hooked Dean’s chin, and Dean felt a shiver go down his spine as Cas’ blue eyes bored into his soul. “I won’t lie. I thought it was forever as well. But you needed to survive. You needed to save the world.”

“But I needed you,” Dean replied, quietly. Even softer, “I still need you, Cas.”

“I know. And I’m not going anywhere.” Cas rested his forehead against Dean’s. “You saved me, Dean. And even when I thought it wasn’t possible, you loved me too.”

Dean huffed out a small laugh. “Love, Cas. While I’ve always loved you, I will continue to love you.” He swallowed down the remaining hints of fear from his nightmare and climbed into Cas’ lap, hugging him tightly. “I was so angry with you, Cas. You got to tell me how much you loved me. I didn’t think it was possible, you know? I knew we had our bond, and I knew that I loved you. But I didn’t think that angels were capable of love like that. When you said it? My mind couldn’t process it; I couldn’t respond.” Dean choked up. “The least you deserved was to hear me say it back, but I couldn’t…”

Cas interrupted Dean with a chaste kiss. “And I will remind you again that you didn’t need to say it. You still don’t.” He ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, a smile playing across his lips. “Although, I enjoy hearing it when you do say it.”

“Again, you deserve to hear it.” He paused. “I love you, Cas.” Dean smiled as he rested his arms on Cas’ shoulders, his fingers instantly entangling in the thick brown locks. “I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

“As do I, Dean.” Cas pulled Dean down and captured his lips in a deep kiss. “As do I.”

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[writersofdestiel]

This holiday season, @writersofdestiel held another Winter Fic Exchange. Here are all the lovely fics created by our participants!

Sugar Cookies and Mistletoe Kisses by @briston4274 for @galaxystiel

A little too much tequila at a Christmas party leaves Dean with a foggy memory. No one will tell him what happened and Cas can barely look him in the eye.

Can Dean salvage their friendship before it's too late? (Rated T, 10.6k)

Christmas In The Dean Cave by @ncdover1285 for @amirosebooks

Dean wants to make Christmas a merry time for Cas. To do so he goes out of his comfort zone and nearly out of his mind (darned Christmas lights) to make it perfect! (Rated G, 1.1k)

A Simple Man by @blueeyesandpie for @rathskitten

Sam comes home for Christmas after a long and unexpected absence, with a surprise guest in tow. It turns out Castiel is a stupidly handsome sociology professor who likes to bird watch, prefers whole foods, and goes on long walks in the snow. Unfortunate family history, bad assumptions, and kittens all play a part in this winter-themed tale of strangers to lovers. (Rated T, 9.9k)

A Gift to Die For by @rathskitten for @kitmistry

Castiel is trying to find the perfect gift for his husband when an unforeseen opportunity arises. (Rated M, 3.1k)

I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm by @amirosebooks for @redleavesinthewind

Dean and his family are on a holiday road trip vacation. They’ve stopped to enjoy a Christmas festival in a small town and fluff ensues! (Rated G, 2.6k)

Snowy Blue by @kitmistry for @blueeyesandpie

On the brink of a new year, Dean runs into an old friend. (Rated T,  3.9K)

Just Thursday by @envydean for @lockandk3yfiction

Castiel doesn't want anything to do with Christmas, but he needed to get out of the apartment for some fresh air. He didn't expect to be so assaulted by the lights and the music, nor did he expect to crash into the only person who's not a fan of Christmas either. (Rated T, 2.5k)

A Most Wonderful Time by @pluckydean for @envydean

Dean despised champagne and idle chit chat and stuffy corporate parties. He was here for one reason and one alone: to finally talk to his long time crush, Castiel Novak. (Rated G, 2k)

snow and mistletoes by @redleavesinthewind for @theydraggedmein

Dean and Cas take a walk and talk about Yule and Christmas (Rated T, 1.3k)

O Tannenbaum by @theydraggedmein for @briston4274

Castiel and Dean meet throughout the years (Rated G, 2.7k)

Chill by @galaxystiel for @ncdover1285

A hunt gone wrong sees Castiel weakened and desperate to warm up. Thankfully, both Dean and a convenient cabin are nearby. (Rated T, 1.6k)

Angel Eyes and Pies by @lockandk3yfiction for @pluckydean

Dean runs a small bakery in his hometown.

One day a new customer comes in looking a little too familiar. Upon a closer look, Dean recognizes the guy as Castiel - his childhood friend and high school sweetheart.

Castiel lets it slip to his parents that he met Dean which causes them to insist Castiel invites Dean to their holiday party. Now they must act as if they're dating to ensure Castiel does not ruin his mothers Christmas. (Rated T, 5k)

#destiel challenge #writing challenge #spn challenge #destiel fanfic #destiel #writersofdestiel #fic collection #event: fic exchange #event: winter exchange

[galaxystiel]

Chill (AO3)

Summary: A hunt gone wrong sees Castiel weakened and desperate to warm up. Thankfully, both Dean and a convenient cabin are nearby. 1.6k

Written for the @writersofdestiel ‘Winter Exchange 2021′, for the wonderful ncdover1285, who sent in a prompt about Castiel suffering from the cold during a hunt.

The clouds roiled, thick and pendulous, darkening the sky as hail began to fall.

Thud! Thwack! The Impala held true to her course as solid chunks of ice began to pepper the windscreen. Dean flicked on the wipers, his eyes only giving a cursory glance to the road ahead as he surveyed the damage.

When he found none, he spared a glance to the passenger seat. “Least we know we’re in the right place for this Bulgarian beer demon, right, buddy?”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “It’s not a beer demon, Dean, it’s an Ala, a demon of bad weather. The plural is Ale, as you can no doubt hear, it’s not pronounced--” he trailed off as Dean smirked and instead craned his neck, turning his attention to the sky. “Never mind. Yes, it appears we’re in the right place. We should make for the eye of the storm.”

A slight caress of the wheel, and Dean coaxed the Impala off the main road and onto a snowy dirt trail, leading towards a thick, heavy canopy of trees. Despite his control, there was nothing to be done about the uneven route, mounds of rock and snow and bumps rocking them from side to side as they were forced to brake abruptly.

“This is gonna wreck the tyres.” Dean announced, flicking off the engine and turning his collar up in preparation of the cold once they left the safety of the car. “Looks like we’re on foot from here.”

He paused long enough to retrieve what they needed from the trunk, a couple of flashlights and a dagger coated liberally in a thick, viscous blood. Just in case, he also slid the vial of blood into the pocket of his jacket. At the last moment, Dean’s hand caressed the flamethrower.

“Cas--”

“No.”

“But--”

“No, Dean. There are too many trees here for an open flame.”

“But you said she was scared of dragons, right? Dragons breathe fire, c’mon, you’ve seen Game of Thrones .”

Castiel sighed. “Dean, you’ve seen dragons. Did they breathe fire?”

“No.” Dean huffed, and slammed the lid of the trunk. “Alright, damnit, I got the dagger. Let’s just go before it gets any colder.”

He tossed the flashlight to Castiel, who caught it deftly, flicking it on. It was getting darker now, the flashlights only illuminating about twenty feet or so in front of them. The hail was melting slowly, making the ground underfoot wet and slippery. As they trudged forward, mud splashed up their legs, leaving a grey-brown soggy coating to the bottom of Dean’s jeans and Castiel’s slacks.

The wind howled around them, growing louder as they moved ever closer towards the eye of the storm, and the Ala’s lair, until even three feet apart, they had to shout to be heard.

“Why do creepy monsters always make their lairs in woods, dusty attics, and creepy cabins, man? Why can’t something just, you know, check in at a spa once in a while?” Dean gestured to a rickety cabin with jagged looking strips of wood masquerading as walls.

“What? I can’t hear you over this wind.”

Dean just shook his head and stepped forward, stumbling over a tree branch. As he righted himself, Castiel’s hand on his shoulder in a reassuring grip, he realised the world had gone quiet.

The wind had stopped. Despite the raging storm he could see all around, bolts of lightning shooting down, thick pellets of hail, there was nothing but deadly silence around them.

“I think we’re in the right place,” Dean breathed, turning his head when Castiel didn’t reply. “Cas? Cas !”

The angel was suspended, three feet in the air, held aloft by a bright white swarm of snow and crystals of ice. His head was thrown back, and Dean could see his veins glowing as ice was pushed through them. He jumped forward, closing one hand around Castiel’s wrist, but was forced to snatch it back as the cold seared his skin.

His jaw clenched, Dean cast his eyes around in the dim glow of his flashlight. “Let him go,” he ground out. “Now.”

No response greeted him, nothing but the deafening sound of silence echoed back at him as Dean began to turn slowly, shining the beam all around. As it brushed over Castiel, Dean could see how violently he was shivering, his lips beginning to tinge blue.

“I know you can hear me. You got until I count to three to let him go, and then you’re gonna wish you’d listened.”

“Foolisssh boy. You think a ssseraph and a ssstupid hunter could hurt me? You are outmatched, outwitted, and when I finisssh with your angel, you will be next.”

Dean wheeled around, looking for the source of the voice, slipping his free hand into his jacket pocket. “I don’t think so. You know why?” He didn’t wait for a response, squeezing the vial of blood so it shattered, the shards piercing his skin. He yanked his hand free and held it up, pointing the flashlight towards the open wound. “Smell that, bitch? Dragon blood.”

There was a hissing shriek, and out of the darkness charged the Ala. In ordinary circumstances, she might be striking to look at. Long, flowing hair, stormy eyes, russet skin that held tints of purple under the night sky. Dean was more concerned with the waist-down, where she was pure serpentine, rippling navy scales that were charging towards him with top speed.

She didn’t even get close. Dean reached for the dagger in his back pocket and propelled it forward, embedding the blade deep into her solar plexus. He half-expected her to roil and screech and thrash around, and it felt almost anti-climactic when that wasn’t the case, she just dissolved into particles of ice and snow.

Castiel dropped to the floor with a thud.

Dean moved before he’d even realised it, crouching down at Castiel’s side. “You alright?”

Castiel wheezed, gasping for air as the ice began to recede, the white streaks of his veins fading away. “C-cold. Is she dead?”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Dean let out a huge sigh of relief, hauling Castiel up. “Yeah, I got her. Whoa, your hands are like blocks of ice. C’mon, we’ll never make it back to the car like this. We’ll hole up in that cabin, get a fire going. Can angels get hypothermia?”

“No.” Castiel replied curtly, but his teeth chattered, lessening the effect of his tone. “Though I admit, a f-fire would b-be welcome.”

Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel, keeping him upright and supporting most of his weight as they edged towards the cabin. Thankfully, despite Dean’s earlier reservations that the cabin was barely holding itself up, it seemed to be well insulated. The windows were thick glass, unbroken, and the walls were strong and complete. The door was locked, but a blow to the lock fixed that problem.

“What, you want to just walk back to the car? I’ll leave the money for the locksmith.” Dean huffed, feeling Castiel’s silent judgement. “Sit,” he added, ripping a dust sheet off an armchair and lowering Castiel down. “I’ll get a fire going.”

It took him longer than he liked to get the fire going, his fingers trembling as he fumbled with matches, then struggled to position the logs so the fire caught evenly. He crouched in front of the flame after it was lit, cupping his hands and blowing into them, warming his fingers.

“I should…” Castiel struggled to get up. “Take off my clothes.”

Dean blinked, and lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Uh.”

“They’re wet,” Castiel stripped off his trench coat and twisted it, watching puddles drip onto the oak floor.

“Yeah, uh, sure,” Dean cleared his throat and stared as Castiel carefully placed the coat to one side, shrugging out of his suit jacket. When the tie was next to go, Dean forced himself to turn away, looking around the cabin. “Blankets! I’ll see if I can find some.”

He searched around the adjacent room, eventually finding a thick woollen throw that wasn’t really big enough to completely wrap around Castiel, but would cover him for now. When Dean returned, Castiel had stripped off his boots and socks, his bare feet pointed towards the fireplace, but--thankfully--had kept his shirt and slacks on.

He looked… well, miserable. There was no other word for it.

Dean rested a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently before nudging the armchair closer to the fire, tucking the throw around him firmly. “You doing okay, buddy?”

“I’m fine. Just… it never gets any easier. When you save me,” Castiel clarified. “I was sent to rescue you, and since then I think you’ve done most of the rescue.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Dean’s mouth. “I think it’s pretty even. Besides, who’s keeping score? That’s what family does. Didn’t the other angels all look out for each other? Your Garrison.”

At Castiel’s wince, Dean felt guilty for even bringing it up. “They did,” Castiel admitted, although there was a slight downturn to his mouth that Dean wasn’t sure was entirely attributed to the guilt Castiel harboured about the other angels. “But this is different. You’re different, Dean.”

Castiel shifted again, his head tilting back into the armchair, his eyes closing, oblivious to the sudden thudding in Dean’s chest. “Do you think we could stay here for a little while longer? I think I want to sleep.”

“Yeah, I think we can swing it. I’ll see if I can try your boots in the meantime. Make the drive back a little less uncomfortable.” Dean offered gently, bending to scoop them up.

There was no response, and Castiel’s breathing was even, steady, his eyes closed.

Dean hesitated for just a moment, and then reached out, carding his fingers gently through Castiel’s soft, dark hair. “You’re different too.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but they weren’t there yet. In that moment, it was all he had the courage to confess.

Dean set Castiel’s boots down in front of the fire and crouched down in front of it, warmth flooding through to his fingertips.

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[peanutbutterjelly-pie]

Sprinkles

Dean wakes up slowly.

With a light smile on his face.

And he immediately flinches backwards as he's suddenly confronted with Cas standing right next to his bed, dressed all up in suit and trench coat, and staring at him with scrutiny.

Way too closely.

“Dammit, Cas,” Dean growls, rubbing his bleary eyes to chase the remnants of his fatigue away. “How many times have I told you not to do that?”

Cas blinks at him owlishly. “But I thought you didn't mind anymore since he started our intimate relationship.”

Dean scowls and hates himself a little bit for deeming Cas' choice of words kinda cute, no matter the circumstances. “Yeah, I dunno, I don't mind when we're lying in bed together and whatever …” he grunts. “Y'know, when we're –”

He makes a vague hand gesture, hoping that the angel might catch up on it.

Cas, meanwhile, stares at him with squinted eyes as though he's trying to decipher a complicated riddle. “When we're cuddling?” he tries a guess.

Dean pulls a face at the term, but unfortunately can't really deny it.

“Just – don't creep up next to the freaking bed and stare at me,” Dean makes himself clear. “How long have you been standing there anyway?”

“Not long,” Cas assures him. And then quickly glances at the watch on Dean's nightstand. “Only about forty minutes.”

Dean groans and decides that it's far too early to commit murder.

“I just wanted to wait for you to get up on your own,” Cas tries to defend himself. “You're always so cranky when someone shakes you awake.”

Dean does the mature thing and sticks his tongue out, showing the guy exactly how he feels about all of this.

Cas, however, remains utterly unimpressed as he shoves something into Dean's grip and announces, “Here, for you!”

Dean blinks a few times and needs an embarrassingly long time to get his brain decently functional. In the end, though, he manages to recognize that it's a cupcake in his hands.

He crinkles his forehead in confusion.

“A cupcake?”

“With sprinkles on top,” Cas clarifies. As if Dean somehow is unable to notice all the colorful topping that looks like a rainbow puked right over the whole thing.

Dean frowns some more. “So you're giving me a cupcake …?”

“With sprinkles.”

“Yes, with sprinkles,” Dean dutifully adds. “And why are you giving me this?”

For a moment Cas studies him like he's seriously concerned about Dean's mental state. In the end, however, he seems to decide that the hunter's bewilderment is only due to the early hour and relaxes visibly.

“It's your birthday, Dean,” Cas points out. “Gifting pastry is a common tradition, is it not?”

Huh.

Right.

His fucking birthday.

Dean honestly forgot all about that.

“So you got me a cupcake?” he wonders. “With sprinkles. For my birthday?”

Dean seriously doesn't even know what to say to this. He stares at the thing in his hand and finds himself incapable of processing anything.

“Did you make it yourself?” is the first thing he blurts out for some reason.

Cas sighs in response. “No, you banned me from the kitchen, remember? After that minor accident –”

“Minor?” Dean scoffs loudly. “You almost burned the whole bunker down, dude!”

Cas shrugs the accusation off like it's no big deal. “Anyhow, under the circumstances I decided to visit your favorite bakery in town. And since the pies unfortunately weren't ready yet because I arrived too early I got you a cupcake.” He grins proudly. “It's just an appetizer, though. I told them to put an apple pie aside for you.”

Dean can't help it, he beams at the guy like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Aw babe, you're spoiling me,” he coos.

And then he tugs at the trench coat until Cas leans forward and meets Dean halfway. Their kiss stays sweet and rather chaste at first, but soon enough it gets rather heated and Cas crawls onto Dean's lap without further ado.

But not without putting the cupcake on the nightstand first to not see it get squashed between them.

“Happy birthday, Dean,” Cas whispers, peppering hot kisses onto Dean's jaw.

And as Dean angles his head to the side to give him better access and finds the rainbow cupcake in his line of sight again in the process he smiles widely and mutters, “Yeah, very happy birthday to me.”

#happy birthday dean 🥳 #destiel #fanfic #drabble #fic #fluff #established relationship #writersofdestiel #fanfiction: mine

[kitmistry]

Plot Twist

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Teen and Up Warnings and Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Roommates/Housemates, Friends to Lovers, Internalized Homophobia, minor Castiel/Inias, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Blood and Injury, But only a teeny tiny thing it's not thaaaat bloody, POV Dean Winchester Wordcount: 9579

Summary: “Ι thought Ι was homophobic to my gay roommate, turns out I was just in love with him.” —Dean Winchester probably.

Read on Ao3

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[fangirlingtodeath513]

alone | the canon reciprocation we all deserved

“I love you.”

The statement reverberates around the small room, edges sharp and waiting, like they’re just itching to tear into Dean’s skin. His mind is reeling, bouncing between so many different lines of thought that he feels like he might just shut down entirely. But then one specific thought overwhelms all the others: nothing’s happening. Billie is still banging on the door behind Castiel, but the room is utterly silent. Dean’s not saying anything, though he thinks he feels his jaw moving. That’s not the problem, and he and Castiel seem to realize it at the exact same moment: the empty is nowhere to be seen.

Castiel’s brows furrow and he turns, body tense with nerves, to look at the door Billie is still trying to break through.

Logically, Dean knows why it didn’t work. No matter what Castiel wants to say, his happiness isn’t in just saying it, because Dean knows exactly what he’s feeling right now. He knows the exact cocktail of emotions because it’s the same one that’s been swirling within him for god only knows how long. Castiel’s nervous and happy, yes, but there’s also a sad tinge to it. It’s like he knows Dean will never feel the same, which is utterly ridiculous, though knowing that himself and saying it out loud are two different things.

“I-I… I thought that would work. I don’t understand…” Castiel says quietly, eyes darting around the room. He avoids looking anywhere near Dean, which Dean can understand.

He knows. Realistically, he thinks Castiel knows as well, but he can’t be sure. Castiel’s feelings have always been foreign to him, now more than ever, but if Castiel’s hoping the empty is coming for him, it appears he’s going to be disappointed.

“Cas… don’t do this,” he finally manages to choke out. His voice is rough and quiet and nowhere near the normal bravado he has, but he can’t help it. He knows what the solution is, and every cell in his body is telling him to shut the fuck up and spend his last few minutes of life with Castiel.

Castiel just gives him a sad smile. “Let me do this for you. I want you to live, Dean. If that’s the consequence of this deal, then I’ll count that as a win and I’ll rest easy.”

Dean swallows around the lump in his throat—when did that get there?—and takes an aborted half-step toward Castiel. “I-I just want to make sure, before… Is this what you want? We can find another way, we always do.”

Castiel’s sad smile returns and it nearly breaks Dean’s heart. “We don’t have time, Dean. It doesn’t appear to have worked, anyway. I’ll… figure something else out.”

Dean swallows again, reaching out with jerky, nervous movements until he’s got a hand on Castiel’s cheek. “It’s not working because you’re not happy.”

Castiel looks like he wants to argue but Dean is quickly losing his nerve, so he takes another step closer and brings his left hand up to mirror his right, both thumbs stroking Castiel’s cheeks gently. They’re still wet from his tears.

“Me too, Cas, of course I love you. God, how could I not? You’re…” his words fail him, so he just offers Castiel a watery smile. “You’ve always had me, Castiel. Ever since you pulled me out of Hell.”

He can hear something behind him and he watches Castiel’s eyes dart to something just over Dean’s left shoulder, but he’s not letting the empty ruin this. Not this. This is too important. Castiel is too important.

“I’ve always loved you, Cas. I always will.” The admission feels foreign on his tongue. He’s not used to expressing his feelings like this, but in the face of Castiel’s death, it seems so inconsequential. Castiel deserves this, and he’s earned a response like this from Dean. Dean owes him this, he knows that.

It takes him the space of a single breath to lean in and close the gap between them. He hesitates a couple of inches from Castiel’s face, close enough to hear the shocked inhale from Castiel. There are fresh tears on Dean’s hands, though he can’t tell if they’re from Castiel or from himself. He doesn’t really care at this point.

Castiel closes the last of the gap, his lips warm and chapped against Dean’s. He’s nervous at first, or maybe too emotional, but eventually they both let go of their reservations. Castiel’s hand settles on Dean’s left shoulder, his other arm winding around Dean’s waist as they kiss. It’s wonderful and magical and heartbreaking all at the same time and Dean’s not sure he’ll ever be able to recover but he doesn’t care. He deserves this as much as Castiel does. He deserves to be happy, even if it’s only for a moment. Hell, he probably won’t make it out of this fight either, this might be the last chance he gets to be truly happy.

Castiel’s grip on his shoulder tightens and then he’s leaning away, eyes shining with unshed tears. He’s smiling, though, a smile Dean’s never seen him wear.

It’s content.

Happy.

It’s exactly what the empty needs.

Everything happens all at once. The door behind Castiel flies off its hinges, a pissed off Billie standing in the doorway. Castiel shoves Dean to the side, the same happy smile on his face.

“Goodbye, Dean.”

The empty doesn’t hesitate. It doesn’t let them breathe. Dean’s not the one being smothered, but he feels like it’s his own throat that closes as he watches Castiel be engulfed. He can’t decide if he wants to cry, scream, or grab Castiel’s hand and go with him. Maybe it’s a combination of all three. Maybe if he moves now—

But then the empty is closing around Billie, too, her scythe abandoned on the floor as she’s surrounded and pulled in.

The empty shrinks back into the wall it had so effortlessly sprung from and Dean’s left to his customary existence.

Alone.

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[disabledcas]

everything is gonna be okay

The time has come for Claire to start college. Some people take it harder than others.

A Destiel with Claire and Baby!Jack AU!

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“Goodbye, old man,” Claire said. 

Dean spluttered, “Wh— I— Cas! You gonna let her talk to me like that?”

Cas sighed, exasperated with those two and their constant squabbling. 

“Claire, don’t tell your dad that he’s old.”

Dean made an even more offended face. 

“I’m not old,” he said, “I’m younger than you!”

“Barely.”

“Okay, okay,” Claire interrupted them, “Daughter leaving you for college over here.”

Cas sighed before turning to her, giving her a fond, yet sad, smile and pulling her into a tight hug. 

“We’re gonna miss you.”

“Don’t make it a big deal, please,” she said, “I’ll see you guys in a couple weeks again.”

“Okay,” Cas responded, pulling out of the hug but keeping her only an arms length away, “Then… see you later.”

She smiled gratefully. 

“See you later, dad.”

She hugged Dean before saying, “And you, too, dad. See you later.”

He repeated it back to her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and letting her go. 

She crouched down and hugged Jack.

“Bye, little man.”

“Bye, Claire.”

Together, Dean and Cas watched her walk over to the entrance. When she got there, she turned around, noticing they were still looking at her and waving them away. Dean made a gesture with his hand that said something like, Okay, okay, we’re going.

—

“Let’s go home,” Dean said and put the keys in the car. Cas smiled, turning his gaze out the passenger window to look at Claire’s dorm building. He frowned when he noticed the car was on but they weren’t moving. 

“Is something wron—“ he cut himself off when he saw Dean leaning over the steering wheel, crying into his hands. “Oh, Dean.”

He unbuckled the seatbelt and slid over on the bench, wrapping his arms around Dean. 

“Dad?” Jack said from the backseat, “Can I come in the front?”

Cas let go of Dean and reached over to pick him up and help him up into the front seat. Dean didn’t notice at first—too busy crying—but it was hard to miss when about 40 pounds landed in his lap and two small hands pried his hands away from his face. 

“It’s okay, dad,” Jack said, wrapping his arms around him, “I’m still here.”

Dean chuckled wetly, wrapping his arms around him.

“Yeah, you are.” 

Cas smiled at the picture before him but was interrupted out of his daydreaming when his phone started ringing.

“It’s Claire,” he said before answering, “Hey.”

“Can you tell dad to stop crying so you guys can leave?”

Cas looked up, trying to locate her and finding her standing at the entrance of the dorm house. He chuckled. 

“It’s an emotional day,” he said.

She rolled her eyes and hung up, grabbing her bags and walking back to the car. Cas opened the passenger door and got out. 

“It isn’t exactly easy for me either, you know,” she said. Cas could see her eyes glimmer from where the sun was hitting her face. Cas smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

They both turned to Dean as he got out of the car, Jack sitting securely on his waist. The tears had stopped but his eyes were still red-rimmed. 

“You’re soft,” she said to him, but her voice betrayed her, cracking at the second word. 

“You’re soft,” he shot back. He sniffled, “I didn’t start crying until you left, anyway. Your fault for coming back.”

She scoffed but threw her arms around him, Jack getting squished between them. 

“Who knows,” Cas started after Claire and Dean separated, in an attempt to change the subject, “Maybe you’ll even meet some cute girls.”

She chuckled, “Yeah. My number one priority is that I don’t get an annoying roommate. Though, I guess you can’t get worse than someone who listens to classic rock all the time.”

“Hey,” Dean said, “You love classic rock.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“You listen to it all the time!”

“Okay, okay,” Cas interrupted them, “As much as I love listening to you two bicker, you” — he turned to Claire — “need to get yourself registered and set up, and we” — he turned back to Dean and Jack — “need to get going if we wanna make it home for bedtime.”

Dean looked at Claire, almost as if he had already forgotten they were going separate ways. 

“You call if you need anything or anything happens?” he asked, “Even if it's as simple as how you cook noodles, capiche?”

She nodded, “Capiche.”

Dean nodded, seeming to have gotten what he needed. 

“Okay, let’s go.”

Dean walked past him to put Jack back in the backseat. 

“I’ll text you pictures,” Claire said. 

Cas smiled, “Please, do.”

She nodded. 

“Okay, goo— uhm, I mean, see you later.”

He nodded, “See you later.”

She turned and walked away for the second time. When she got to the entrance she threw a glance at them, waving. Dean closed the door to Jack just in time to see it. They waved back and then, she was gone. 

Dean shook his head and hands, “Whew, okay! I’m ready.”

Cas gave him a look, “You’re not driving.”

“What? Of course, I am.”

“Dean, you’re still all blotchy, you’re in no condition to drive.”

Dean wanted to argue but stopped himself when he saw Cas’ face. He can be real stubborn when needed. 

“Fine.”

He held out a hand, “Keys.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath as he handed them over, but Cas paid him no mind, just slipped into the driver's seat. 

—

That night, after Dean was all cried out, and after putting Jack to bed, Cas started crying. Not the sobbing that Dean did, where it was more face contractions and shaking shoulders than actual tears, but the hollow, silent, never-ending tears just streaming down his face. He had been so busy thinking about Claire, then Dean, then Claire again, then Jack, that he never stopped to think about what he was feeling during all of it. Guess he knew now. 

Dean found him like that, half lying on the couch, staring blankly at the turned off tv. 

“Hey,” he said, walking over and sitting down next to him. Cas turned his gaze towards him. 

“I miss her already.”

Dean sighed sadly, “I know, me too.”

He put a hand on Cas’ cheek, wiping away his tears. 

“Wanna do something? To distract ourselves?”

Cas smiled slightly, “Like what?”

“Maybe watch a movie?” he suggested, “I mean, we can lie down and cry together too but that sounds sad.”

Cas laughed, looking away and wiping under his eyes with his sleeves. 

“A movie sounds good.”

“Actually, let’s watch One Tree Hill.”

Cas laughed again, sitting up properly.

“Sure.”

“You love teen dramas,” Dean said. 

“No, honey, that’s you,” Cas argued, “But I love you for it.”

Dean didn’t bother to argue with him on that, just reaching for the remote to turn on the tv. Together they settled on the couch, all wrapped up with each other. Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Cas’ lips. 

“I love you, you know that?”

Cas smiled, closing his eyes and pushing his forehead against Dean’s.

“I know.”

“Good.”

“Now let’s watch some teens fuck shit up.”

“Let’s!”

He pressed play. 

—

About an hour after they put him to bed, a very sleepy Jack came waltzing into the living room, rubbing his eyes.

“What are you doing up?” Dean asked, “Little boys aren’t supposed to be awake at 10 at night.”

“I can’t sleep,” he said, crashing into the couch, dramatically collapsing down on it. 

“Alright, come here, baby.”

Dean made him stand up straight and then picked him up, putting him sideways in Cas’ lap, to which he immediately rested his head against his chest.

“When is Claire coming home?”

“We won’t be seeing Claire in person for a while now, sweetheart,” Dean said, “But we can talk to her on the phone and FaceTime.”

“Now?”

They shared a glance before Cas lifted his shoulder in a shrug. 

“I can text her and ask?” he suggested, which Jack nodded eagerly at.

Hey, are you up? Jack can’t sleep and wants to FaceTime.

Just a minute later his phone lit up with a call. He handed it to Dean, who pressed answer.

“Hi!”

“Hey.”

“Hi, Claire!” Jack shrieked out. 

“Hey, Jack.” She laughed, “What are you guys doing?”

“We were just rewatching One Tree Hill.”

“Of course, you are.”

Dean scowled, “‘Of course, you are’. What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“That you’re predictable.”

He scoffed but before he could say anything else, Cas spoke.

“Have you met your roommate yet?” he asked. 

Claire shook her head, “No, she’s coming tomorrow.”

“Well,” Dean started, “To quote your father from earlier, ‘maybe it’ll be someone cute’.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Claire sighed, tilting her head, “He was referring to literally anyone on campus, not my actual roommate. Besides, not everyone is gonna get the love of their life as their college roommate.”

Dean and Cas shared a look. 

“Well, we didn’t know that right away.”

“I know, I know. You were friends then best friends then boyfriends, I’ve heard this a thousand times.”

Dean put a hand on his chest in exaggerated offence and scoffed, “Well, okay, young girl. No need to get all snappy on your fathers.”

She just smiled. 

Cas looked down at Jack when he realised he hadn’t said anything for a while and saw that he had fallen asleep in his lap. He nudged Dean.

“Here,” Dean said and handed over the phone, “I’ll put him to bed.”

He gently picked Jack up, careful not to spook him so he woke up. 

“How you doing, dad?” Claire asked when it was just the two of them. 

Cas smiled, “I’m okay. Just miss you like crazy.”

“Just pretend I’m sleeping at Alex’s,” she said, trying to be nonchalant, “That’s what she told her moms to think. That she was sleeping at my place.”

Cas chuckled, “I’ll make sure to give Jody and Donna a call tomorrow to make sure you eat your breakfast.”

She smiled, looking down, away from the camera.

“I really miss you too,” she said quietly, sniffing, “Which is stupid, because I saw you guys just a few hours ago.”

“It’s not stupid,” Cas argued, “It’s a big change, it’s only natural to want something to resemble some sort of normalcy in all the chaos.”

She nodded. 

“You’re so wise,” she said teasingly, making light out of her feelings, as she tended to do. 

Cas rolled his eyes. They were both quiet for a moment before Claire spoke up. 

“Well, I got to go. Bed isn’t made yet and I’m really tired.”

Cas nodded, “Okay, sleep tight, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, dad. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She was about to hang up when Cas said, “Wait! Here comes your dad.”

“You leaving already?” Dean asked, sitting down on the couch.

“We’ve been talking for like, 20 minutes.”

“So? I could talk some more.”

“Goodnight, dad.”

She hung up. 

Dean threw his hands in the air, “So much for the tearful goodbye.”

“You already had one of those today.”

Dean pushed him and Cas laughed. 

“Did it go well with Jack?” he asked when they both had calmed down.

“Oh, yeah. Out like a light.”

“Good.”

He smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to Dean’s lips. Dean hummed.

“You wanna crawl into our warm and cozy bed and make out until we fall asleep, Mr. Winchester?” Dean asked, getting up from the couch and holding out his hand. 

Cas took it, “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mr. Novak.”

Dean grinned. 

—

Cas spent the night tossing and turning, and he had all but given up on sleep when the sun started peaking in through the blinds. He turned around and grabbed his phone from his nightstand, opening Candy Crush, planning to play that until Dean woke up. Which he did around 6.30.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he said. 

Cas put the phone away, “Good morning.”

Dean stretched out, throwing his arms up in the air and straightening his legs out, before sagging back down again and sighing. 

“Have you slept at all?”

Cas shook his head. 

Dean held up an arm, “Come here.”

Cas crawled into his arms, pressing his face into his neck. 

“How about I make you some breakfast, hm? We can let Jack sleep a little longer and eat in bed.”

“That sounds lovely, Dean.”

“Then it’s settled,” he said, pulling away so their faces lined up. He leaned forward, morning breath be damned, and kissed him. “What do you feel like having, baby?”

“Pancakes,” he whispered, “Then we can save some batter for Jack.”

Dean chuckled, “You just never think about yourself, do you?”

He shrugged. 

“Pancakes it is.”

—

“Look,” Cas said, showing off his phone. They had just finished eating and Cas was about to start with the dishes when he got a text. 

“Your brother?”

“Mhm.”

Dean looked over his shoulder, humming. On it was a text message, a picture of Gabriel with two girls on his arms.

“Jealous?” Cas asked. 

Dean stepped up closer behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. 

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I got my best boy right here.”

“I’m 43, Dean,” he argued.

“And still as handsome as the day I met you.”

Cas couldn’t stop the smile he got at that.

“Suck up,” he said, no real power behind it.

Dean hummed, pressing his nose into Cas’ neck, right behind his ear. 

“I got all I could ever want or need right here,” he said quietly, just for them. “There’s nothing for me to be jealous about.”

Cas smiled, “Ditto.”

Dean huffed out a laugh. 

“Way to ruin a perfectly good moment.”

Cas turned in his arms. 

“This seem ruined to you?”

He leaned forward, capturing Dean’s lips in a slow and gentle kiss. 

”Hm… maybe not.”

“Maybe not,” he agreed, in a hushed voice.

The kiss evolved, Cas dragging his tongue along Dean’s lower lip, Dean eagerly letting him in.  

“Maybe we can— Mmh, maybe we can fit in a little something before we wake Jack.”

Cas nodded without breaking the kiss. 

—

After their little bedroom activity, Dean jumped into the shower as Cas woke Jack up. He sent him to the bathroom before breakfast and prepared the left over batter in the kitchen. 

“Did you wash your hands?” Cas asked as Jack came into the kitchen. 

He nodded. 

“Let me smell.”

Jack held up his hands for Cas to smell. They smelled like soap. 

“Good. Hop up on the chair and I’ll start the pancakes.”

As the second pancake was in the pan, a freshly showered Dean walked into the kitchen. He ruffled Jack’s hair before walking over to Cas, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Hi,” he said softly. 

“Hello.”

“Hi!” Jack piped up, making them both chuckle. 

“Hi, little man,” Dean said. He walked back to him and wrapped his arms around him tightly, shaking him back and forth. Jack let out a loud laugh. 

“Dad, stop! ‘M eating!”

“You’re eating? No way! Can I have some?”

“No!” he giggled, “It’s my pancakes.”

“Hm, alright, alright.”

Dean grabbed a fork on the table and quickly swiped a piece of Jack’s pancake, more to tease him than him actually wanting the pancake. 

“Dad!” he giggled. “Get your own pancakes!”

Dean laughed. 

“Love you, kid.”

“I love you, too, dad.”

He smiled, “Lucky me.”

—

Claire called as Dean was making a late lunch. He answered and put her on speaker. 

“Hey, sweetie. You’re on speaker.”

“Oh, okay. Hey. What’s up?”

“Just making lunch. What are you up to?”

She sighed, “Unpacking. It’s boring.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I remember.”

He flipped the bread in the pan, listening to Claire’s breathing on the other side of the phone and to Jack’s inconsistent blabbering to his toys in the next room. 

“What time is your roommate coming?” he asked. 

“Two hours,” she mumbled. 

“You nervous?”

“A little.”

“I’m sure she’ll be good. It is a she, right?”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s allowed to have boy/girl combinations.”

“Right.” He laughed, “Ironic.”

She chuckled. 

“Where’s dad?”

“Sleeping.”

“Oh…”

“I can go wake him if you want.”

“Do you think he would mind?”

“Sweetheart, when has he ever minded?”

She chuckled, “True.”

“Just give me a sec.”

“Okay.”

He put the sandwich on the plate and turned off the stove. He grabbed the phone and made his way to their bedroom. Cas was fast asleep on the bed. 

“Cas, sweetheart,” he said quietly, putting a hand on his arm and shaking it a little. 

“Hm?”

“It’s Claire,” he said, holding out his phone, “She wants to talk to you.”

Cas rubbed his eyes before taking the phone, sleepily putting it beside him on the bed. 

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hey, dad.”

Dean left them to talk, going back to the kitchen to eat with Jack. 

—

“What did you wanna talk about?” Cas asked softly.

“Nothing, really. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

Cas smiled. 

They ended up barely talking, just listening to each their breath over the phone. It made Claire feel better. And she knew, as long as she had her family, everything was gonna be okay. Even college. 

THE END. thank you for reading :)

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[envydeanwrites]

For @starcrosseddeancas 's Dreamy Drabble Week

#8: adventure

Dean really should have thought of this before he got neck deep into a relationship with Castiel. Sure, Dean is outdoorsy — he likes being outside and busy and walking through forests — but what Castiel is doing is dragging him to the top of a freaking mountain.

Out of breath and feet aching, Dean is tempted to beg Castiel to stop and let them rest.

"Only a short way to go to the top!" Castiel calls back to him. He doesn't sound like he's even broken a sweat.

"Great!" Dean says with a half-hearted thumbs up.

Dean can feel the weight of the ring in his backpack and decides that he'll find a smaller hill to propose on because he's not doing here with sweat dripping down every part of him.

Castiel, obviously, reaches the summit first, touching the stones at the point. Dean drags himself to it a few moments later and feels relief pour through him.

Dean closes his eyes and misses Castiel getting on one knee. It's only when a nearby hiker pokes him does he realise

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[envydean]

15x20 carry on coda | destiel | 455 words 

Sam aches all over and it’s a blessing if anything that Miracle follows him around. Dean’s room is... painful. The untidiness makes it feel like Dean is still here, is just down the hallway, and not… gone.

His body freezes when the phone rings. it takes him a few moments to realise it’s coming from Dean’s desk drawer. All the phones are labelled, Dean’s other other phone vibrating away. 

He doesn’t recognise the number and he’s not sure if he wants to pick up, but he does. 

“Hello?” 

“Dean?” Cas. 

“It’s... it’s Sam.” 

“Sam.” Castiel’s voice sounds exasperated.

Sam never thought he’d hear Cas’ voice again and tears leak from his eyes. “Dean... he’s... he’s-” 

“When?”

The lump in Sam’s throat gets thicker thinking about it. “A few days ago.” 

Castiel doesn’t say anything.

He has so many questions for Cas, but he doesn’t know where to start. He sits back down on the trunk at the end of Dean’s bed, Miracle’s head on his thigh. 

“I don’t know what to do,” he admits, and the release of those six words feel good in a way Sam hasn’t in days. 

“Go and find Eileen, Sam. I’ll look after Dean until you get here.”

Sam sniffs and the phone goes dead. 

***

Baby is perfect as she always is, as Dean slips behind the wheel. A moment of grief washes over him. Sam’s not here, and neither is Cas. Bobby said time worked differently, but didn’t elaborate. Until then, he drives. 

The roads are unfamiliar, but it’s one long open road. Trees, mountains, lakes and rivers all pass by and the fuel gauge never goes below full. He winds up a mountainside, slow hairpin bends, the roar of Baby and a gentle breeze coming through the window. 

There’s a lookout point ahead and something tells him to stop there. There’s no rush here. 

Baby grumbles to a stop and he cuts off the engine. Stepping out, Dean straightens his jacket and smiles. The view is incredible, in all his years he hasn’t seen anything like it. 

Dean closes his eyes. For a moment back then, he really thought he’d get the chance to grow old with someone, that his hunting life would come to an end eventually leaving him and Sam to really be free. 

“You’re free here.” 

Dean turns at the sound of the voice and stops dead. 

Cas.

“Hello, Dean.” 

“Cas.” Dean’s voice nearly breaks but then he’s striding forward and taking the angel in his arms. “Never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’m here.” Castiel hugs him back, holding him tight. One thing comes to Dean’s mind but he doesn’t want to let go just yet. “I meant it.”

Relief flows through Dean and he holds Cas impossibly tighter. “Thank you.”

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Fallen Cas | 1 May 2021

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Firsts | 6 May 2021

Hurt/Comfort/Whump | 7 May 2021

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Enemies To Lovers | 19 May 2021

Sam Ships It | 20 May 2021

S15 Fix-its | 21 May 2021

Meet Cute | 22 May 2021

Omegaverse | 23 May 2021

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College AU | 25 May 2021

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Slow Burn | 28 May 2021

Wing Fic | 29 May 2021

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BDSM | 31 May 2021

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[redleavesinthewind]

snow and mistletoes

a sort of christmas fic written for the @writersofdestiel winter prompt exchange

The rising sun paints rainbows onto the snow, shimmering in the early morning. It is cold out, freezing, but Dean is sitting on the back porch in nothing but a thin flannel over his t-shirt, coffee steam rising out of the mug he’s clutching in his hand, as he’s watching over the small forest behind the building. It’s cosy in his little bubble, the warmth just reaching the end of the porch. It’s not too much effort, keeping the spell up, not when he’s surrounded by so many witches and it has only been a few days since the Yule celebration.

Dean hears footsteps approaching slowly, heavy on the wooden floor of the porch. He looks up when they stop, a quiet presence right next to him. “Hiya Cas.”

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#i had fun with this i hope you all do to #also thanks again to ethan for betaing this so short notice i wouldn’t know where i’d be without him #one shot #spn #deancas #destiel #rambleoncas #sirlampselot #userpris #creativecaviar #writersofdestiel #elliot writes

[nickelkeep]

Blown Away

Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3189 Warnings: No Major Warnings Written For: kateaintbeehaven’s birthday! On Ao3

Preview:

“Dammit, Cas.” Dean huffed out in frustration as the molten glob of glass on the end of his blowpipe started to solidify. “I don’t want to put this into the crucible again. You said that could weaken it.”

His boyfriend pressed against his back before wrapping his arms around his waist. Cas’ voice was a decadent purr against his ear. “It’s doubtful, but if you’re unsure, scrap this one, and we can use the pieces for something else.” Cas placed his hands on top of Dean’s and maneuvered his hands to start rolling the pipe. “Or, I can teach you that other thing you’ve wanted to learn.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up in interest. “I don’t think you’re talking about stemware, are you, Sweetheart?”

“I mean, if you want me to teach you how to get the stems nice and thin, I can do that. But I have a feeling you want something much, much thicker.” Cas pressed a kiss against his neck, causing Dean to let out a little whimper. “I remember you bragging about being a fast learner.”

“Yeah, when you’re not distracting me!” Dean whined. “I almost failed the beginner’s class, and your brothers won’t let me forget it.”

“You were nowhere near failing, Dean. You were possibly the best student we’ve ever had. Hence why we still let you come and play.” Cas helped guide the pole back into the glory hole. “Let’s get this off of here, Dean. Then I can show you how we make our toys.” Cas stepped back and headed over to a shelf filled with boxes.

“Seriously?” Dean set the pipe in the furnace and let the glass reheat. “I thought we needed the glass?”

Cas dug through one of the boxes before putting back up on the shelf. “We will. But we simplify the process a little bit.” He returned with a glass rod in hand. “We start with a premade shaft.” Dean certainly didn’t miss the emphasis on the word and swallowed. “Pull that back out, Dean.”

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[writersofdestiel]

We hope you’re all having lovely Valentine’s Day! Here are the fics created for our Mystery Box Challenge to make the day (even) sweeter.

rσmαncє ín dєαth....vαllєч by @emblue-sparks

While enroute to Sunny California for a Valentine's getaway, Baby coughs and sputters her way to the only gas station for hundreds of miles. Stuck in Death Valley until some rare parts arrive, Dean and Cas find even in the desert of Death, exists life and a vibrance they never expected. (Rated M, 8.1k)

  It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time by @ncdover1285

When Dean's girlfriend breaks up with him on Valentine's Day, he wants to go somewhere and just drink his sorrows away. That works well until he decides to go skinny dipping in February. Then again that might not have worked out so bad after all, if the good looking veterinarian that pulls him out is anything to go by. (Rated G, 1.3k)

Valentine’s Nightmare by @noxsoulmate

At first, it had been fun, just two college boys trying to snatch free drinks. By the time it became tradition, Cas was in too deep. And by now? By now Cas can’t say no to Dean anymore, no matter how much it pains him, year after year. He would do anything for his best friend – even if it means to join in on this Valentine’s nightmare once again.  (Rated G, 4.8k)

Like a Dream Come Alive by @wolfnprey

This was why Dean didn't do romance. It wasn't in his DNA, all right? Sam's the one who got it and flaunted it with Jess all the time.

No, Dean's the one playing it casual while he panickedly searches the booths of the county fair for the guy that he's considering a future with. All he did was turn away for one second and Cas disappeared.

Or, Dean loses his boyfriend in a maze and comes out with a fiance.  (Rated T, 1.4k)

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Saturday

Summary: After a morning of hard work, Dean gets to relax with the best things: A bubble bath and arms full of Cas. [F14, Sex in a Bathtub prompt from @ltleflrt​​  Thank you!] 

Rated: E | AO3 link | Words: 2941 | Beta: @morrisonmanning​​ | Tags: Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex, Domestic, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, part of ‘Closer to the Heart’ series.

Excerpt:

Dean hummed and readjusted himself against the rest, closing his eyes again.

“Was thinkin’ there were better things to do today when y’got home,” he mumbled.

A pause as Dean heard Cas shift on the floor.

“Don’t fall asleep in the tub,” Cas said in Dean’s ear, amusement lacing his words, “You’ll get pruney and drown.”

Dean huffed a breath of laughter and tilted his head back more, inviting Cas’s mouth to skitter from under his ear down to his neck—or at least the part he could get at from the angle.

“Would you prefer it if I didn’t get pruney before I drowned?” Dean asked, eyes still closed, “Or is that a prerequisite to drowning—getting pruney—”

“You’re rambling.”

“M’tired,” Dean hummed again, taking a deep breath as Cas still worked, slow and entrancing.

“You said you wanted to do better things when I got home—does that involve me watching you sleep all afternoon?”

Dean opened his eyes and lifted his head to turn properly to face Cas, feigning offense.

“Hey, I worked hard—all the frames are up.”

Cas smiled at the indignation and leaned forward to place a quick, gentle kiss on Dean’s mouth.

“Yes you did, and yes they are—thank you.”

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#spn fic #destiel fic #profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #writersofdestiel #bottom cas #mspnfic #rated:e #25003000wordcount #mdeancasfic #mficwriting #do you understand the pure jealousy i had out there that there are folks with dope ass bathtubs and igot the $30 one from Lowes? #anyway #so this is in a different setting than the bunker bc this takes place after they acquire that lil farm house just outside town #'jen why do you keep writing one offs in this post finale universe before you post your rewrite?' #good question! #i don't know! #i'm going to self reblog this throughout the weekend but hopefully not at annoying intervals for y'all #just to catch folks in different timezones since i'm posting late on a friday [well it's late for me] and folks usually aren't on during the #weekend but thE FIC'S TITLE IS CALLED 'SATURDAY' #HOW COULD I NOT HAVE IT UP FOR A SATURDAY #also like i said in a different post i have the patience of a toddler in a curtain store with their mom i can't just wait until monday ajwek #so anyway happy reading i hope i did okay with it! #still trying to get back into the smexy state of mind for these fics and so yes the smut prompt list is still open #i'm going to reblog it shortly #also will be reblogging this within 15 minutes with the tag list so you've been warned!