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Strangers on a Train

Pairing: Destiel Rating: Teen & Up Tags: meet awkward, nurse!Dean, Single Dad Dean, Single Dad Cas, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Subways Word Count: 2,167 Summary: One thing Dean's never been able to get the hang of is putting his daughter's hair in braids. That is until he watches a man on his train to work do just the thing he can't. When said man accuses him of staring, instead of malice, a friendship blooms between the two single parents.

Read on AO3 | written for @spnfluffbingo (2018): single parent au

Dean gets the train every morning to the hospital, it saves him from trying to park his precious Impala in the cramped, underground parking lot. He usually ignores everyone, preferring to put in his headphones and turn up Led Zeppelin.

That is until he spots a dark-haired man get on at the next stop, trailing a blonde-haired child behind him. He sits on a spare seat and Dean can’t help but watch as the child steps in front of him and hands him a hairbrush.

The man brushes through the girl’s hair before splitting it in two and plaiting it with quick efficiency. He sits in stunned silence then, not even hearing his favourite track playing from his iPod. He’s jealous, the most he can do with his own daughter's hair is sweep it up in a ponytail and even then it’s messy and Dean finds her kindergarten teacher has redone it at some point during the day.

***

When Dean goes to pick up his daughter that evening, he notices that her hair has been done up in a better ponytail than she left with that morning and he shakes his head before getting her belted in the Impala.

The drive home is short and he wants to try plaiting his daughter's hair before dinner.

“Emma? Will you come here a moment?” He calls and waits for her in the lounge, her hairbrush and hair ties laid out.

When Emma bounds into the room and spots the hairbrush she eyes them wearily and scowls at them.

"Don't give me that look, I gotta practice sometime!" Dean scolds teasingly. Emma rolls her eyes, which Dean promptly ignores and waits for her to stand in front of him. "I saw another daddy today putting braids in his daughters hair. Thought I'd give it a try." Emma just nods and remains quiet. 

Dean parts Emma's hair into two just as he'd seen the man on the train do. It's wobbly and one side has more hair than the other. The comb catches a knot and Emma huffs her displeasure.

"Sorry." 

"Why can't Miss Bradbury do it?" Emma asks. She starts to turn her head but Dean sets his hands on either side and keeps her facing forward. 

"Because," Dean says as he splits one half in three. "Part of my job is to make sure you're well cared for and that includes doing your hair." 

Emma's head tugs to one side as he tries to remember how the man's hands moved. 

"Miss Bradbury is gentle!" 

Dean tries to not let the words hurt, but it's hard. He battles through it, starting the braid, and it's going well until it isn't. When he ties off the end it looks messier than he's ever seen Emma's hair. He grumbles under his breath and pulls it out much to Emma's disdain. 

"Alright, not happening today. Dinner will be in an hour so go play while I cook."

Emma can't seem to get away quick enough, tearing through the house and up the stairs to her room. 

Dinner is easy enough, spaghetti and meatballs, and it's just as well since his mind is elsewhere through the process. The digital photo frame that sits next to the electric kettle flicks to a picture of Emma sitting on Lydia's lap. Dean remembers taking the photo, it had been the first time Lydia put Emma's hair up. It's tufty like a pineapple top and Emma's cute grin makes her look goofy. 

It's not like Lydia would have been the one to always do Emma's hair, it's not why he doesn't know how. Lydia passed away before even she got a chance to start doing Emma's hair, so they could learn together. 

"Daddy?" 

Dean drops the spoon into the spaghetti sauce and only just refrains from swearing. He turns to find Emma with paper and colouring pencils in her hands. 

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Can I colour at the table? I'll clear up before eating time." 

"Sure," Dean says with a smile and then watches as she clambers into a chair and spreads out her supplies. 

***

The man with the dark hair is on the train again the next morning with the same little girl, repeating the actions of yesterday expertly. 

Dean's jealous, absolutely, but mostly curious and he watches him twist and turn his fingers around fine blonde hair. He tries not to be obvious but it's difficult when the carriage isn't very busy. 

Once he's done it's easier to look away and Dean goes back to his phone and searches up a couple of tutorial videos to entertain him through his last few stops. 

As the train comes to a halt a shadow looms over him and Dean looks up with a jerk. 

"Do you have a problem?" says the man Dean had been watching braid his kid's hair. 

"No?" Dean says back, he's about to get defensive when he puts the pieces together. "Oh no, not… um, was trying to figure out how you get her hair like that. Got a daughter myself and um—"

"Perhaps staring at us on a train isn't the way to learn." His eyes narrow and his voice is quiet and calm. It both scares and sends a thrill through Dean. 

"Sorry. I'm practising but I just don't got the—" he cuts himself off twisting his hands uselessly in the vague motions of hair braiding. 

The doors ping and slide open. 

"Come on, this is our stop," he says to the girl behind him. She's about Emma's age, Dean notices and as he turns, he notices just how neat her braids are. 

The man and his daughter disappear and Dean sits quietly feeling a little uneasy. His day is busy, taking his mind off things, but as soon as he's back on the train home, he feels odd again. 

Picking up Emma from school doesn't make him feel any better when she bounds up to him with high pigtails in her hair. She talks and talks about her school day and Dean makes all the right noises and feels guilty about not really listening. 

She's going through a colouring phase at the moment so Dean joins in, dragging one of Emma's pencils over and sketching out a basic scene. Dean would be lying to himself if the inspiration was based on something other than his travel to work that morning. 

There's a rough outline of a man waving out of a train window and Dean starts to shade in the dark hair before his hand starts to cramp from lack of practice. 

***

Dean's almost afraid to get on the train the next morning but he does because he can't be late and there's no way he's taking his baby all the way into the city. 

He sits on his phone and ignores his surroundings as best he can. The carriage is relatively empty all up until someone sits down next to him. He mentally grumbles about how there are plenty of seats in here, and that it wasn't necessary to sit right next to him. 

He looks up briefly after a moment and finds the man from yesterday looking at him. 

"I hope you don't mind," he says and gestures generally to his seated position. 

Dean struggles for words for a moment before shrugging. "Go ahead." 

"I'm Castiel, by the way. I thought you might want a close up tutorial." 

Dean's heart beats fast for a few moments before settling and feeling grateful for him. 

"Please," Dean says. 

Castiel pulls a comb from his pocket and ushers his daughter to stand in front of him. 

"I'm Dean. Emma, my daughter, just started to want her hair up for school but I'm bad at it. Her teacher redoes it nearly every day. Feels like I just…" 

"It's okay, Dean." Castiel lays a gentle hand on Dean's arm, stopping him from running his mouth in desperation to this poor stranger. "We all have things we're not good at."

"Daddy's not good at cooking." 

"Claire…" Castiel says with exasperation. 

Dean can't help but laugh a little. It's broken the tension a bit. 

"Well that's something I've always been good at," Dean tells them, he doesn't mean to brag, but Lydia used to call him King of the Kitchen so he's kept that title for himself. “Maybe we can trade skills? I can give you one of my fool proof recipes tomorrow, if you like?” 

He hopes he’s not being too forward, but he mostly wants to make up for coming across as creepy the day before. 

But Castiel only brightens a little, a smile forming on his face. “I’d love that.” 

***

Dean learns eagerly from Castiel and finds his braiding better with practice. Even Emma is impressed, though she only shows it with a critical eye in the mirror and no complaint once he’s done. She’s certainly Lydia’s, that’s for sure. 

Castiel, in turn, regales about his new adventures in cooking and though he doesn’t see much of Claire on the train he does hear from Castiel that she thinks their dinners are more exciting. 

Getting the train to work becomes something for Dean to look forward to, this new blooming friendship between himself and another single dad makes things feel easier and that he’s not alone in his struggles. He does wonder at what point he should ask for Castiel’s number… for a maybe playdate for Claire and Emma, but Castiel gets there before Dean managed to fret over it for several days. 

It’s as easy as Castiel asking him, so Dean’s not sure why he built it up in his head that it’s a big deal. They see and talk to each other on the train every day so it’s normal for them to exchange numbers as friends. 

Castiel, it turns out, is an avid texter and emoji user and it makes Dean feel like a dinosaur needing to translate the messages. Even Emma does a better job than him at working out what Castiel is telling him. 

He’s standing outside of Emma’s school at let-out time when he gets another text from Castiel. 

Castiel | 2:48pm | ☕? 

Dean’s not that stupid to not figure out that Castiel is asking him for coffee, but he’s overrun with ideas for what kind of coffee he might be asking for. Just a catch-up, maybe just a way to add to their friendship since they’ve not met outside of their train journeys, what if Castiel is asking him on a date? It would be weird to think it wasn’t a date and turn up to find out that it is. 

“Hi daddy! I made a new friend today!” 

Dean almost has the breath knocked from his lungs at the way Emma launches herself at him. “That’s great, Emma.” 

Emma turns to point out her new friend through the crowd of parents and Dean recognises her as Claire. He frowns for a moment and scourers the crowd for dark hair, eyes landing on Castiel a few moments later as their eyes catch one another. 

It’s hard to keep the smile off his face and he waves to Castiel. He forgets the — maybe-date — text that he’s just received and only remembers about it when Castiel joins them. 

“Hello, Dean.” 

“Hey, Cas. Didn’t know Claire went to this school too.”

“Today’s her first day, I was homeschooling before we moved but ever since I picked up my job in the city, we decided Claire should go to the actual school. Claire’s been excited to start and seems to have found a good friend.”

“Yeah, Emma’s a great kid,” Dean tells him and then finds Emma grinning up at him. “It was great seeing you, Cas. I guess I’ll see you Monday on the train?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Castiel smiles. 

“See ya, Cas. Bye Claire.” Dean turns to leave, giving both of them a quick wave as Emma does the same. 

He’s about three steps away when he hears Castiel’s voice again. “Wait, Dean,” he says.

Dean turns with Emma hanging off his arm and finds Castiel looking a bit sheepish.

“So, um… did you want to go for coffee?”

Dean decides he’s going to play dumb, and not assume it’s a date even though Castiel’s hesitancy seems to suggest that it could be. “Sounds great, I’ve got a pretty quiet weekend coming up if that suits you.” 

“Is it… um.” Dean smiles at Castiel’s apprehensiveness. This is nothing like the man who told him off that first time in the train carriage, but ever since that moment he’s been fond of the softness that Castiel has. “Can it be a date?” 

“I’d really like that,” Dean replies and he can see the worry drop out of Castiel. “We’ll text about it, maybe call each other. See you soon, Cas!” 

With that, Dean walks away with an extra special friend, a date to be decided and a happiness inside him that he hasn’t felt in a long time.

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A short victory - Chapter 8

Summary:

Dean and Castiel were engaged but Cas broke things off. Years later, Dean has everything he wants while Castiel is only he shadow of his previous self. Their path meet again and Dean can enjoy his victory over the one who broke his heart. Well at least he tries...

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New Year’s Eve (au / 1.6k words / parent!destiel)

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Ten years ago, Dean would never have dreamed of being at home on New Year’s Eve. But now? He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

Taking in the sight in front of him, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The TV was playing quietly with the sounds of the DVD menu repeating itself. He could feel the warm weight of a small body relaxed against him.

Looking down he could see the blond wisps of hair on his daughter’s head. The three-year-old had been determined to stay awake until midnight like everyone else but it seemed she’d been defeated by the sleep monster (which surprised absolutely no one).

Dean reached out a careful hand, making sure not to jostle Emma in her slumber, to grab her Frozen blanket from her lap and wrap it around her shoulders.

Another hand reached across to help secure the wrapping. Dean allowed the comforting hand to brush against his and looked up to meet his husband’s eye.

“So much for her wanting to stay awake like a big girl.” Blue eyes lit up with a chuckle.

Dean snorted. “Yeah. Guess she must have crashed out after the second load of candy and Tangled.”

“Though, to be fair,” Castiel said, eying the clock on the wall above the fireplace, “it’s only fifteen minutes until midnight, so she was close.”

“Hm,” Dean agreed. “She’ll have to try for a new record next year.”

Castiel chuckled, a small smile gracing his features. Dean let himself get lost in it for a moment.

He wasn’t usually one to be overly sentimental (he left that to his brother Sammy) but looking at his husband in the dim light of their living room, Dean couldn’t help but be grateful to whoever looked down on them that he got another year with the man.

Dean hadn’t been joking when he thought about how he used to spend his New Years Eve. The Dean before he met Cas was one that he now couldn’t believe ever existed.

His childhood wasn’t the happiest, which resulted in Dean searching for that happiness in other places. As a teenager, and into his twenties, Dean found himself stumbling in and out of bars with an endless stream of black eyes and bed partners.

But then he’d met Cas – who had just graduated from college – and everything changed.

“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asked, softly, bringing Dean back to the moment.

“Just how much I love you.” Dean hummed.

Castiel scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, Mr Sentimental, I think it’s time for bed for you too.”

Dean was ready with a retort about how being a little romantic wasn’t because he was tired, but a yawn fought its way up through his throat instead, rendering his point useless.

Castiel levelled Dean with an arched eyebrow, which Dean knew all too well meant I told you so.

“Okay, fine,” Dean relented. “Let’s head to bed. You tidy up the movie snacks in here and I’ll take Em upstairs. Meet you up there in five?”

His husband nodded in agreement and placed a soft kiss on their daughter’s head as Dean scooped her carefully into his arms – keeping the blanket cocoon firmly in place around her.

Walking through the house to the bottom of the stairs, Dean holds Emma firmly but lovingly in his arms.

She was another addition to his life that he’d never seen coming.

After raising his brother, Dean had sworn off having children of his own. Not that it was Sam’s fault, that kid turned out great, but Dean had had parenthood forced upon him once. There was no way he was going to voluntarily choose it again.

Even his developing relationship with Castiel wasn’t going to change it.

That was until Dean had attended a particularly bad call at work.

He had followed his secret dream of becoming a firefighter once Castiel had managed to needle it out of him (perceptive bastard). To start with, most calls had been pretty average with the occasional major job thrown in.

But this call had been the worst Dean had ever attended.

Some guys had hijacked a lorry and taken it for a joyride, only stopping when they eventually collided with an on-coming car in the other lane.

The sole survivor of the entire wreck was a little baby girl, trapped but ultimately unhurt in the backseat of the car.

It had been Dean’s job to monitor her as the others worked to cut open the car to get to her safely.

In those moments, Dean fell in love with the little girl. Despite the environment surrounding her, she didn’t cry. Instead, she spent the whole time with her tiny fist grasped around Dean’s finger and staring up at him with the biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen – ones that reminded him of Castiel.

Eventually, after safely retrieving her from the wreckage, Dean held her close as he allowed the paramedics check her over. Dean had let out a sigh of relief when they said it didn’t seem that she’d sustained any injuries, but they’d decided to take her to the hospital for a full check up anyway.

Staying with her in the ambulance, Dean kept his firm hold on her as she finally cried from sheer exhaustion. He rocked her gently from side-to-side, cautious that she still hadn’t been given the all-clear.

She soon settled and the paramedic, Jody, who Dean had worked with on a few occasions, made a quip about him being the baby whisperer. Dean just chuckled and looked down at the now sleeping baby and felt himself reconsider his stance on having children of his own.

Upon reaching the hospital, Dean was met by a police officer and some lady who worked for children’s services.

It turned out that the little girl’s parents didn’t have any relatives that were capable of taking her into their care. She was going to be fostered with the intention of being adopted.

Dean’s heart broke for her. He knew what it was like to have a disrupted childhood and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

He reluctantly handed her over to the children’s services lady, his finger feeling cold without the warm, tiny touch of the baby’s hand wrapped around it.

That night, Dean recounted the events of the day to Castiel as they lay in bed together. Into the curve of Castiel’s neck, he whispered the thoughts that had been plaguing him since he’d left the hospital. The admittedly absurd idea, hope, that Dean could keep her himself. Dean couldn’t even look his new husband in the eye, knowing how stupid the idea was.

But, as always, Castiel had been the voice of logic and reason and he’d replied in an equally soft whisper that it wasn’t stupid or absurd and you never know if you don’t try.

And so, it began. The long, almost painful, process of bringing her home with them. It had taken a little while for anyone to actually them seriously but soon they knew that Dean would give anything to give the little girl, whose name turned out to be Emma – the most beautiful name Dean was sure he’d ever heard, the childhood and life she deserved. The one that he never got to have.

It was almost Emma’s first birthday by the time Dean carried her into their home for the first time as their daughter. Castiel immediately framing the adoption certificate and displaying it proudly on the mantel.

Fireworks brought Dean out of his wistful musings. Emma stirred a little in his arms and he realised what the fireworks meant; it was midnight! The new year had begun.

Realising there was something he forgot to do, Dean cradled Emma tightly to his chest and turned on his heel to dash away from the stairs and instead towards the kitchen.

Castiel looked up from the dishes he was putting away with a face filled with confusion.

“Dean? Is everything ok-“ Castiel was cut off by Dean’s lips on his.

“I almost missed our New Years’ kiss.” Dean explained as he pulled away.

Castiel let out a breath of laughter. “We’ve been together for six years; I think it’s okay not to have a New Years’ kiss every year.” He said, moving into Dean’s space, encasing Emma between them.

“Nope! Not happening. Sorry, Cas. You’re stuck with giving me a New Years’ kiss every year for the rest of our lives.” Dean laughed, leaning in to give his husband an over-exaggerated kiss on the cheek.

The movement jostled their sleeping daughter and she blinked awake, rubbing at her eyes. She made a disgruntled noise at being woken up from her otherwise perfect sleep.

“Oh, hello there, sleepyhead!” Castiel grinned down at her.

Emma frowned in response. “I didn’t fall asleep! I stayed awake the whole time!”

Dean chuckled, bouncing his pouting daughter in his arms, “Sure kiddo, whatever you say,” he grinned. “But awake or not, you’re definitely going to sleep now. Say goodnight to Daddy.”

“Night, night, Daddy,” Emma yawned as she waved at Castiel.

“Goodnight, Sweet Pea,” Castiel replied, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head again.

Before Castiel could get too far away, Dean swooped in to place another kiss on his lips.

“I’ll meet you in bed.” Dean winked over Emma’s head.

Castiel shook his head affectionately in response.

They both knew that in all reality they’d be asleep before their heads hit the pillow. Leaving the new year to creep in while they are curled up together.

And Dean wouldn’t have it any other way.

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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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2021 was certainly a year (or was it?). Creatively, for me, not the best (but hey not the worst either)

I published 9 SPN fics, adding up to 40k words. I got to explore a few ships I never tried writing before, which was fun! I also daydreamed fics a lot, does that count? ;)

Here’s the round up of all my fics published in 2021

Shut Up And Ride - gen, dean & benny (background) | 14373 words; T After the whole mess with Benny, Amelia and the mostly-okay-Martin, Dean’s trying to catch up to Sam to make peace with him. It’s just Dean’s luck that on his way, he stumbles upon a case of missing teens. The investigation brings him to the river and to the thing that haunts it.

Cigarette Ash - dean x castiel | 445 words; T Dean’s tone is flat but Cas knows Dean too well. He’s scared. Up until now, Dean could always find a way out of trouble. This time, with every fraction on his tail and having forfeited Cain’s protection, he’s in deep shit and he knows it.

Birthday Party - gen, dean & baby!jack | 1021 words; G Dean prepares a small birthday party for baby Jack.

Scorching Day - dean & baby!jack | 1122 words; G Dean, Cas and Jack get lost in the middle of a heatwave.

No Distance on the Shore - crowley x dean | 5782 words; M Drained by his job and slowly going stir-crazy in the lockdown, Crowley decides to take a road trip to the coast. Among the subtle waves of the distant shore, he has an encounter that might as well be a dream, but it feels so damn good to meet someone you don't have to stay six feet away from, and whose lips aren't hidden behind a mask.

enough - abaddon x bela | 685 words; E Bela and Abaddon aren’t lovers...but they’re something.

Ice Cold - dean x castiel | 2787 words; M The winter camp counselor is an idiot; Dean and Cas end up being responsible for the younger kids, skating on a frozen lake. And the ice is too thin.

Proud Husband - dean x ketch | 2809 words; M Dean has a difficult case to crack. Ketch has his own ways of supporting his husband.

The Flight of a Honey Bee - dean x castiel | 10835 words; T Dean’s a firefighter who nearly dies surrounded by flames. His life is saved by powerful magic in the hands of a local beekeeper, Cas. A very hot and intriguing beekeeper that Dean finds himself drawn to and decides to learn a thing or two about Cas’s world to win his heart.

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Flying Buttons

Summary: When their first morning together is everything Dean ever hoped for. And at the same time so very different from what he expected.

Word Count: 879

Written for the @writersofdestiel​ Weekly Words challenge

When Dean wakes up he finds Cas sitting on the end of the bed.

An instant smile flickers over his features as he notices the angel still being sans any clothes apart from a pair of flimsy boxer shorts which reveal more than they cover up. Cas obviously didn't make any effort whatsoever to get dressed anytime soon and Dean surely doesn't mind the view in the slightest.

He feels warmth spreading in his chest when he recalls the night before, how they finally acted on all those pent-up feelings that's been simmering and broiling between them for years, how they started with a soft kiss on the couch right in the middle of their movie marathon, spurred into action by a series of completely ridiculous discussions about love and romantic relationships due to that horrible rom-com they had been watching, and how that gentle make-out session eventually grew into something passionate and frenzy. Soon enough they stumbled into Dean's room, lost all their clothes and had their utterly wicked ways with each other all night long.

Dean can't help grinning brightly at the memory.

He senses contentment within himself like never before in his life as he watches Cas silently for a while. His tanned skin, the flex of his muscles, his broad shoulders, the look of concentration on his face as he fixes his eyes on whatever he's doing with his hands.

“Whatcha doing there, Cas?” Dean wonders, his words still a little slurred from sleep.

Cas doesn't even flinch by the sudden break of silence, his keen angel senses probably told him about Dean's waking status by the second the hunter drifted into consciousness. Instead he merely smiles and turns a bit so that Dean catches a glimpse of a shirt in his lap and thread and needle as well as a small button in his hands.

“You destroyed my shirt last night,” Cas explains easily. “And I can't very well walk around button-less.”

Dean finds himself smirking at the memory. How he shoved Cas against the wall, more than eager to devour him whole, and eventually, after his hands trembled way too excitedly to work any buttonholes, simply ripped Cas' shirt open like a freaking caveman. In the back of his mind he recalls the sound of buttons dropping to the floor, but at that particular moment he'd been rather busy kissing down Cas' exposed chest and didn't care for anything else.

Dean crawls over to Cas in all his naked glory and presses his lips onto the angel's shoulders.

“I'm sorry,” he lies, not feeling sorry at all for what happened last night. “I'm gonna buy you a new shirt. A better one.”

“Dean –”

“Hundreds of new shirts,” Dean promises with a chuckle. “Because I'm pretty sure I'll destroy them over and over again. And I won't regret a thing.”

A weird expression flashes over Cas' features. “So I can expect this to become a regular event?”

Dean blinks.

Right.

In their haste to be all over each other the night before they didn't even think to stop for a minute there to talk about what all of this means.

It seems they have to make up for this oversight now.

So Dean bends forward and drops a kiss onto Cas' lips, keeping it chaste and soft because he wants to focus on the issue at hand and not get lost in Cas' everything again.

“Well, if you want we can totally turn this into something regular,” he says, aiming for casual even though his heart suddenly races harder than last night. “And not just the sex, I mean, but, I dunno, dates and stuff …”

Cas seems rather amused by Dean's lack of eloquence. “You are truly a romantic, Dean Winchester.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“A romantic and a word smith –”

“Shut up, drop that stupid shirt and come back under the covers!” Dean hisses. “It's getting cold.”

Cas lets his gaze roam up and down Dean's body, seemingly unaffected if it weren't for that slight spark in his eyes. “That's because you're not wearing any clothes, Dean –”

Dean raises his brow challengingly. “You want me to get dressed? Cover all of this up?”

He gestures at his chest and basically any inch of naked skin in Cas' line and sight and feels his heart flutter as the angel's gaze darkens again.

Just like last night before he pushed Dean onto the bed and climbed him like a goddamned tree.

This time time it's no different. He drops the shirt, buttons and anything else like it's the most unimportant things in his life, shoves Dean onto his back in one swift motion and crawls on top of him.

“By the way,” Cas growls as he brushes his fingers over Dean's collarbone, “I want all the sex and dates and stuff as well. For quite a long time, if you don't mind.”

Dean feels dizzy and overwhelmed and like the luckiest bastard on earth as he breathes, “That's okay with me, I guess.”

And it most certainly is.

They might both not be romantic word smiths or anything like that, but they're them and that's the most awesome thing imaginable.

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[imbiowaresbitch]

Roll the Dice

It was a few days past Valentine’s when Dean’s gag gift for Cas arrived. Not entirely meant as a gag gift, though they hardly needed help spicing things up in the bedroom, or any other room in the house for that matter. But as Dean unpacked the erotic dice set and inspected each side, a slow warmth bloomed in his core at some of the suggestions. One white die had an action, the second had a body part, and the third, a red die with white lettering, gave you a place to act out the fantasy. Rolling them across the counter, he grinned as the combination of “Lick my cock on the couch” came up. 

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[lies-unfurl]

10 Considerations Towards a Confession

X. You have always comforted yourself with the thought that in some place and some time, the both of you are happy. There is a world where there was no apocalyptic aspect to your meeting, where you got to learn each other in quiet moments and in careful touches. There is a world where neither of you has ever died. There is a world where you told him you loved him the moment you realized it. There are worlds where he might even say it back.

None of those worlds are yours, and all of those worlds are gone. There are no dreams left here.

IX. Your hand bleeds. It has bled since the moment you first touched him. You have always been happy to bleed for him.

VIII. There’s no time to waste on any emotion as useless as regret, but spare a thought for the others you leave behind—for the son you’ve failed to raise, the brother who has already lost so much. You’ve no goodbye to offer them, no last sentiment to salve their grief. You cannot protect them any more.

Your death will add to the burden he bears, a load no longer shared. Were the last hour not so near to killing, you might indulge in self-loathing: in thinking how typical that is of you, to make his life worse under the guise of good intentions. Perhaps it’s for the best, that you’ve got no chance to dwell on such things.

VII. How righteous he is, how lovely. How lucky are you to have known him.

VI. Nothing awaits you on the other side. Eons of memories erased, moments known to no other angels, to no being left alive except perhaps for God. The songs you heard sung in languages whose existence no linguist has ever even theorized. The long-extinct species you once walked among, who left no trace in the fossil record. The bright colors in the finger paintings from the orphaned child whose brief life you observed, who died days later and left behind no kin. When you are gone, so will they be.

None of those losses will hurt half as much as the knowledge that in a moment all you’ve learned of him—the way his eyes crinkle after his terrible jokes, the weight of his hand on your back, the depths of his love and grief—all that will burn to nothingness along with you.

V. It’s terrible to see how much these simple truths about his character hurt him. You didn’t remind him of them enough when you had the chance. You wasted so many years fighting over a thousand tiny things, spent so little time on honesty.

He will never forget what you say now. Whether he believes it or not is another story entirely. Unfortunately, it will not be a story of which you are part.

IV. You came back from this once before. But you can feel it in your bones, your grace, your burned-up wings, in the taste of a sealed deal upon your lips and in the turning gears and wheels of the universe: there is no return from where you’re going now.

III. How can your heart feel so full even as it crumbles at all the tears on his face? How can you break everything you touch and still feel so whole, still see him whole before you? How can the world end when you’re just beginning?

Nothing has ever been simple for you, not even happiness. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

II. It was always meant to end like this.

I. Last world, last words. Make them matter.

“I love you.

“Goodbye, Dean,”

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[destielfanfic]

Lost and Found, #3

Lost and Found, vol.3 (you can find previous posts here)

Long time since I posted the L&F post, here’s some of my favorite lost fic asks that I knew the answers to. Some asks may contain spoilers for the fic, proceed at your own risk!

When possible, fic links go to posts on our blog, if the fic is not featured on the blog, we link to the hosting site. If you think that some other fic is a better fit, let us know! Gif from the gorgeous gif set by @magnificent-winged-beast​ , original post here, SPN, 15x12. Used with a permission.

Lost and Found fic #1

I'm looking for a canonverse fic where Castiel took on Sam's hell madness, and he had to remove part of his grace to let it heal the madness on its own for a very very long time. So long that Sam and Dean died, and Cas was left alone on earth while he waited for his grace to recover. When it did, he became a full angel again and went to heaven where Dean and Sam (and Sam's TWO soulmates!) were waiting for him. Also Castiel's grace was stored in an ugly, diseased tree. Can you help me find it? 

The Answer: In the Shuffling Madness by araftatsea [T, 45,500, SU, angst] This poignant and poetic fic dives deep in season 7 mental hospital!Cas mind and brings closure to his story. It was a sad day when the author unexpectedly deleted all their fics from AO3. But you can find an ePub linked on our review. 

Lost and Found fic #2

Hi, I’m looking for a fic I read awhile ago on ao3. Dean and Cas go on a sort of couples cruise/couple therapy thing for a case. At one point the main “therapist” makes one of them stand on a diving board over the ocean while the other has a slight panic attack. If you know what fic this is that would be great. Thanks!

The Answer: any port in a storm by mishcollin microcomets [M, 52,700, SU, angst] A fandom classic really. Pretend relationship, true feelings in canon setting.

Lost and Found fic #3

Hi I'm looking for a specific fic it's a fallen cas fic except it wasn't really an angst fic more like just him pining and satisfied with it. Sam knows cas is pining in the fic and wants cas to leave the bunker because he thinks cas can do better if he stopped loving dean and Dean and Sam argue about whether cas should leave. Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Answer: This Isn’t Where We Intended To Be by porcupinegirl [NC-17, 14,000, SU, fluff] Lovely canon verse fic that looks at pining Cas in the bunker from a different, less angsty angle.

  Lost and Found fic, #4

Alright. I've been through what feels like a mountain of fic. I read this fic probably at least 10 years ago. Porn star AU. CAS was doing his first gay scene with Dean. Sam is also a porn star. There is a fever dream Wincest chapter which was... Whatever. Dean eventually reveals his big secret that he used to do BDSM stuff with Alastair but he one day went too far and hurt someone and now he doesn't do it. Help me Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.

The Answer: The Daily Grind by highermagic [NC-17, 87,200, AU, porn] Another fandom classic but for completely different reasons. Posted in 2010 this was the fic to read back in the day when pornstar AUs were all the rage. Warning about that fever dream wincest scene, it was just a weird dream Cas had, nothing more. (PDF link in case the one on the review is broken)

Lost and Found fic, #5

I'm looking for a fic (~10k words) I think was posted on LJ. It's an AU where Cas and Dean grew up as neighbors, Dean was getting into magician's magic (not real), and Cas becomes a cop and Dean's a wanted fugitive. It goes back and forth in time from kids to adults where Cas is searching for him, and Cas shoots Dean and appears to kill him, but Chuck(?) gives him a ring at a cafe, indicating Dean is alive and Cas chases after him and ends up back at the building they lived in as kids

The Answer: Sleight of Hand by melo [T, 14,700, AU, angst] A puzzle box of a fic wrapped up in secrets and lies. Read it. Cry your heart out. Read it again?

Lost and Found fic, #6

Hi, I was wondering if you can help me find a fic. Zachariah (I think) asks Cas to sleep with Dean to gain his trust, Cas does and then actually starts to fall for Dean, Dean thinks it's all consensual.

The Answer: Hesitation by apokteino [NC-17, 24,500, SU, angst, fluff, porn] A look at Cas and Dean relationship in season 4 through intimate relationship gaze. I’d say that apokteino is your author to go to when looking for fics exploring consent and non con, but alas. The author has deleted their AO3 profile, see this post about their deletion. Our review hosts an ePub link of the fic. 

Lost and Found, and Lost Forever

hey! i’ve literally searched everywhere and i think i’m either going crazy or it’s been deleted. sam, cas, and dean go to like a fisherman town where one guy was infected and shot somebody. and then there were these giant red balls on the beach they later find out are eggs from a creature cas killed? cas and dean were already in a relationship and cas touches the eggs and get infected and pours a bunch of fish in the sink lol. i swear i read it a few months ago but now it’s just gone? does anyone have this downloaded or a link?

hey! i'm in the process of adding old fics to my tbr and i came across a rec for "architecture of the minotaur's heart" from back in 2015. the fic has sadly been deleted on ao3 but the original rec of yours referenced a pdf. i was wondering if that was still available and if there's somewhere i can download it. thank you.

The Answer : Bring Up the Deep by beenghosting [NC-17, 22,700, SU] and Architecture of the Minotaur’s Heart by beenghosting [NC-17, 45,000, AU, angst] Unfortunately, destiel writer beenghosting deathbanjo has deleted their AO3 profile and has asked not to share their fics. See this post and relevant links about their deletion. 

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Lost fic asks that we couldn’t answer privately, are added to our Group Ask for our followers to help!

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[destieltropecollection]

I AM AFTER YOUR FICS!

Below is a list of the tropes that will be included in this year’s collection (all voted by you peeps!). The basic rules are below, but you can find all of the guidelines here.

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The same fic several times in several tropes. A single fic is only allowed in one list, so, if it fits in several, pick the best one, or draw straws (up to you).

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Day 1 || Canon Divergent Day 2 || Firsts (first kiss, first love, first time) Day 3 || Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics) Day 4 || Love confessions Day 5 || Bed Sharing/There was only one bed Day 6 || BDSM Day 7 || Hurt/Comfort and Whump Day 8 || Soulmate Day 9 || Trapped Together Day 10 || College AU Day 11 || Two Person Love Triangle Day 12 || Canon Compliant Day 13 || Sam Ships It Day 14 || Enemies to Lovers Day 15 || Fake Dating Day 16 || Misunderstandings/miscommunication Day 17 || Arranged marriage Day 18 || Fluff Day 19 || Post-Canon Day 20 || Drunken Confessions (in vino veritas) Day 21 || Friends to Lovers Day 22 || Case Fic Day 23 || Slow Burn Day 24 || Cuddling Day 25 || Mutual Pining Day 26 || Angst With A Happy Ending Day 27 || Roommates/omg they were roommates Day 28 || S15 Fix-It's Day 29 || Bookstore/Library AU Day 30 || Wing Fic Day 31 || Domestic

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[envydeanwrites]

Bees Knees Plumbing, At Your Service

Pairing: Destiel Rating: Teen & Up Tags: Plumber!Cas, Dean owns a cat, Fluff, meet cute, cats interfering, Orange Cat Word Count: 1,074 Summary:  Dean needs a professional hand in fixing his toilet, he's already had to deal with the hot voice on the phone... and then a very attractive man turns up on his doorstep.

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Don’t think about it, don’t think about it! Dean tells himself as he heads towards the front door. Outside is the plumber he called two days ago about his toilet doing something weird. He’s not such an idiot that he didn’t give it a good go himself, but he was closer to fucking it up further than he was to fixing it. Give him the innards of a crapped-out car any day and he’ll have it sorted in a few hours… plumbing? No chance.

The phone call had been easy enough and would have been easier if the plumber hadn’t had an earth-spinning voice that grumbled and rolled over his ears and all the way through his body. Dean’s almost ashamed that he took care of himself that night to the voice he could remember.

Now, the man is at his door.

Dean opens it to find an instantly attractive man on his doorstep. Oh fuck.

“Hey.”

“Hello, I’m Cas Novak, from Bees Knees Plumbing. You’ve got an issue with your toilet?”

Dean swallows hard and takes a breath. “Yeah, bathroom’s this way. Thanks for this.”

He shows Cas to the bathroom, explaining on the way the things he’d tried in order to fix the problem. It’s just a pesky little leak but Dean’s had enough. He probably rambles on a little too long when he realises he’s telling the guy about how he’s a mechanic.

“Alright, I think I’ve got everything in the truck to sort this out. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Dean watches him leave and stands awkwardly in the hallway. He’s only disturbed from his quickly spiralling thoughts by an insistent meow behind him. Right, Dean’s got a guest so Atticus absolutely needs to get involved. He twirls himself around Dean’s legs before stretching up and looking at Dean expectantly.  

He gives in easily for Atticus, it's hard not to. He's got the cutest face and the most orange sense of self — wanting to be the centre of attention, causing chaos, and being the best cuddle buddy a single guy could ask for.

Cas comes back with a toolbox and a handful of rags, giving Dean a quick nod and another nod to Atticus.

Butterflies jump in Dean's stomach. Why couldn't his plumber have been some crotchety sixty-year-old and not some hot as fuck thirty-something?

Atticus chirps in his arms, wriggling to get down again. "Alright alright, mister demanding." He lands semi-gracefully on his feet and trots off to the bathroom.

Dean sighs and goes after him.

"Oh hello," Cas says with a little surprise as Atticus hops onto the side of the bath. One leg misses the tub and Dean has to stifle his amusement.

"I'm sorry about the cat. He thinks everyone is his best friend," Dean tells him.

Cas flashes him a smile that pretty much melts Dean's insides. "It's okay, I'm used to people's cats." He turns to Atticus and gives him a gentle boop on the nose which Atticus responds with a soft meow.

Dean rolls his eyes, he's got no chance of being the favourite with someone else in the house, so he heads into the living room to keep out of the way. He feels odd sitting there while the guy is doing all the work, but it's not like he can help and he is paying the guy to solve the issue.

He gives him twenty minutes before his own boredom kicks in and goes to see what's going on.

"Mr Smitten you are a born plumber. After this we will get a nice sandwich," Dean hears Cas' say, presumably to Atticus.

Dean bites his lip so he can't laugh and finds Atticus sitting on the toilet seat, batting at the pipe grips in Cas' hand.

"Find the problem?"

"Oh yes, just corrosion at one of the joints. It's further back from where you were looking and I've put everything back properly too. I even renewed the chain in your flush since it wasn't looking too good."

"Oh, thanks," Dean says, leaning against the door jamb. "I trust Atticus was helpful too?"

"Very!"

Dean had heard him talking about a sandwich. It's probably too forward to say he'll make one for him. The man's here for a job, not a date. He should definitely not ask. "I could make you that sandwich you — and Atticus — deserve?" Well, there he goes.

"Sandwich? Oh… um." Cas pats down his pockets.

"It's okay. You're probably busy. It was a stupid suggestion."

"Dean," Cas says and the word halts Dean's thoughts. "The suggestion was just fine. I don't have a lot of time, but I was looking for my notebook. Maybe… you'd take my number? Officially that is, since you already called… to get me here."

Cas is standing up straight, looking a little lost and awkward, but at least that makes two of them.

Dean thrusts his phone towards him and Cas smiles, grateful. He watches Cas enter his number before handing the phone back.

There's Cas' name there at the top with a little bee emoticon next to it. Dean furrows his brow for a moment before remembering Cas' business name and chuckles to himself.

"Thanks," Dean says with a blush to his cheeks.

"You're welcome. Call me, if you get any more issues, or if you want to get dinner sometime."

"Maybe Friday? At seven?"

Cas just smiles again, then bends down to Atticus who has crept back into the room and decided to sit between them.

His tail flicks excitedly as Cas strokes him and gives his head scritches, chirping and meowing when he stands and makes his way to the door.

"Bye, Dean. Bye Atticus. Hope to see you soon."

Cas leaves with a wave and Dean knocks his forehead against the door as he locks it.

That went… nothing like he expected. But apparently, he asked the guy out on a date.

"Huh," Dean muses. He scoops an unsuspecting Atticus off the floor who lets out a funky yowl as Dean hugs him. "I have a date, buddy!"

Atticus doesn't seem overly impressed, squirming to leave Dean's arms and giving him a look before darting off into Dean's bedroom.

"I'm excited for me too, bud." Dean laughs and throws himself on the couch.

He opens his messaging app and finds Cas' name in his contacts.

Dean | 2:38pm | Hey

Cas Novak 🐝| 2:38pm | hello Dean 👋

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[writersofdestiel]

A new event is coming this weekend! The Writers of Destiel server is proud to announce the second Drabble Chain event, open to anyone and everyone! You don’t have to be in the server to participate, as we’re running two chains simultaneously: one in our server, and one here on tumblr.

HOW IT WORKS:

One of the admins will start you off. We’ll post ten prompts below on Friday 16th April.

Then anyone can tap in! Choose one of the prompts, quickly write a drabble, and replace the prompt you chose with one of your own.

Post your drabble and then the updated prompt list below the previous person. Be quick! This is a live challenge and there’s a chance someone might steal the prompt you have your eye on.

You can tap in as many times as you want, just be sure to give everyone else a chance. There'll also be a separate chain in our server if you'd like to join in both places! Link at the bottom of the post!

The chain will end at 11:59 PM GMT on Sunday 18th April.

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We’re opening this to all themes, but please remember to tag appropriately.

Post your drabble and the updated prompt list below a ‘read more’ cut. This could end up a long post, so the only visible text above the cut should be the prompt you chose, relevant warnings, and a line or two of your drabble.

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[msarahv]

A short victory - Chapter 6

Fic summary :

Dean and Castiel were engaged but Cas broke things off. Years later, Dean has everything he wants while Castiel is only he shadow of his previous self. Their path meet again and Dean can enjoy his victory over the one who broke his heart. Well at least he tries...

I'm tentatively optimistic as I got inspired on one of my Destiel wip. I reall hope I get a comment or two and that I get back in the groove. My other WIPs are begging me at this point.

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[dickspeightjrs]

Better Than Regretting (au / 2.5k words / secret relationship / arranged marriage)

ao3 link

“You marrying a woman? Now that’s something I’d like to see,” Dean laughed from where he was stretched out on Castiel’s bed.

Castiel stopped his pacing across the room to glare at Dean. “This isn’t funny, Dean. My family are trying to arrange a marriage that I want no part of.”

Dean’s expression didn’t change and Castiel rolled his eyes. He wished his boyfriend would take things seriously sometimes.

There was no logical reason why Dean and Castiel would even know each other, let alone develop a relationship. And yet, here they were.

Castiel and his family came from old money. The wealthy life was all he ever knew. Though he would never call himself spoiled, Castiel knew he was privileged in more ways than one.

Dean, however, was orphaned at sixteen and was now helping to raise his younger brother, Sam, and send him to college in the fall.

They’d kept their relationship a secret from Castiel’s family from the beginning. Old money meant old traditions and Castiel knew his family wouldn’t approve of his sexuality or his choice of partner.

It worked for them for two years. Until now.

Upon him turning twenty-five, Castiel’s parents decided it was time for him to get married and they’d lined up a nice girl, Daphne, from a family that they knew from the country club. It just so happened that Castiel’s father also wanted to go into business with Daphne’s father. A coincidence that was not lost on Castiel.

“Come on, Cas,” Dean implored, “this is crazy. There’s no way you’re gonna marry this girl. I don’t care how much money her family has.”

Castiel was quiet, a million thoughts racing through his head. He was carefully avoiding Dean’s gaze.

“Wait,” Dean sat up straight on the bed. “You’re not thinking about actually going through with this?”

Castiel looked at Dean’s confused expression and quickly looked away again. “We could still see each other. It wouldn’t be any different to what we’re used to,” he murmured.

Dean stood up to come face to face with Castiel. He forced Castiel to make eye contact and looked into Castiel’s eyes with a pleading gaze.

“Cas, I love you,” Dean whispered. “I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. And I know you love me. You can’t do this.” He reached out a hand to hold Castiel’s.

“But my family.”

“Fuck your family, man.” Dean hissed. “They don’t care about you. If they did, they wouldn’t be doing this.”

“You know I can’t tell them about me, about us.” Castiel begged.

“For fuck’s sake, Cas. I’m not saying you gotta out yourself or tell them about us. I know how dangerous that could be for you.” Dean sighed. “Just stick up for yourself and tell them you want to live your own goddamn life!”

“It’s not that simple! I don’t see why we can’t just carry on as normal. You know I’ll never feel for her what I feel for you.”

“I know that. But to everyone else, everyone you know, she’ll be yours. And I don’t want to be the reason someone cheats on their wife.” Dean shook his head sadly. “That’s what my dad did to my mom, and you know how that ended. That poor girl you’re gonna marry doesn’t deserve that.”

“What are you saying, Dean?” Castiel asked, heart beating hard against his chest.

Dean sighed wearily. “I’m saying either tell your family to go fuck themselves, and come be with me and Sam. Or you stay with them and we end this.”

Castiel didn’t know what to do. He truly loved Dean more than anything. He wouldn’t take back one second of his time with him.

But he didn’t feel strong enough to leave his family. Castiel couldn’t imagine his father’s reaction if he said he wasn’t going to marry Daphne.

Castiel knew something like this would happen. His relationship with Dean was always too good to be true. They were too different. And those differences would always find a way to tear them apart.

Looking into Dean’s eyes as he made the realisation of Castiel’s decision was the most heart-breaking thing Castiel had ever witnessed.

Dean nodded to himself. He tried to avoid Castiel’s gaze but Castiel could see the tears forming in his boyfriend’s eyes.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Dean cleared his throat and looked back to Castiel. He took a deep, steadying breath and walked towards Castiel.

Castiel held his breath and stayed still.

Dean lifted a shaky hand to Castiel’s cheek and wiped away a tear Castiel didn’t realise was there. He looked lovingly into Castiel’s eyes before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

It was the most gut-wrenching kiss of Castiel’s life. It was a goodbye.

When Dean pulled away, he looked one last time into Castiel’s eyes, gave him a sad smile and moved away.

Castiel watched as Dean collected his jacket and keys. He watched as Dean walked out of his bedroom and didn’t look back.

Castiel remained frozen on the spot, tears now flowing freely down his face. He only moved when he could hear the deep rumble of Dean’s car starting up outside and fading into the distance.

Then he was left in silence.

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 Castiel felt sweat drip down his back under his shirt and suit jacket.

He hadn’t wanted to get married in the height of summer, but time had clearly been of the essence. The deal Castiel’s father made with Daphne’s family would only be complete once the wedding was over so Castiel’s father was eager to rush through the marriage. The wedding was set for a Saturday in late July – only two months after the initial engagement.

Which also meant two months since Castiel last saw and spoke to Dean.

He sighed a little in relief when the doors to the church opened, letting in a waft of air that, though wasn’t necessarily cool, was cooler than the oppressive heat of the church. Standing at the altar waiting for the ceremony to start was starting to feel like a lifetime in the sweltering heat. The doors were left wide open, along with the windows, to get an airflow through the building.

People were starting to arrive and take their seats. Castiel couldn’t say he even knew most of them. They all seemed to be associates of his father. Castiel didn’t have many friends and the only friends he did have he made through Dean. He hadn’t seen them for months either. Though, he didn’t blame them for staying with Dean.

He felt a wave of sickness go through him at the thought of Dean. He truly did miss him.

The feeling of a soft hand on his shoulder made him turn. It was his brother, Gabriel, the only person in the church who knew what Castiel was going through.

Soon into the beginning of their relationship, Dean and Castiel had been caught in Castiel’s bed by Gabriel.

Castiel had thought they were alone in the house. His parents had just left for a vacation and Gabriel was meant to be visiting friends. It turned out that those friends cancelled, and Gabriel came back to the house to hang out with his brother.

Castiel had panicked for a minute before Gabriel just laughed and held out a hand to Dean who had shaken it awkwardly, painfully aware of his near nakedness. After a little teasing and promising not to tell anyone, Gabriel had eventually left them alone.

Gabriel gave Castiel a reassuring smile and patted his shoulder. “Hang in there, bro.”

Castiel smiled nervously in response. He couldn’t muster the energy for anything else lest he break down and cry right in front of everyone.

He didn’t want to do this at all. He regretted what happened with Dean ever since it happened. But he knew he had to be loyal to his family. And Dean would never take him back now anyway. Castiel had thrown away any chance of that.

The priest walked up to Castiel. “The bride is here. We’re ready to begin.”

Castiel simply nodded and got into position. They’d rehearsed the wedding countless times so everything ran smoothly. Castiel had felt it a little unnecessary but he wasn’t going to argue with his father.

The music began and Castiel looked at the entrance to see Daphne walk down the aisle. She truly did look beautiful in her dress. Castiel felt another wave of nausea hit him at the thought of dragging her innocently into this mess.

The ceremony soon began. It was quiet around the church as the priest went through his sermon.

Castiel muted the words. Again, he hadn’t been involved much in the content of the ceremony. It all felt fake. Like if God was really looking down on them now, he’d curse Castiel for making a mockery of marriage.

Sweat once again dripped down Castiel’s back. He was sure he might just pass out from the sheer exhaustion of the heat and the thoughts rushing through his head. He hadn’t been right ever since Dean left.  

Zoning out from the sermon completely, Castiel let himself drift to some of his favourite memories with Dean.

The sticky heat on his skin reminded him of last summer with Dean. He’d managed to convince his parents to go to their summer home without him. He’d had three whole months of summer without his parents and spent all that time with Dean.

Castiel remembered the warm smell of Dean’s skin against his own one night after they’d had sex. Dean was laughing at something Castiel had said that Castiel didn’t even intend to be funny. But Castiel never minded. Dean’s laugh was beautiful.

Dean had whispered against Castiel’s ear, as he placed delicate kisses along Castiel’s skin, that spending the summer with Castiel had been more than he could ever dreamed.

Castiel hadn’t understood at the time. He loved spending the summer with Dean too, but all they’d really done was hang out with his brother a little and take long drives in Dean’s Impala.

But now, he got it. It had been the simple things that Dean had treasured most. Castiel would give anything to be back in that car with Dean at his side, singing along to whatever rock album he’d put into the tape deck that day. They’d pull over, after a while, to a deserted area and trade lazy kisses until the sun started to fade in the sky. Then Dean would drive them back, this time with only the sound of the engine to accompany them.

Castiel was sure he could still hear the sweet rumble of the engine.

He blinked back to reality when he realised the priest had stopped talking and was looking past Castiel and frowning.

Castiel knew then that he wasn’t imagining the sound. The Impala could be heard roaring in the distance. And it was getting closer.

Frowning a little in confusion and barely daring to hope, Castiel turned and faced the same way as the priest. Daphne and many of guests also shifted to see what could be causing so much noise.

The frown left Castiel’s face when the shiny bonnet of a sleek black car pulled up onto to curb directly outside the church doors.

Castiel was frozen in place and held his breath as he saw Dean get out of the car and walk around to lean against the side door. He made eye contact with Castiel but otherwise made no move to enter the church.

Castiel could feel eyes start to turn back to him. No one knew of him and Dean but Castiel’s demeanour must have clued them in that Dean was there for him.

In his peripheral vision, Castiel noticed Sam in the backseat of the car. Boxes were piled up next to him.

Then it clicked.

Sam was going to Stanford for college. Dean was taking him and probably not coming back. This was Castiel’s last chance. Dean was giving him one last chance.

Castiel finally unglued his gaze from Dean and turned to Daphne next to him. She just gave him a small reassuring smile. Perhaps Castiel hadn’t given her enough credit when he’d thought she was just a naïve girl.

He turned to look at his brother stood behind him. Gabriel just grinned wildly, slyly, like he may have had something to do with this.

The priest cleared his throat and it spurred Castiel into action.

Regaining eye contact with Dean, he stepped down hesitantly from the platform.

The movement was tracked by Dean whose face went from one of determined nonchalance to one with a slight flicker of hope. It was a change that onlookers might not have noticed. But Castiel did. He knew Dean better than anyone.

It was the smallness of hope in Dean’s eye that made Castiel know he had all the information he’d ever need.

Without a second’s more hesitation, Castiel broke into a run, not looking back. He only kept his eyes on Dean as he saw the man’s face turn into an ever-widening grin.

The intense heat of the Kansas sun hit Castiel as he flew out of the church doors, but it was nothing compared to the sheer strength of the arms that immediately came up to wrap around Castiel’s body.

Castiel put his face into the crook of Dean’s neck, taking in his scent and reassuring himself that this was really happening.

Dean squeezed him again and breathed in Castiel’s scent too.

They were only broken apart by the sound of the window being lowered in the car and Sam’s voice coming out.

“Um, guys? I hate to break up the reunion, but Cas’ dad is coming, and he doesn’t look happy,” he warned.

With wide eyes, both men snapped out of their trance and turned to see Castiel’s father storming his way down the aisle, his face redder than Castiel had ever seen it. Gabriel was making a feeble attempt to calm their father down but the grin on his face betrayed his attempted determination.

Dean and Castiel quickly scrambled to get into the car.

Just as Castiel’s father reached the car and was about to open the passenger door, Dean turned the ignition and they peeled off down the street towards the highway.

Once they were clear of the church, Dean chuckled. “So Cas, how does California sound to you?”

Castiel looked at Dean and knew he was trying to hide his nerves. He reached over to grasp Dean’s hand. Castiel had let go of Dean once before. He was never going to do it again.

“It sounds perfect.”

Dean smiled and brought Castiel’s hand to his lips, not taking his eyes off the road in front of them. “Good.”

Castiel smiled too. But, despite the sure feeling that he’d finally done the right thing, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving Daphne like that. She may not have been that happy with the arrangement either, but he felt bad for leaving her without a word. He thought that, perhaps when they arrived in California, he’d write her a letter explaining everything and hope she’d forgive him.

As if sensing Castiel’s thoughts, Dean gave Castiel’s hand a little squeeze and shot him a cheeky grin.

“Not having second thoughts already?” Dean teased.

“Never,” Castiel shook his head. “I’m glad you crashed the wedding.”

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A/N: Based loosely on the song ‘Crashed the Wedding’ by Busted

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hold me (just for tonight)

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Teen and Up Warnings and Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Asexual Castiel (Supernatural), Cuddling & Snuggling, Meet-Cute, Word Count: 1508

Parties are always fun, and they come with the best tips.

So if Dean has to do some things that normally aren't on the menu, well, like he said, the money is good. And Sam's law school is expensive.

He arrives at the secluded villa about half an hour before the guests, pulls on the tight pair of black pants and the tiny bowtie that make up the entirety of his uniform, and spreads a liberal amount of glittery oil over his abs and biceps. By the time anyone will come close enough to touch him, most of it will have been absorbed, leaving behind only a hint of shimmer.

He spends close to two hours standing at attention by the entrance, safe in the knowledge that the real security is always watching from the shadows, safeguarding the dark sides of the men and women that have enough money to secure an invitation to such events.

When most of the guests have arrived and he's sent inside to join them, he has to squint to make out the figures hiding behind multiple rows of translucent drapes separating the inner yard from the foyer and the garden. On the stages, under the flickering light of fire pits, bodies slide together in a well-choreographed dance meant to seduce and arouse. Judging from the amount of people pairing off to seek some privacy in the back rooms, they're succeeding.

There's a stage that looks a little empty and he heads for that. Time to do some real work. 

It rains champagne and dollars. Hands trace the waist of his pants, fingers cup his ass, and Dean is slightly dizzy. He still has his pants on, but not for long with the way people howl at him from around the stage. 

But first a drink. 

He climbs off the stage sticky with sweat and exhausted and heads for the open bar, when someone catches Dean's hand and gently tags him away from the party.

Dean follows.

The man has dark tousled hair, pink lips and a hint of bright blue around his blown pupils.

"What's your name?" the stranger asks, one hand pulling Dean by the wrist, the other working his own tie loose, looser. His buttons are mostly undone, his shirt untucked, and he sways dangerously.

"Dean. And yours?"

"Castiel." A pause. Blink. A small chuckle. "Cas, it's Cas."

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