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motherofdragonflies · 6 months

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THE ELEVATOR GAME: A CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE HORROR FIC

Author: bexgowen / @motherofdragonflies

Artist: @xfancyfranart

Written for: @deancashorrorfest

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 88k Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, Choose Your Own Adventure Style, Psychological Horror, Canon Divergent, Post 15x03, Case Fic Summary:

The game is simple.

Get in an elevator, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.

When his brother goes missing after investigating the death of a teenage girl in a hotel in St. Louis, Dean Winchester is dismayed to discover it involved an internet legend called “the Elevator Game”.

He’s even more dismayed when Castiel—who walked away weeks ago and hasn’t been returning Dean’s calls—shows up, also looking for Sam.

Dean doesn’t want to work with Castiel, and Castiel doesn’t seem thrilled about working with him, either. Can they put their differences aside when they discover that Sam disappeared after playing the Elevator Game? Will Dean and Castiel play the game and travel to the Other World themselves? Will they find Sam before it's too late?

The choice, dear reader, is yours. You are in control of the story.

But choose wisely, for once you play the Elevator Game, things may never be the same again.

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#deancashorrorfest #deancas fan fic #destiel fan fic #destiel fic #choose your own adventure #horror #the elevator game

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 2 months

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i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president)

Chapter 14 is up!

Summary:

Cas wonders if Dick is truly obtuse enough to think his words carried such weight that Cas is going to cut Dean out of the equation right then and there. He supposes, in some manners - that’s exactly what he’s doing, at least when it comes to the formula of their personal relationship. Removing any variable that leads to the possibility of Cas being with Dean as an outcome. Zero-sum game. Crowley is watching Cas with nascent curiosity, for once seeming surprised instead of satisfied with what’s presently unfolding. Cas’ eyes drop back to Dean’s. He looks puzzled, but something shifts slightly in his expression when their gazes connect. It’s only incremental, but Cas swears Dean’s eyes grow just a smidge warmer. That doesn’t matter. They’ll be filled with hate for him soon enough. Cas opens his mouth, prepared to come clean.

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#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #spn fan fic #destiel fan fic #deancas fan fic #fan fic rec #spn creators daily #scribbles #shoelaces #Dean Winchester is a custodian in a fast food restaurant #Castiel is the President of the United States

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eggchef · 16 days

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a commissioned comic for chthon's fic Say When

technically, it's about dean being castiel's server, but imagine that with 10x more mystery and it's also for adults only. but actually im doing it an injustice and you should read the author's tags/summary yourself

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #yeah tjat's right im trying to use the ol foot in the door method with everyone #it's a good fic your honor (not even endorsed msg bcs i was already a FAN before this comm)

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barryroyco · 4 days

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“be the change you wanna see in the world” no. write the fic you want to see in the world

#fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #fandom #i try to do this #but for #hilson #i only wanna read oriley42 #am writing #a fic #tho #destiel #deancas #newtmas #was all i wrote for years

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songliili · 3 months

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Title: your body is the Sistine Chapel

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Teen and Up

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 3,774

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Tattooed Dean Winchester, a journey in dean's life through his tattoos, Growing Up, Canon Related, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canonical Character Death, Loss, Grief/Mourning, No Major Character Death, Light Angst, Tattoos, tattoos as tributes, Soft Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary: When Cas dies, again, Dean decides to add some dotwork around it. Close-knit, almost filling in every blank space around the lines confining the original handprint, and gradually fading as they get away from it. Like the rays of the sun radiating from the handprint itself. At the center of all the black ink, Dean’s skin is now pink and a little paler than the rest of his body, but still there’s freckles decorating his shoulder. Angel kisses, someone says. Dean wonders if Cas really did leave kisses all over his body while he rebuilt him, but he doesn’t dare to ask him. Not yet. OR: what would Dean's tattoos be?

Y'ALL. i had this in my wips forever, i'm so happy it's finally out in the world. i am so so so proud of it and i truly hope you enjoy it!

#songliili writes #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #ff #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 writer #fic writing #tattooed dean #happy birthday dean #happy birthday dean winchester

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rowanspn · 2 months

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Chapter 7 of The Covert Identity, now on AO3......

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tearsofgrace · 6 months

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looking through the cracks

so @fandomstuff67 and i wrote a thing IN PERSON which is v exciting wc: 1.4k tags: angst, hurt/comfort, sammy is a concerned lil bro, dean praying to cas tw: using alcohol to cope

Dean flinched at the sound of the bunker door slamming shut. The words, I think it’s time for me to move on , echoed through his mind. He might have gone too far. Cas left and he didn’t say a word. Maybe he’d lost Cas for good, maybe there was no fixing it this time, maybe he’d fractured his world too far beyond repair. He needed a drink.

The whiskey burned as it made its way down his throat; it was a welcome pain. The heat curled in his stomach and he left the map room, headed to his room for a long night of drowning his pain in alcohol.

He didn’t make it to his room, though. Jack’s door was ajar, the way he’d left it before… well, before. It looked so small, so empty, so untouched, almost as if nobody had ever lived there. He pulled the door shut, his heart aching, as he moved on down the hall towards his room.

Cas had been right. He did still blame him for Mary. He blamed all of them. But mostly he blamed himself. He’d failed her after being the only reason she’d been dragged back in the first place. So he lashed out, got violent, and it didn’t fucking matter anyway. Jack, Cas, Mom, hell, even Rowena, they were all equally gone . He had nothing left. Except Sam. He’d always have Sam, but he’d hoped that he’d always have Cas, too. He thought no matter what they went through that it wouldn’t be enough to break whatever bond it was they had.

He pulled out his phone, instinctively opening his contacts and hovering over Cas’ name. That’s what he did when shit went wrong. He called Cas. He could always call Cas.

keep reading on ao3

#spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #spn fan fiction #destiel fanfic #deancas fic #destiel fic #destiel ficlet #my writing

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trenchcoatimpala · 7 months

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CALLING ALL DESTIEL ARTISTS

Are any of my lovely artists friends taking commissions? I've got a friend (@jcampky) who's looking for someone to draw for their fic.

#their fic is also my fic so please besties #supernatural artists #spn artists #destiel artists #deancas artists #artists #fan art #destiel #spn #supernatural

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ladyrandombox · 9 months

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The 1st chapter of Followyourenergy's new fic, "Love is a Meat Loaf Song" is out!! OH and it's also featuring some of my art (including the banner). 😁 Click the link to check out the fic!

Check it out⤵️: archiveofourown.org/works/49082314…

#fanart #castiel #fan art #cas #supernatural #destiel #deancas #art #dean winchester #castiel winchester #Deanmon #angel #demon #fanfic #fanfiction #new fic #spn #destiel art #my art #LadyRandomBox

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aishitara · 3 months

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motherofdragonflies · 1 year

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A Very Prompty Christmas Day 12: Snow

“It’s going to snow!”

It hadn't taken long for the other hunters to work out that the calendar was predicting Dean's days; that whatever the calendar revealed manifested in one way or another that day, and the level of interest in what was behind each door had increased exponentially. So when door number eleven had opened to reveal a tiny crystal snowflake, the news had brought a smile to everyone's faces.

It had been snowing for days, and the woods behind the Bunker were covered in white. Snow was nothing new. But the fall of snow, the opportunity to stand outside and catch snowflakes on your tongue, that would be new. The snow had been wily so far, falling when their backs were turned and eyes were closed, and the growing banks of snow were the only evidence that it had happened. Witnessing snowfall would be magical.

So when Sam burst into the Bunker and announced it was snowing, all the hunters rugged up and trooped up to the surface to see for themselves.

Dean followed along behind Jack, Miracle at his heels, letting the kid’s excited chatter wash over him. His head throbbed and his body ached from all the eggnog that Dean had inadvisedly drunk yesterday, and his brain was tied up in knots, trying to make sense of the bourbon-and-rum-influenced dream he’d had.

As the hunters exited the Bunker and exclaimed in delight at the light, fluffy flakes of snow floating down around them, Dean thought back on what he remembered of the dream. Most of the details were lost, but the memory of Dream-Dean on his knees, Dream-Cas’ thick cock in his mouth was burned into Dean’s brain.

“Dean!”

Dean jumped slightly, ripped away from his thoughts as Jack appeared in front of him with a wide smile on his face and snow dusting his hair.

“Isn’t it amazing! Watch!”

As Dean watched, Jack tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue, waiting patiently for snowflakes to drift down into his mouth. He must have caught some because he closed his mouth and grinned at Dean.

“That’s awesome, kid,” Dean said.

“Sam’s going to show me how to make a snowman. Do you want to build a snowman?” Jack asked earnestly.

“You go on ahead,” Dean said. “I’ll gonna keep an eye on Miracle.”

“Okay!”

Jack ran off towards Sam, and Dean looked around. Miracle was bouncing around, barking excitedly, happy to be outside, thrilled to have so many people to play with. Most of the older hunters were standing around, hunched against the cold, their faces lit up at the wonder of the falling snow, while some of the younger hunters were making snowballs, no doubt preparing to launch some kind of attack later on.

Left alone, Dean hunched against the cold and let his mind drift back to the dream.

The thing that had destroyed Dean the most about Cas’ confession, his declaration of love seconds before sacrificing himself for Dean, had been that Dean hadn’t been able to return the sentiment. It had taken him a long time—a very long time—to be able to acknowledge that he had feelings for Cas. Looking back, he’d been in denial for so fucking long, convinced that whatever he was feeling was just that fucking profound bond formed by Cas gripping him tight and raising him from perdition. Gratitude. Castiel was an Angel of the Lord and anything beyond that was inappropriate, and certainly couldn't be reciprocated. How could a wavelength of celestial intent that in true form was larger than the Chrysler building feel anything for a mud monkey scratching around in the dirt?

There wasn’t a lightbulb moment, a bolt of lightning that struck Dean from above, a sudden realisation that everything Dean was feeling was love. He just woke up one morning and realised that he loved the weird, dorky little guy. That the ache in his chest when Cas got hurt, the agony when Cas died, that wasn’t friendship or companionship. That was love.

But love isn’t love isn’t love. Dean loved so many people in so many different ways, and he’d told (deluded) himself that his love for Cas was just another variation, the way that his love for his father was different from his love for his brother was different for his love for Charlie. A part of him that must have known, though. The part that immediately added “like family,” and “like a brother,” to any articulation of his feelings for Cas, keeping Cas at arm’s length even as Dean couldn’t stop pulling him closer, stopping the truth from slipping out.

Because Cas had had the right of it, back in that barn in Pontiac all those years ago. Dean didn’t think he deserved anything. He didn’t deserve to be saved, he didn’t deserve good things.

A shriek snapped Dean out of his thoughts for a moment. The younger hunters had started pelting Bobby and the other, older hunters with snowballs, their battle cries immediately drowned out by indignant screams and peals of laughter as Bobby and the others immediately let fly their own attack, having been surreptitiously stockpiling an arsenal in anticipation of the assault. Dean noted that the younger hunters had enthusiasm on their side, but Bobby and Gerald and Bill’s aim was better (and Julie might not have been an expert knitter but holy shit the arm on that woman). When a misdirected snowball crashed into Dean’s chest, he immediately bent to pack a handful of snow into balls of his own, letting one fly in the direction the first snowball had originated from (and grinning at the indignant squawk that let him know his aim had been true) and then spun to launch the second ball straight at the back of Sam’s head.

Within seconds the woods were full of flying snowballs, Sam siding with Bobby, Dean helping the younger hunters, Jack throwing snowballs indiscriminately and Miracle racing back and forth, trying to snatch the flying balls out of the air.

When everyone was soaking wet and a truce was finally called, Sam flopped onto his back on the snow and swooped his arms up and down, opening and closing his legs, showing Jack how to make a snow angel. Once he had accepted that the impression in the snow was not meant to be an accurate representation of celestial beings, the boy had thrown himself down and moved his arms and legs back and forth as well, jumping up to see the snow angel he'd made, grinning with delight at Dean, who gave Jack a fond smile, forcing down the ache that Cas would have loved to have seen Jack having such a good time, being so happy.

Victoria led the tired but happy group back into the Bunker, offering to make hot chocolate for everyone, and in the cheers and exclamations of delight, Dean slipped away, ducking into his bedroom and closing the door.

The sight of his bed brought back the memories of the dream, and Dean shucked his wet clothes, tossing them in the same direction as his stained jeans (and making a note to do a load of laundry) and sank onto the bed, the ache in his head making itself known once more.

The thing about the dream, Dean realised, was that it obliterated any possible explanation that Dean could have mounted for his feelings towards Cas. Friends didn’t usually dream about sucking their friends off. Bros didn’t come in their pants imagining their fellow bros’ cock in their mouth. It hadn’t been disgust that had ripped him from the dream last night, it had been shock, yes, surprise, yes, but thinking back on it, now that Dean had had a chance to sober up, and calm down…he hadn’t not liked it. No, fuck all the double negatives.

He’d liked it.

He’d enjoyed being put on his knees, being ordered around, yes. He’d enjoyed the heavy feel of a cock on his tongue, definitely. But it was the fact that it had been Cas telling him to kneel, Cas ordering him to make him hard, Cas’ hand in his hair and cock in his mouth that made something twist pleasurably inside Dean.

And the kicker? The thing that made Dean curl in on himself, regret burning in his stomach? Dean could have had that. Cas had loved him, inexplicably, despite everything, and if Dean had only pulled his head out of his ass and screwed his courage to the sticking place and used his fucking words earlier, he wouldn’t have had to dream about it, they could have had that, and more. Dean could have been able to touch him, hold him, taste him.

But he hadn’t.

And now the only place he would ever be able to do it would be in his dreams.

With a groan, Dean scrubbed a hand through his hair, sending half-melted flakes of snow flying, and then lay down, reaching up to switch the lamp off and pulling the blankets up over his head. He closed his eyes and willed himself to fall asleep, hoping that tonight's sleep would be dream-free, a tiny part of him, very deep now, wishing that it wouldn't be.

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Come back tomorrow for more snow-related fun with Day 13: Sleigh Rides!

Day One: Advent Calendar

Day Two: Tinsel

Day Three: Ribbon

Day Four: Shopping

Day Five: Ugly Sweater

Day Six: Candy Canes

Day Seven: Christmas Spirit

Day Eight: Mistletoe

Day Nine: Gingerbread

Day Ten: Eggnog

Day Eleven: Naughty or Nice

#spnxmasprompts #destiel #destiel fanfic #deancas fan fic #fix it fic #back to our regularly scheduled angst

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 3 months

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i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president)

Chapter 7 is up!

Summary:

“Yeah, yeah. Call it what you want, amirite?” Charlie shoots him a saucy wink. “Ohhhh you know what, you can take photos of this for the prom!” Dean raises an eyebrow. “Uh, Char? I regret to inform you that we are adults who haven’t attended high school in years…” “Oh please, you of all people who lives on that godforsaken fucking website and you’re not hip to Tumblr prom, of all things?” Charlie puts her hands on her hips. “Um,” Dean says awkwardly. He literally has no idea what she’s talking about and quickly realizes how suspiciously odd that really does seem. “I haven’t been online much lately,” he offers. Charlie peers at him questioningly. “Yes you have,” she retorts. “You have your little green thingie activated. I can seeeeee you!” she drops her pitch on the last sentence to mirror the spooky, haunting sound of a cartoon ghost. “Erhm. Well, I’ve been online but not really - online online.” Dean stumbles over his words, feeling the blood rushing to his ears. He hopes Charlie doesn’t pry further. Being Charlie, she - of course, does.

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#destiel #spn #fan fic rec #destiel fan fic #spn fan fic #deancas fan fic #scribbles #deancas #shoelaces #Dean Winchester is a custodian at a fast food restaurant #Castiel is the President of the United States

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pixiealamode · 6 months

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Hiiiiiii, I wrote the fluffiest little Supernatural AU fanfic! Please gimmie a read if you need a break from reality. It's even completed!

Dean and Emma Winchester are starting to get bored with the daily slog. Maybe the new neighbors below them can make life interesting? Or maybe Dean messes things up before they even start.

#supernatural #spn #alternate universe fan fic #destiel #deancas #fluffy #fluff #domestic au #dad au #Claire is non binary #emma imprints on claire like a baby duck #emma winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #claire novack #castiel #jack kline #neighbors au

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theoneandonlypigeon · 1 year

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guys what’s the name for the trope for when a third party talks to one character who’s CLEARLY in love with another character about that and spurs them on to deal with it, or is jsut a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to about it? i’m in the mood for fics like this rn

#no worries if not ofc #feel like it might just be the platonic “&” tag on ao3?#and then search through?#but if there isn’t a name for this trope #then there damn well should be #bc it is one of my favourites #alternatively if anyone has any buddie/destiel/trobed/etc etc fic recs like this then I would be forever in your debt #thanks!#ao3 #fic #fan fiction #buddie #trobed #destiel #deancas #tropes #help

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spnisthewayoflife · 4 months

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SPNAUBINGO

Title: The Omega's First Heat Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52713244 *Square Filled: First Heat Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Warnings: None Summary:

"Uh, babe..."

The sound of Dean's voice snapped Castiel back to reality, and he sluggishly blinked up at him. Dean's eyes were dark and filled with an intensity that made Castiel's heart skip a beat.

"What's wrong?" Castiel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dean's grip tightened around Castiel's waist, pulling him even closer. "Nothing's wrong," Dean breathed, his lips brushing against Castiel's ear. "But I just... I think yo-you're going into heat."

Word Count: 2414 *Written/Created for @spnaubingo

Tags: Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester, POV Castiel (Supernatural), Mating Cycles/In Heat

#destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #spn #spn fic #spnfandom #spn fanfic #destiel fanfic #fan fiction #read on ao3

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thewinchesterclowncar · 10 months

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Name of Work: The Meliai

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, AU, Greece, Greek Mythology, Meliai (wood nymphs), Creature Castiel, Human Dean WInchester, Oiti National Park, Hopeful Ending

Username(s): @wiseoldowl72

Summary: Dean is taking a well-earned trip after finishing his degree in mechanical engineering. He's hiking in the Oiti National Part when he slips and hits his head on an ash tree. What follows makes him question whether he dreamed it or could it possibly have been real.

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#The Winchester Way #The Clown Car #TWW weekly prompts #TWW writes #TWW art #TWW meta #TWW creates #TWW fanfic friday #TWW fanart friday #fanfic friday #fan fic friday #destiel #deancas #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #greece #greek mythology

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