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deancaspinefest · 2 months

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all that we intend

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden | Artist: NeverSleepUntilFive

Posting on Tuesday March 26

When Dean Winchester met Castiel Novak in college they were both headed for amazing things: Dean was a rising star in the art world while Cas was a promising medical student. Now, thirteen years and one marriage later, none of those dreams have come true. Cas works twelve hour shifts as a nurse while Dean works as a mechanic, his art supplies wasting away in a dusty room. With his marriage to Cas on rocky ground, Dean starts to feel like he made a mistake all those years ago. A chance encounter and a hasty wish land Dean in another world -- one where his art career is skyrocketing him to fame and fortune... And one where he never married Cas. Now Dean has to make a decision -- whether to go back to Cas and his mundane life, or whether to stay... and lose Cas forever.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Just to the side, off hospital property, a street vendor has set a table up. A very familiar street vendor.

“You,” Dean snarls, almost jogging in his haste to get to the man. The vendor looks up from his phone, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees Dean. Not even Dean’s hand shooting out and grabbing the front of his shirt can dim his superior expression.

Aware of the eyes on him, Dean avoids slamming that smug face into the table, but it’s a struggle. “You,” he repeats, giving the vendor a little shake. “You did this.”

“Afraid you’re going to have to be more specific bucko,” the vendor drawls. “If it was your wife or your sister I knocked up, then honestly, they should be grateful. And even though you are a stud, you’re not really my type, so…”

The last word is elongated into a monstrosity of syllables. Dean’s resolve to not punch the vendor is growing thinner and thinner by the second. His knuckles crack with the strain of holding himself back.

“This,” he finally spits, dragging out the pendant from underneath his shirt. “You gave me this and told me some bullshit story about how it could grant wishes.”

“Hm,” the vendor says, making a big show of pondering. He even taps his chin with the tip of his index finger, the absolute fuckwit. “Doesn’t seem so much like it was bullshit, now does it?”

For just one moment, Dean’s brain is wiped blissfully blank. He doesn’t even have the background noise of static to distract him. There’s just… nothing, but then reality intrudes in the form of someone laying on the horn when the person in front of them lingers for a split-second too long at a green light.

“You’re insane,” he finally says, bringing his brain back online. “There’s no such thing as… As…”

The vendor raises one supremely smug eyebrow. “No? Then explain why your husband just treated you like the annoying kid at a high school reunion.”

Furious, Dean clenches his jaw. He starts and immediately slaughters at least half a dozen sentences. The truth... The awful truth that he can't admit to himself is that there is no rational explanation. Not even his most far-fetched notions explain the phone call, Cas and Meg’s behavior, and the disappearance of his wedding ring.

Nothing except the impossible, that is.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 26)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: dothraki_shieldmaiden #artist: NeverSleepUntilFive #Established Relationship #Artist!Dean #Wishes

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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months

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Warm and soft skin

(You can also find this ficlet below on AO3)

Every once and a while, when Dean comes back from a bad hunt or when Cas is struggling with his brothers and sisters, they do it. Sometimes it’s just because they want to – need to – because they seek for warm, comforting and tender touches. Some other times it’s just about being, being together, being happy and being there for each other.

Today, Dean asks for it. Not for any particular reason, he just wanted to, because it’s been too long since last time in his opinion. So, he approaches Cas in the kitchen. The angel is drying the clean dishes when Dean presses himself against his back, his arms wrapped around him and his face buried into the crook of his neck.

“I need you, Cas.” Dean whispers, his lips brushing at Cas’s soft skin just below his ear. And Cas understands instantly what Dean means. This has been their way to ask for it since the first day it happened. And it occurred so naturally.

Cas puts the plate and the cloth he had in his hands down on the kitchen counter and turns around. Dean lets him, barely moving away and slightly opening his arms, he closes them back around Cas’s waist as soon as he faces him.

The angel kisses his lips softly as he reaches for Dean’s arms surrounding him. He disentangles them and takes Dean’s hand in his. He pulls him out of the kitchen towards Dean’s room. He opens the door and makes sure they both entered fully before closing it behind them.

Cas lets Dean’s hand fall from his, he knows they’ll touch again soon. Plus they need it to fully undress. Dean is naked first since Cas has a lot more layers to get rid of. He slides in the bed under the covers, waiting for Cas. The angel takes off his boxer briefs and drops them on the floor with the rest of their clothes as he walks towards the bed.

He settles next to Dean under the covers. He doesn’t have the time to lie back properly that Dean is already shifting closer. Cas smiles and faces the man beside him. He gets closer too, taking Dean into his arms, feeling the warm of his soft skin against his own.

He also perceives his heartbeat against his chest. He slides one arm under Dean’s head and lets his fingers tangling with his soft little hairs at the back of his neck. He knows Dean love when his nails scrap his scalp so he starts doing it while his other arm goes for Dean’s back. He flexes it to press Dean’s body closer to his. Then his hand travels up and down the strong muscles of Dean’s back. It’s soothing, warm and soft and this is all Dean wanted. His left arm is folded between them with his hand resting flat against Cas’s bare chest, his face buried under his chin, and his right hand on Cas’s hip while his thumb is stroking the soft skin there.

From time to time, Cas kisses his forehead, his hand grabs Dean’s shoulder, and presses him closer tightly, or his other hand strokes Dean's butt cheeks. There is no sexual undertone to their naked cuddles. There never was. Because this is not about that. This is about touch, skin-to-skin contact.

For Dean, it’s especially about feeling Cas there with him after losing him so many times. And for Cas, it’s about being asked and being able to do this, to see Dean this vulnerable. He is even more vulnerable that way than when they have sex. This is pure intimacy, this is one of their ways to show their love to the other. And those tender touches happen whenever one of them needs it. It can last two minutes like it can two hours. The one asking for this is the one who chooses how long he needs to feel the other’s warm and soft skin against his own.

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annmariethrush · 7 months

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Day 5: Portrait

Cas gets his phone stuck in portrait mode and asks Dean for help, leading Dean to see the photo he was trying to look at.

on AO3 or below the cut

“My phone won’t turn sideways.”

Dean raised his eyes from the book he had been staring at for almost an hour now.

“What?” Dean raised his eyebrows at the grumpy angel standing over him.

“Dean, my phone won’t turn sideways.” Cas repeated, glaring at Dean, clearly already frustrated since he had resorted to asking for help.

Dean, partly due to a lack of understanding still, partly in hopes of being a little shit, slowly took the phone from Cas’s hand, turning it to the side so that it now lay horizontal in Cas’s palm.

Cas squinted harder, glaring at Dean like he was considering lethal force. “No, Dean. The screen. The picture on the screen won’t spin so it can be bigger and fill up the screen.”

Dean began to laugh heartily, “Cas, is your phone stuck in portrait mode? Let me see it.”

Shoulders still shaking with laughter, he took the phone from Cas’s hand once more. Turning it on and typing in Cas’s passcode, Dean quickly opened up settings to search for orientation lock. Less than thirty seconds later, Dean had resolved the problem and was about to hand the phone back to Cas when he thought to ask, “Wait, what were you trying to look at?”

Cas reached for his phone without answering, only for it to be snatched away as Dean pulled his hand back. “Nuh uh mister, if you have a tech problem, you gotta show it to the tech solution.”

Dean wiggled his eyebrows and bit his lip in an obnoxious attempt at sexiness. Cas flushed, though clearly not in response to Dean’s stupid antics. “I was trying to look at a picture… it’s quite old, so it’s too grainy when I zoom in so I wanted to see it just a little bigger.”

Dean’s face slipped into curious confusion before he returned his eyes to the phone. Opening up the running apps, he swiped back to photos and found a picture he had not seen in a very long time. It was from the night he took Cas to the strip bar when he thought that his conversation with Raphael might mean certain depth. Dean had taken a quick photo of Cas from across the table while they were waiting for their drinks, partially out of fear that it would be the last time he saw him, and partially because the look on his face had just been so priceless. Dean couldn’t remember sending it to Cas, but angels had their ways.

When Dean thought to look back up at Cas again, wrenching himself from his memories, he found Cas looking sheepish with a blush still lingering on his cheeks. “Didn’t I take this photo?” Was all Dean could get out, though he didn’t think it was what he really wanted to ask.

“Yes,” Cas answered slowly, “it was my last night on earth.”

Dean waited for Cas to continue, but when he didn’t, “Why do you like it so much?” Dean didn’t want it to come out harshly, but he thought it did anyway so he kept going. “I mean, I like it cause I had a great time that night, but I don’t remember you particularly enjoying yourself…”

Cas smiled fondly, seemingly able to see the humor of the situation, even if only in hindsight. “I…” He paused, face contorted as he tried to phrase his thoughts appropriately. “I like seeing myself the way you see me. At the time, I had not yet developed a strong connection to this physical form. I have become more fond of it since then, and being human helped ground me in this shape, but still when I think of myself, it is something more akin to my true form. But I like the reminder that, even then, this is what I looked like to you and this is what you think of when you think of me.”

Cas finished his explanation with a resigned smile, having just laid bare his heart, and waited patiently for Dean’s thoughts to catch up.

After a moment, Dean began, “That’s… That’s not what I think of when I think of you.”

Cas’s face dropped and he quickly started to apologize, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume that you—“

“No no no, that’s not— you’re more than that.” Dean stopped for a moment and licked his lips hesitantly before resolving himself. “When I think about you that’s the face I see, yeah. And the trench coat and suit. But you’re… I can feel your energy, Cas. You’re bigger than that. I can’t see it, but I can feel you in the whole room. Sometimes I can almost swear I bump into your wings when I walk past you. It’s… your true form is there, I can sense it, even if I can’t see it. But mostly when I think about you, it’s not even what you look like at all. Like, yeah, your face is good and your hair and……. Yeah, but you’re just a cool guy to be around. I think a lot more about how funny you are and what a pain in my ass you are and how kind you are and how much I care about you….” Dean trailed off, blushing as he realized how much further he had gone than he meant to.

Cas smiled broadly, “I see… thank you, Dean.”

Dean chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah bud, don’t worry about it. I wish I could take a picture that had all of you in it to show you what I see.”

“It’s okay Dean, I often wish that I could show you exactly what I see when I look at you. Your soul is beautiful, even if you can’t see it.”

With that, Cas turned to leave, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his trench coat, guiding himself out of the room as Dean gripped the back of the chair next to him and tried not to let his eyes get misty. He wondered how he could be so lucky as to have someone who found him beautiful.

#destiel #castiel #suptober23 #day 5 #ambiguous destiel relationship #established relationship #early Cas reference #destiel fic #destiel one shot #destiel ficlet #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #casdean #deancas

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zacharyleigh316 · 7 months

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Pumpkin Eater

Suptober Prompt: Days 2 & 3 - Pumpkin Patch, Inspired | Pumpkin Eater | 1.4K | M | Read on Ao3 (or below cut)

It's no news that Sam Winchester hates Halloween, so when a hunt leaves them caked in wet, stringy squash guts, whilst standing in the remains of what used to be a glorious patch of pumpkins, he's reasonably upset. So what if Dean feels a little inspired to egg him on? Maybe he shouldn't make it so easy…

“I really hate Halloween…” Sam groaned, faced scrunched up in disgust as he painstakingly peeled pumpkin guts off of himself.

He took a whiff of his flannel, soiled and freshly wet, and gagged, before sliding the garment off his shoulders.

“What,” Dean grinned, similarly covered, but not as moody as his little brother, “bathing in the insides of the great pumpkin king not your kind of party?”

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. “Funny, Dean.”

“I dunno, I think we have enough left of this guy to make a couple of pies. What do you think, Cas?”

Cas narrowed his eyes, glancing around the pumpkin patch they desecrated for their hunt, which had only concluded moments ago, and was, ultimately, the reason they all decided to .

The monster they had been fighting, go figure, was ‘haunting’ the victim’s farm, and bringing the resident jack-o-lanterns to life–as if puppets weren’t already terrifying without being hordes of man eating gourds–which in turn terrorized the locals, making this your run of the mill Halloween Town–yes, Dean made that joke, no, nobody thought it was funny (except him, of course).

Just as Dean had the pleasure of putting the band Smashing Pumpkins to shame, by doing just that; except these were angry, possessed pumpkins, who, much to Dean’s chagrin, could care less about the music scene.

“Maybe take some of the seeds home, roast ‘em.” He suggested with an easy smile.

“I don’t think it’s wise to use these pumpkins for baking, Dean.” Cas replied, regarding Dean curiously.

Dean opened his mouth to retort, but Sam cut off the reply.

“If I hear someone say the word pumpkin, or anything related to what just happened here, again, I swear to god I will end you.”

“You just said it though.”

Sam snapped a glare over at his brother, before storming off with a muttered, “I’ll go tell the owners the place is safe now,” leaving Dean and Cas standing in the field littered with the corpses of pumpkins.

“Well isn’t he just awfully cheery today,” Dean said sarcastically with a snort, watching his brother leave.

Once Sam was out of sight, he turned back to the carnage, and shook his head, letting out a disappointed sigh. “Damn, if only we didn’t smash all of them though. Could’ve taken a couple pumpkins home with us. Jack would’ve loved to carve them.”

Cas smiled and walked over to Dean, reaching up to pick some guts and seeds from his hair. “That would be nice, yes. How very thoughtful of you, Dean.”

Dean chuckled, brushing some chunks off the angel’s trench coat. “Naw, just thinking about what Sammy and I used to do, y’know, when it was just the two of us slumming it in motels, waiting for dad to come back.”

“Sam seems to have a very strong hatred for Halloween…”

Dean rolled his eyes, wiping off his machete with the bottom of his shirt. “He didn’t always. He used to love it. We even went trick-or-treating around the motel rooms. Dad woulda killed us, but it was worth the smile on that kid’s face. Guess I was inspired.”

“Well, I think you’re right, Dean. Jack would love to do all that, regardless of Sam’s opinion. And maybe not from this one, but I’m sure we can find another pumpkin patch, perhaps closer to the bunker, and take them there instead.”

Cas looked around once more at the sad, smattered remains of this pumpkin patch, and let out a sigh himself. “Though hopefully we don’t have to destroy that one too.”

“I might not share the same reservations as Sam, Cas, but if we had to go through this again, I think I’d start hating Halloween too.”

The two of them started walking back, side by side along the path, Dean grimacing at the squelching of pumpkin beneath their boots.

“It really is a friggin shame that all the pumpkins ended up being collateral damage.”

Castiel hummed, frowning down at the aftermath, at what had become of the poor man’s farm.

“But it’s monster free now, so.” Dean shrugged, and Cas turned his attention toward the hunter, the small smile returning to his face.

“And that he, and the townspeople, are now safe.”

Dean beamed back at Castiel, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “Yeah, ‘course, Cas. That too.”

When they made their way back to the farmhouse, Sam was waiting for them out front, standing on the porch with his arms crossed, looking ever the soggy sourpuss, the bitchface still prominent on his face.

“Hope you didn’t talk to the guy lookin’ like that Sammy, like someone pissed in your wheaties.”

“Whatever, Dean. I just want to get home and take a shower. It’s going to take forever to get this stuff out, let alone the smell.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t want to smell like a yankee candle? Not a pumpkin spice bitch, Sammy?” Dean smirked, his cocky expression only growing at the umpteenth glare Sam sent him that afternoon, and the—albeit gentle—nudge to his shoulder Cas gave from beside him, which was meant to be chastising.

“I hate you.” His brother muttered, fleeing into the impala.

Dean laughed, turning to Cas with a wink. The angel only rolled his eyes.

“You shouldn’t tease him so much.”

“Aw, come on man, ‘m only having a little fun!”

“Yes, well, now he’s pissed off at you whilst in the car covered in pumpkin, getting it all over the upholstery.” Castiel said pointedly, looking smug now, especially as the color drained from Dean’s face and his laughter stopped.

“Fuckin’ hell Sammy, I’ll kill you if you do anything to Baby!” Dean snapped, hurrying after his brother.

Cas chuckled and followed closely after, at his own measly pace. When he got to the impala, the Winchester brothers were arguing, as they do. He slipped into the backseat, quietly amused by their antics, though, technically, this time he was at fault, having instigated it…but that was not of import.

“We’re all covered in it Dean! What do you want me to do, sit on the roof?”

Sam’s nostrils flared at his brother’s contemplative look, “Dean, I’m not doing that!”

“Well-“

“No, Dean-“

“You suggested-“

“I said no, Dean!”

“And I’m just saying-“

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Dean threw his hands up placatingly, and turned the impala on, grinning as she purred to life.

“Just don’t rub it in. All the gunk.” He said as an afterthought, earning a huff from Sam.

He wasn’t going to stop being in a pissy mood anytime soon, not that Dean was really helping matters either.

“We should probably shower too, Dean, after Sam does. It does get rather unpleasant after a while.”

Dean met Cas’ eyes in the rearview mirror and smirked. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Cas looked back with a fond smile, only interrupted by Sam’s groan.

“At least wait until I’m gone, please.”

“What, are you homophobic now too, Sammy? Along with being allergic to anything Halloween?” Dean’s tone was teasing, and it got the desired reaction out of Sam.

Was he purposely poking the bear as much as he could? Absolutely hell yes, he was, and loving every minute of it. Sam was his baby brother after all; he made it easy.

“Ugh, dude, our entire lives are Halloween. It’s Halloween everyday for us. Pardon me if I’m a little sick of it by now.”

Sam shook his head. “And I can’t decide if the unresolved sexual tension was worse, or the resolved sexual tension is, seeing as I’ve had to witness, and experience, both firsthand!”

“Don’t hate the player, Samantha.” Dean joked, and Sam grimaced.

“We all know what ‘showering’ really means to you, Dean. Walking in on you is literally the worst. Talk about a jump scare.”

Dean laughed. “Just getting in the spirit, right Cas?”

“It appears we’re only aiding in Sam’s distaste of Halloween, though, Sam, I assure you, we don’t only have sex during the spooky season.”

“Yeah, hear that Sam? We ‘don’t only have sex during the spooky season’.” Dean parroted, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Sam groaned again, and buried his red face in his hands. “I take it all back. I’d rather be back in the pumpkin patch fighting an army of squash than having this conversation.”

Dean grinned. “Happy Halloween.”

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marcskywalker · 1 year

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no hold up listen. so my crazy destiel (canonverse) au is this

Instead of shanking it up with Anna, Dean decided to do something about the raging hard crush he has on his lil personal angel and makes a move.

Why the hell not? Cas will turn me down and still be unbothered if he's not interested. And if he is interested......

Dean has never been a believer. Never had faith. Never thought there was a God watching over him. Never thought there was anything virtuous in the world they lived.

But then Castiel. Cas. Angel of the Lord, Castiel. Cradled his face and pressed their lips together; Dean was on his knees in prayer, in confession.

Forgive me for never believing.

For all that he found Cas to be absurd and strange and unfamiliar with human customs, Cas knew about love. About making love and making him feel loved.

Cas would moan his name as he pressed into Dean. Would be so gentle, Dean wondered if it was even real. Would be fast and rough enough to ground Dean into reality.

Cas would hold him and lay kisses on every expanse of skin he found. Every gentle touch Dean was ever denied, Cas would give it to him.

The dream comes crashing down.

It always fucking does.

"I would give anything to not to have you do this."

Sincere, his sweet Cas. But never his was he.

Cas belonged to heaven. Puny humans will never account to anything.

But even knowing that, when Alistair has his nails digging into his throat, he prays with blood filled mouth.

Forgive me. Please, Cas. Save me.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #dean winchester #destiel au #castiel #on the head of the pin has a special place in my heart #I love canonverse fics that have established destiel in from early seasons #or at least in this au #dean and cas remain fwb #with mutual pining #but both assuming its unrequited #and going through more or less the same things as canon

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johnlockifconvenient · 10 months

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One member of the OTP uses every pet name under the sun and the other only uses the other’s name, but makes it sound like a prayer. Sorry, I don’t make the rules

#it is a well established fact that John calls Sherlock love sweetheart darling honey etc #and Sherlock says John in a way that makes stones weep #johnlock #I’ll also get in a fist fight with anyone who doesn’t think Dean calls Cas baby #destiel

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quietwingsinthesky · 6 months

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the thing that does suck about potential supernatural s16 is that their two options are 1) do destiel (which will be bad) or 2) don’t do destiel and get massacred for homophobia crimes.

#and i mean ‘will be bad’ in both the sense of it will be unenjoyable for me personally but also that there’s literally no good way for them #to write themselves out of this pit in a way the majority of destiel fans will be satisfied with unless they just. ignore like 90% of the #stuff established about these characters on the show.#which is to say that there’s a secret third option where they do destiel consistent with how dean and cas actually are in the show and its #amazing and miserable as fuck and they destroy each other and make each other worse. but that’s the option that will make the reactions to #the endings of good omens s2 and to izzy hands being killed look like adorable tantrums #destiel is a bomb and they have been poking its wires for engagement too long and now its going to explode for real and kill something.

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fivefeetfangirl · 9 months

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i feel like epilogues are always tricky but at ease really hit all the buttons. the subtle hint to deans alcoholism, cas' suicide attempt. how a conversation can suddenly take a wrong turn, but you have people around you who love you and they will help you through it. how love can be so scary in the beginning but now its a comfortable touch you lean into. and while things could be so much better, you at least have the man you love beside you, holding your mother's wedding ring, while your family sleeps in the other room, all full and content with the life you all have created

#im so emotional about the ending. the wedding ring. dean and cas showing affection in front of jess mary and sam. the picture from brunssum.#cas' picture from his high school senior year. cas wanting to middle part dean's hair. the i dont dance to dancing with your niece on #christmas while your boyfriend watches. talking about getting married. im just sobbing at everything in this part #91w #91w spoilers #i still feel emotional tubulence lol because of finishing it and everything and im just glad i finished it a week before uni cause if i had #to start uni right after finishing. bro i would die skdjfksdjf #anyways <3 if people wanna discuss certain aspects of the fic or motifs or symbols or such i'd love too!! cause im a nerd. which is already #established lol. feel free to send an ask or dm or anything. or reblog. yeah. anything <3 #cw suicide attempt #cw alcohol

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redneckangelsdrinkmoonshine · 8 months

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I got drunk yesterday and apparently I have started another fic without even remembering

Anyone wanna read a ficlet about Dean who cheats on Cas with Benny, Cas packs his bags and goes on a journey towards self-discovery?

#benny and dean #dean cheats on cas w benny #cas is human #established deancas #ficlet #supernatural #destiel ficlet

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deancaspinefest · 2 months

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Something Happening Somewhen

Author: allthismusic | Artist: eggchef

Posting on Wednesday March 27

Dean is 24 years old, and a quiet night at a California dive bar turns into a near death experience turns into a trip through time thanks to the stranger he meets in the bar. When he lands in the bunker twenty years into his future, he finds out who the stranger is — and what his relationship is to Dean’s own older self. Dean’s not sure what he thinks about this at first, but when Cas takes him back to his own time (accompanied by the older Dean, who is determined to make sure that nothing they do in the past screws up their lives in the future), he gets to know the angel, and he gets a glimpse at a future he never would’ve dreamed that he might be able to have.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

In the cool evening air, Dean looks around. He’d left the Impala back parked at the dingy motel where he’d rented a room, but he’s not quite ready to call it a night. He opens his remaining beer and looks down the street to see if there’s another bar nearby that might be worth checking out, but before he can make a decision he hears the door to the bar he has just left open behind him. And he knows, he just /knows/, that it isn’t some other random patron headed home.

“What the hell is this, huh?” Dean asks, “Something about ‘not interested’ you’re not getting?”

And then the guy says his name.

“Dean,” the man begins, and Dean gets it.

“Oh, lemme guess, my dad tell you to check up on me?” Dean asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just begins to walk, knowing the man will follow. He’s a hunter, obviously. Explains the build, and the suit that is only meant to pass muster at a brief glance, like the fake police badge or FBI creds the guy probably carries. Dean should’ve clocked him from the start.

And for some reason John had thought that Dean needed checking up on. That he couldn’t be trusted to go it alone, nevermind the fact that he had finished the hunt his dad had sent him on two whole days ago and had yet to receive any new case coordinates from John.

To Dean’s surprise, he hears a laugh behind him. He stops, and now he does turn to face the guy again.

“No,” the man says. “I’ve lost count of how often I’ve been told I’m bad at following orders, but even if that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t follow your father’s.”

“Oh yeah? Then how do you know my name?” Dean demands.

“You left your wallet on the bar,” the man replies, holding it up. It’s definitely Dean’s: worn black leather, secondhand from his dad, containing a meager number of bills and at least three fake IDs tucked behind a real one— well, real first name, although it gives his surname as Campbell, just in case.

“Oh,” Dean says, wondering for the second time that night if he has misjudged this guy’s intentions. Maybe he’s just a normal businessman trying to do a good deed for the day and return a lost wallet, despite the wallet’s owner being an absolute weird freak toward him. “Thanks.”

The man offers the wallet out to him, almost gently, like he’s proffering a bit of food to a scared, stray dog, and Dean steps forward to take it. “It’s your birthday,” he says, and before Dean can ask, the man explains, “I saw it on your ID. On one of them, anyway.” Dean nods. “Happy birthday,” the guy says. “I should’ve bought you a beer.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday March 27)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: allthismusic #artist: eggchef #Pre/Post-Series Time Travel Fic #Established Relationship (and non-Established Relationship)

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youchangedmedestiel · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 1,092

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Mentioned Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester - Relationship

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Mentioned Eileen Leahy - Character, mentioned Sam Winchester - Character

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Human Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Fluff, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Neck Kissing, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester

Summary:

After defeating Chuck, Sam and Eileen are together and Cas and Dean too. They all keep hunting while switching teams. Sam and Eileen are out of the bunker on a witch hunt, while Cas and Dean rests lazily in their bed to recover from their previous werewolf case.

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this-is-a-nice-show · 5 months

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What I love about destiel is that it is both simultaneously cannon and not cannon. It's not cannon because y'know...it wasn't reciprocated. But it is cannon because in my heart I know that Dean loves Castiel.

#Dean: I love Cas like a brother #Me: This is true love #For some reason this show really doesn't like queer people #I say people but iirc there were two cannonically (Including Cas)#I mean they killed off Charlie (a lesbian btw) twice #In an extremely violent way #I feel like I should include Dean because not even reading into it too much...like he's a bisexual man #The CW is too cowardly to come out and say it #There's an episode where Charlie has to flirt with a man but she isn't able to do it #Not because she doesn't try her best (this was a very necessary step to defeating some sort of monster)#But because he is a Very Masculine Manly Man #So Dean tells her word for word what to say and what to do #So we've established that (according to the rules of supernatural which is not super accurate to real life)#1. Lesbians are incapable of flirting with men (and are NEVER attracted to men)#2. Dean can flirt with men #So therefore if someone can flirt with men...they are attracted to men #Bam. Dean is bisexual #Y'know in good omens when Multiple Characters called Aziraphale and Crowley gay #And this was cited as one of the reasons they were/are queer?#That happened to Dean many times #Someone: You look gay .#Dean (to Sam): Why do they say I look gay?#Sam: Because you look gay. (wtf do you mean 'why do they say I look gay?' look in a mirror. dumbass)#I didn't even have internet when I was watching this show (got the dvds from the library).#And I was so convinced that he was bi (and still am tbh) even without analysis videos or posts.#Me: A bisexual character in my fantasy media?#Captain Jack Harkness: It's more likely than you think.#destiel #supernatural #my post

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justbeingsasita · 2 years

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The late night equation to Mars

Suptober2022 - Day 2 (Pillow Talk) + Kinktober - Day 2 (Floor Sex)

Raiting: General Audience

Genre: Fluff, late night rumblings, snuggle

The pitter-patter of the rain ticking on the skylight was filling the air of the bedroom with its cozy, melancholy feeling of a new, imminent fall.

A new year, a new season, a new streak of gray in Dean's hair.

With his head rested comfortably on Castiel's chest, fingers casually roaming up and down the angel's arm under the blanket, the ex hunter sighed. Castiel turned his face to glance at him from above, his eyes reaching just the top of the man's head.

«What's the saying? A penny for your thoughts?» He asked, quietly, voice barely a whisper.

Dean's smile tickled the angel's skin as his lips curled at the edges. «Yeah, babe,» he answered, raising his head just a little to meet the angel's eyes. «Dunno, wasn't really thinking.»

Feather-light fingertips tangled in the strands of hair on the back of Dean's neck, sending chills all over his naked body.

«Something is bothering you?» Castiel asked, a breath on Dean's forehead.

Dean smiled again, a little glow warming up his green eyes. The dim light of the rainy sky turning his freckles into a constellation.

«Not at all,» the man said, shifting his position to put his head on his pillow to face Castiel. «It's just...»

The angel turned to rest on a side, sliding an arm under his pillow and using the other hand to flatten the soft fabric in front of his eyes to look at Dean.

«You can tell me everything, you know it, right?»

Dean nodded, rolled on his side and tangled his legs with Cas' under the blanket.

The ticking of the rain muffled, then a lightning brightened the room for a second, followed by a rumbling thunder.

When it started again, the rain's sound was almost deafening on the ceiling.

The next words from Dean came unexpected to the angel's ears. «What if I was on Mars?»

Castiel raised a brow, contemplating the question for a few seconds. «Is this a reference?»

Dean shook his head, a dead serious expression written on his face. «No, for real, what would happen?»

The angel tilted his head in response. «You'd died.»

«Why?»

Castiel laughed a bit at the weird question. «There's no oxygen on Mars, Dean, and you're human... that means that normally breathing is required in order to survive.»

The man shrugged and raised a hand in the air, to the skylight covered in little rain rivers, pointing to a black area in the cloudy night sky.

«Yeah, but what if-- What if I could simply... not breathe?»

The angel followed Dean's raised arm with his eyes, gaze lingering on his slender fingers, tracing paths with the freckles on the back of his hand. «What do you want to know?»

«What if I got lost. What if I was on Mars alone... what if I ended up there because of... dunno, a cosmic bomb of yours or something. What would you do?»

Castiel laughed again, raised his hand to hold Dean's, fingers dancing in the air.

Another lightning filled the room with its cold, glowing light.

«I'd come to rescue you, of course.»

Dean flicked him a glance, a tiny smile rippling the skin around his eyes. «You'd be my Prince Charming?»

«Are you Cinderella?»

«Maybe... or I could be Kirk and you'd be Spock.»

Castiel sighed. «We can be whatever and whoever you like.»

«But how? How would you rescue me?»

«I'd fly to Mars, find you and take you back to Earth...»

«What if you couldn't breath?»

The angel shook his head, holding Dean's hand in his and taking it to his chest. The man's palm rested on his sternum, fingers opening on his skin.

«I'm an angel, Dean, I don't need to breathe.»

«Yes, right, okay, I know that, Hermione! But what if you actually needed to breathe?»

«I'd hold my breath and come to rescue you anyway.»

Dean brows lowered on his eyes. «You'd die!»

«Not if I'd determine the right equation to get to Mars in the exact amount of time I'd be able to hold my breath...»

The man shook his head. «You'd die!»

«Even if it was the case, it wouldn't be the first time,» the angel laughed, «I'll find a way to come back. Or, better, you'll find a way to take me back...»

Dean meditated on it, then curled up to snuggle next to Cas, arms reaching under the sheets as he moved his face a bit closer to the angel's pillow. «But we promised 'till death do us part', does that mean we should get married again in that case?»

«I don't know... maybe? I guess it'd be up to us.»

«Huh,» Dean pursed his lips with a very focused expression. «That means that we could have our wedding night again?»

Castiel took a deep breath, rolled his hips to meet Dean's. «What's on your mind, Dean?»

A thunder exploded in the sky, and the window's glass trembled. «What if the bed was lava?»

The sudden outburst of laughter that came from the angel's throat made Dean laugh himself.

Ten years. Ten, incredible, unbelievable, unforgettable years had passed since their wedding night. Time really flies, the man thought. And he could feel it in his bones and see it on his hair. Castiel, on the other hand, since he had come back from the Empty and regained his powers thanks to Jack, hadn't aged a day. He was as beautiful as the night they parted; but now neither of them were scared of happiness. Each of Castiel's laugh was a balm to Dean's still healing heart.

«So? What if the bed was lava?» He asked again, a subtle prayer hidden in his words.

Castiel tugged him closer, pressed a thigh between Dean's legs and rubbed their body together, sending electric jolts down the man's spine.

«We'd make love on the couch?» The angel tried.

Dean's hand glided on Cas' skin, fingers pressing on his muscles to finally rest on his hipbone. «The couch is also lava...»

«The table? The shower?»

«All lava...»

Castiel hummed with his lips thinned. «Is there a surface that's not lava?»

Dean nodded, a sly smirk on his plump lips. «Floor ain't lava.»

«Well, then... We'd consume our intercourse on the floor, obviously.»

Then he rocked his hips, the friction between them giving the two a delicious, needy feeling.

«Why don't we practice?» Dean almost panted, eyes closed to admire the tiniest lights exploding behind his lids as Castiel started to touch him. «You know, just in case I'd get teleported on Mars...»

«I don't think your old-man's knees would appreciate...»

Dean smirked, his fingers roamed on the angel's skin, leaving hot traces on his way to his shoulder. Then, in a sudden movement, he rolled on top of him, holding Cas down with the weight of his body, drawing slow, yearning circles with his hips. «My old-man's knees weren't that old this morning, in the kitchen...»

«Alright then... As you please, Captain Kirk.»

Dean gave him a naughty look. «Well... the bed is lava!»

Castiel held him tight, wrapping his arms around his back, and in a metter of seconds their positions were reversed, and Dean's back was pressed onto the fluffy rug on the floor.

The angel kissed him, a soft and tender kiss. Their lips brushed, and their tongue tangled between their mouths. When they parted, Dean raised a hand to reach Castiel's cheek, cupping it and rubbing the thumb on his perfect cheekbone.

«You know... you're the only one I'd ever believed I could become an old man with... I can't wait to spend the rest of my old ass life, and then get to live a full eternity in Heaven, with you.»

Castiel's heart filled with joy, and he kissed his husband again, now deeper. A pang of lust crawled in both their bodies.

«I love you so much.»

Dean smiled, rolled his hips to underline his words. «And I love you, Captain Spock.»

That was the last complete sentence Castiel heard, then the pitter-patter of the rain almost disappeared, muffled away by the sound of their heavy breaths and covered by the beating sound of their thundering hearts.

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